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could i bribe you into some headcanons/character analysis perhaps 💐🫲
Hi Anon,
I had minimal interest in Lighter until I found out how much of a dork he was, and all of a sudden, I'm in love. That said, Lighter sounds just like my friend, and I've never had to separate fiction from reality so hard.
Major spoilers ahead for Lighter's backstory, Trust Events, and Agent Story. This is just my opinion; I was hallucinating the entire time.
T.W: Suicidal thoughts, survivor's guilt + death
I'm going to break the fourth wall for a moment and hold your hand through the bars of my enclosure, writer to reader, so you can fully understand the vision. Lighter would make a good boyfriend, an even better friend, and absolutely thrive as a platonic lover.
Lighter's past and trauma are fundamental to who he is, and they continue to shape him throughout the current events of the story. Their influence is reflected in physical mementos, like the dog tags, the candies tucked away in his pocket, and his flip lighter, but they also define the way he thinks and views the world.
As a side note, I personally headcanon that Lighter wasn't originally a fan of sweets, and maybe still isn't. His old friends gave him lemon candies to help him quit smoking, and over time, those gradually became fruit-flavored lollipops, with grape eventually becoming his favorite. I like to imagine the sweetness reminds him of the happy memories they shared instead of the sour, bittersweet ones.
Lighter: Speaking of, what should I do with this candy the students just gave me? Such a headache...
Lighter: I should've just given it all back right away.
- Trust Event [ Near Richard Teamilk ]
Beyond that, a large part of Lighter's ideology revolves around the tension between his past and his present. He's far more introspective than he lets on, even if he doesn't have the most optimistic outlook on life. He's not suicidal, but he does spend a great deal of time reflecting on what it means to stay alive and to have a reason to keep living. That mindset likely stems from both his survivor's guilt and the years he spent in the underground fighting ring.
I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that Lighter was emotionally "dead" during that period. In his own words, he was "like a zombie, going from one opponent to the next." An experience like that doesn't simply disappear. He even reflects that perhaps the reason he kept fighting was that he had been yearning for death, believing that the least he could do was die alongside his friends (3rd Main Trust Event). Even after finding a better life with the Sons of Calydon, a group he has come to genuinely care about and wants to protect, those thoughts continue to linger.
Lighter: ...Whenever I stand some place high, I feel like jumping down.
Lighter: I heard the reason why people fantasize about jumping from high places is because we're all born with something called the "death drive."
Lighter: "The aim of all life is death. Only there can we find true peace." — It's an interesting theory.
- Trust Event [ Behind Simmer Hotpot ]
In my opinion, this combination turns Lighter into a martyr of self-sacrifice. He clearly takes pride in his title as both the strongest fighter and the "undefeated champion" of the Outer Ring. Maintaining that title and reputation is important to him. Part of it is a sense of responsibility to Billy for passing the torch to him, and part of it is gratitude toward Big Daddy for taking him in. At the same time, it also helps soothe his own insecurities about not being strong enough to save his former comrades. That could be why he leans into the showmanship despite being somewhat introverted. If the spotlight stays on him, and fights follow the tradition of one-on-one duels rather than all-out brawls, he can protect the people around him by making himself the target. The more attention drawn to the "Red Scarf," the less likely anyone is to go after the rest of the gang.
That same mindset is reflected in his sunglasses. He wears them to manage an old eye injury and to help hide his discomfort at the sight of blood because, as he says, it "isn't very impressive for the champion." The important word there is "champion," not "Lighter." To me, that distinction says a great deal. He's protecting the image of the champion long before he ever considers his own well-being (Although Proxy does mention that Lighter could be lying about the eye injury).
From what is currently known, Lighter is actually very low profile. He only steals the spotlight on the battlefield when he acts on his obligations as Champion.
"I know, fainting at the sight of blood isn't very impressive for 'The Champion.'"
- Agent Intel/Details
Lighter might be, or still be, afraid of forming deeper connections. Even with the Sons of Calydon, he knows he's not a stand-in or replacement for Billy, and he knows they genuinely care about him. Even so, he still makes "jokes" about leaving or only staying until his time is up. They create a bit of emotional distance, even if the people around him have already accepted him as part of the family.
Lighter: Are you saying it's a better option than staying in the Sons of Calydon? I'll have to think about that.
Piper: ...
Lighter: I'm just kidding.
- Open-World Dialogue [ Lumina Square ]
Lighter: "I'll stick around until I'm no longer needed."
Lighter: Can you promise me one thing? Don't tell my teammates what I just told you."
- 3rd Main Trust Event
This doesn't mean Lighter thinks less of himself or that he would actually choose to leave one day. I think it's simply a coping mechanism rooted in his past. It's similar to how we poke fun at our younger selves, but with a thin layer of truth and insecurity beneath each joke. After all, when Big Daddy first brought him into the Sons of Calydon, Lighter saw them as just another gang. Over time, that perspective changed into something much deeper. Even so, I still see his relationship with the girls as purely platonic or familial rather than romantic.
A romantic relationship is a bit more complicated. While it isn't always the case, the connections often end when the relationship itself ends and hit much harder. I could see Lighter being reluctant to take that risk because loss has already shaped so much of his life, whether through death or through circumstances beyond his control. Forming a romantic bond that carries the possibility of another painful ending may simply be a risk he isn't eager to take.
Lighter: One moment your partner is right by your side, laughing and joking, and the next they're killed by an Ethereal...
Lighter: This kind of thing keeps on happening... Maybe it's fate.
- Trust Event [ In front of Dew Gardening Shop ]
This is my perspective but relationships can sometimes feel pressuring. Certain expectations come with dating someone. For example, if a friend and partner suddenly disappeared for a week without saying anything. I think most people would feel more confused/frustrated with their partner. To be clear, every relationship is different. No relationship should make you feel like you have to do something, and you shouldn't feel obligated to meet arbitrary expectations. Likewise with friends. Even so, I think it's fair to say that most people naturally hold a romantic partner to different/higher standards than they would a friend.
Perhaps because of his debt and his willingness to take any job that paid, Lighter came to see life as one long transactional arrangement. When he first joined the Sons of Calydon, he assumed it was just another job. Only later did he grow to genuinely care about the gang and see them as more than coworkers. I think that progression, and where it ultimately stopped, is what feels comfortable for him, especially since I don't see Lighter viewing any of the girls as romantic partners. If anything, platonic or familial bonds may carry even more weight for him because of his past.
That's not to say Lighter is incapable of falling in love or dating someone. He does want to "move on," but I don't think romance is the way to go. Personally, I think his trauma is both the shackle that holds him back and the force that pushes him forward in his own life/self progression/development. He doesn't want to lose the people he cares about, so he constantly drives himself to become stronger. At the same time, his past mistakes prevent him from fully healing. To me, it all ties back to his survivor's guilt: "Why am I the one who gets to live?" Every day he experiences is another day one of his friends could have lived if only he hadn't made the wrong call. He makes several references to this envious mindset throughout his dialogue, yet despite everything, he still wants to keep moving forward.
Lighter: ...Billy is truly an incredible person.
Lighter: I'm envious of people like him... who can quickly move on from the "past" and keep moving forward.
Lighter: An ability to quickly move on from the "past" and keep moving forward.
Lighter: ...For me, it's still too difficult.
Lighter: Only by facing the future can we move forward...
- Trust Event [ In front of Lumina Galleria ]
So, all of this is to say that I think Lighter would benefit greatly from having and being a platonic lover. It's much more casual than a romantic relationship, but it can still hold the same emotional value. After losing so many people at such a young age, the label of a romantic partner might create a wall of distance for him, so removing that expectation could make a deeper connection easier for someone like Lighter to accept. Of course, there are different kinds of platonic relationships and different ways to express them, but platonic lovers are not necessarily planning a future together or merging bank accounts. While I highly doubt Lighter would actually kill himself, I do think that planning too far into the future could make his fears flare up, and the pressure might become overwhelming.
On the other hand, despite those fears, he clearly wants a deeper connection. He wants someone he can go out into the desert with to watch a shooting star, someone he can talk to about his worries so he feels less alone. His entire Agent Quest revolves around him doing exactly that with the Proxy, and look at how quickly he latched on. Respectfully, I don't think he wants to burden the Sons of Calydon, but I also believe their personalities mesh well enough for those quieter, more somber moments. The girls give him a safe space, but it's also one that feels like it should always be smiling. That's why he took on the red scarf. Even so, it wouldn't satisfy the kind of companionship he's really craving (ex. his conversations with Proxy).
Naturally I don't think it's that deep/complex within the canon of the game, especially since there is no romance option (Hoyo you cowards). This was mostly me strong fisting platonic lovers and force feeding the idea to someone who seems to have commitment issues. (And not at all self projection)
Saw a fanart of Lohen in a bunny suit (@alpaitaberu on Twitter) and I can't get out of my mind the idea of Lohen, wearing a bunny suit for the first time in front of top reader and all the other knights, whoring himself out and trying his best to file reader up, and reader losing their mind trying not to jump on him on the spot in public. Do you get what I mean
Hi Anon,
I'm assuming this is the art you're referring to, and I do. I do get what you mean. I didn't think I would, but there's something about Lohen that has me bending a knee. I finally wrote rimming and prostate milking guys.
I'm pretty sure you meant for reader to be horny gripping the entire time, but can I slide you an apathetic, fed-up reader? They still want to jump Lohen's bones, it's just fueled by lust AND anger, do you get what I mean?
"What is he wearing?"
Kaeya has the audacity to laugh, a surprisingly genuine one this time instead of the faux, self-serving chuckle he usually puts on when he wants something. He lifts the back of his hand to his mouth, as if muffling his laughter will somehow make it polite. The "he" in question, and the source of all your recent problems, is Vice-Captain Lohen. Though you wouldn't know it from what he's wearing. Seriously, where did he even find that?
"What? Not a fan? I thought you'd appreciate it the most, given your... tastes," Kaeya says, slightly out of breath from his laughing fit. You shoot him a flat look, one of your eyebrows arches ever so slightly. Kaeya mirrors the expression with an amused smile, "Oh my, you're starting to look like our dear Master Diluc. I don't think Mondstadt can handle two grumpy faces."
"What kind of person do you think I am?" You shake your head, your gaze pointedly dropping to the open chest window Kaeya proudly flaunts. You're not sure what he bribed Jean with to let him bastardize the Knights' uniform like that, but you'd like to believe the Knights' reputation hasn't fallen so far that everyone thinks you're all a bunch of perverted freaks.
To his credit, Kaeya raises his hands in surrender with a placating smile, "But to answer your question, the Knights have been low on funding, so we drew straws and, well..."
You stare at him like he's an idiot. He very pointedly ignores you, side-eyeing the ingenious plan to raise more mora instead. Turning your attention back to Lohen, you can't help giving him another once-over. Skin-tight leather. Sheer stockings. A thigh strap. The... other prominent feature. A...bunny suit. If you can even call it that, the only things remotely "bunny" about the outfit are the floppy ears perched atop his head and the fluffy tail attached to the back. The Knights certainly seem enthusiastic about it. Some of the men whistle and holler, while the shyer ones try to keep their eyes on the ground, only to fail as their gazes inevitably wander upward. The only saving grace is that no one tries to touch him. You'd wager that's less because Lohen is a taken man and more because he's still lazily twirling a dagger in one hand. Without his bulky cape, there's nowhere to hide it behind his back. The women are given a bit more leeway. They tug playfully at the bunny ears and tell him they wish they were as slim as he is. One particularly brave girl even pokes his tail. Lohen, meanwhile, seems to be enjoying every second of it, soaking up the attention as he casually shrugs, utterly unbothered by his lack of clothing.
Well. Whatever. You have a drunk for a boss, a trigger-happy Pyro child, and whatever the hell Kaeya has going on. You doubt this is even close to the strangest thing in the Knights' history.
"How exactly is this supposed to raise more mora if he's surrounded by the Knights? Are you planning some kind of event? I don't know if the citizens are that brave," you ask, leaning against the wall as you rub at the growing tension in your shoulders. Even though your eyes remain fixed on Lohen, you can feel Kaeya turn to stare at you like he's just aged forty years after hearing your perfectly reasonable, logistical question.
"You're so uncute, you know that? I don't understand what Lohen sees in you. Maybe you're losing your touch." Kaeya pouts. You let out an amused huff. Tearing your gaze away from Lohen for a moment, you glance at Kaeya before reaching over to hook a hand around the back of his neck. You pull him close until you can feel his breath against your lips, close enough to whisper a secret.
"That's a bit hypocritical coming from you. You've gotten confident, huh?"
Whatever Kaeya is about to say is cut off by a sudden uproar. You turn just in time to see Lohen perched on someone's thigh, one arm looped around the poor man's neck. You have no idea who he's sitting on. You think his name starts with a G? Gunther? Guther? Whatever. Letting go of Kaeya, you shake out your wrist before stepping into the open, "Tell Jean that Lohen and I will be busy. She'll have to find another way to raise funds."
You don't wait for a response, already weaving through the crowd, slipping between bodies, and dodging elbows. The knight beneath Lohen looks like he's about to piss himself, trembling in his boots with a face so red he might pass out from heatstroke. Lohen leans closer, resting his cheek against the man's shoulder as he whispers something into his ear. In the next instant, you're behind Lohen. He doesn't seem to notice, at least not until your hand shoots out and catches his wrist, stopping the dagger mere inches from your neck. Lohen is technically stronger than you when it comes to raw strength, but his wrists are slim enough that you can easily wrap your hand around one and wrench it back. The dagger slips from his grasp, and you catch it neatly with your free hand.
"You shouldn't carry weapons during non-combat situations, Vice-Captain. Someone could get hurt," You twirl the dagger once before sliding it into your own holster. Lohen simply turns his head away, his expression bored as he stares a hole into the wall.
Ah. You look up at the sky towards Celestia. What a drama queen. You loop your fingers through the thin straps holding the suit up and physically haul Lohen to his feet, the elastic digging into his skin in red lines as he dangles from your hand. It's sudden enough that Lohen can only manage a weak sputter, his feet already swinging back to kick you in the shin, when you grab the back of his neck, and he goes limp.
With one cold sweep of your eyes at the crowd, you jerk your head, "Fun's over. Get back to work."
It's a challenge and a half to wrestle Lohen back into the office he barely uses, scratches down any inch of open skin with your blood on the inside of his nails, but you manage somehow. Kicking the door closed, you dump the over-temperamental bunny on the couch. Scanning the room for the clump of discarded clothing while Lohen bristles in the background, until you spot a peek of blue and white on the back of a chair.
"You could be a little more emotional," Lohen whispers the last part under his breath, and your hand pauses inches from his half-cape. You let out a resigned sigh, standing back to your full height and rolling your shoulder. Kaeya was right, you are losing your touch. Well, now you have the opportunity to practice.
"Y-You're so mean!" Lohen whines from his place on your lap. Hands supporting his weight on your kneecaps, back turned to you from his bent-over position. His stockings ripped beyond repair, swishing in the air as you pull the leather suit cupping his cock to the side. You lean back against the couch, your other hand bent to hold your cheek up as you watch the bunny tail tacked on Lohen's ass flop up and down. Spreading your thighs wider, Lohen squeaks at having his own pushed open, both of your hands now on the curve of his ass. His skin has always been naturally pale, but that also makes it so much easier to see when he gets embarrassed. It's almost cute in a way.
The tips of your fingers reach down to circle his rim, still soft and loose from how often you've fucked him. You bend him down further so you can spit into the small hole, rubbing your saliva inside until you can dip your index and middle fingers from both hands inside to physically stretch his hole wider. The pink walls quiver, making so much noise with how much slick already begins to drip out of him.
"Being mean...huh?" You push two fingers in deeper, keeping the other two open for your eyes. His skin is flushed and warm to the touch, but inside him is scalding. Soft, wet walls squeezing at your fingers as you push them in further to find that one spot that makes him cry. Lohen isn't any help, his hips twitching as he grinds down to coax you in deeper, tiny gasps and moans escaping his lips even when he bites down so hard that blood fills his tongue. The leather cupping his cock begins to leak pre-come through the fabric, tiny clear droplets staining your pants. You pull back slightly, cracking your neck, and you wiggle your other hand inside until you have four fingers down to the second knuckle inside him.
"A-Ah! Y-You're..fuck..going too fast-" Lohen throws his head back, seizing up at the sudden stretch as his grip loosens and he falls into a lovely arch, his face tucked safely between your knees. Rather conveniently, this makes him push his ass higher, as you lower your head and run your tongue over Lohen's hole. It's a good thing Lohen's office is tucked far away, otherwise the entire building would have heard him screaming your name. With your fingers already inside him, it's easy to keep him open as you wiggle your tongue inside. You flick your tongue up and down, the tip pressing against him as you kiss his hole. It's loud and messy, wet noises filling the office, accompanied by Lohen's panting as he grinds back, eyes fluttering.
"No! S-Stop it-! That's - ah- that's dirty!" Lohen sounds like he's nearly in tears, breath punched out as he shakes uncontrollably. The puffy tail batting at your forehead with each jerk of his hips, unsure whether to pull away or push closer to your mouth. It's not like he has a choice anyway, but it's cute that he thinks he can try. You let out a hum, one that Lohen whines at, as you tilt your head and suck. The strings of slick pooling around the edges of your lips and dripping down your chin, you prod your fingers in deeper until you nudge something that has Lohen seizing up with a sob.
You're kind enough to pause to let him ride it out; his poor cock must have been strangled from how tight the suit is. But that kindness runs out fast when you're reminded who got to see it before you did. You're going to burn the building to the ground after this.
With an audible wet pop, you blow cold air against the twitching hole, just to watch that tail jump again, "You think you're clever? We don't fuck for three days, and you pull this shit? You're debasing yourself and the Knights' reputation for what exactly?"
You roll your fingers against his prostate, the area still a bit swollen from last time, and you're reminded of how spoiled Lohen truly is. Pressing down harder, you thrust your fingers and bully that spot relentlessly. Lohen chokes on his own spit, his stomach clenching painfully as if a lightning bolt struck him, a dizzying rush of heat flooding his veins as his cock gives a hard jump against the fabric. He just came, yet you're not easing him into it, already hurtling him back to full speed.
"That's...ngh! That's...mm- not fair! Y-You haven't been paying attention to me!" Lohen shudders, his brain melting out of his ears before finally losing the strength in his arms to hold himself up. His hands fall from your knees as he slouches forward and briefly manages to escape. Yanking your other hand out, you grab onto those same thin straps and tug Lohen back upright and even further down. Sinking deeper as you jab at that sensitive bundle of nerves until your nails scrape the delicate walls. Lohen cries out, eyes rolled back as he bounces up and down, his hole fluttering and leaking. His fight against his tears finally ended in his loss, eyes watering with small tears flowing down his cheeks, his head tucked to his chest.
"You want me to be a criminal that bad? I was going to kill that guy," You grit out, your earlier anger flaring up into something violent as you scissor your fingers, curling them to stroke over and over until Lohen is seeing stars, "Should keep you strapped to my cock and parade you around if you wanted to be a whore so badly."
You're sure Lohen isn't capable of thinking straight with how he starts moaning about how much he would love that idea. To always be stuffed full, warm, and content, with all your attention on him. He's practically salivating at the thought, his cock giving another pathetic twitch as he cums in the suit again. By now it's ruined, the fabric too wet and limp like himself, so that the black leather turns almost translucent from how much cum is trapped. It feels weird and sticky, the cooling streaks of cum on the inside of his thighs making him uncomfortable as he slaps your thigh three times. Immediately, you ease your fingers out, careful not to touch him as much as necessary. Lohen's chest heaves as he slowly comes back to himself, arms still weak and brain too high, but enough to know that he's still somehow hard in the suit.
He gives a tiny nod to which you give him a sweet kiss on the back of his neck. He's so cute.
"You didn't think we were done, did you?" You grip his chin, turning his head to face you, the creak of his jaw making you smile. Your fingers nudging at his hole, just barely in. You pat his thigh, slipping your finger underneath the band to pull back and have it slap against his skin.
jingling my keys and showing you pictures of victor ashford and marcus dryden from palworld psspspsps 🧍
Hi Anon,
Speaking of games I didn't expect to hear, Palworld! I know it has gone through a lot of updates since launch, because I do not remember seeing these characters (or maybe I wasn't paying attention, I honestly think I only fought against 2 boss characters). I'm not sure if you only see these characters in the Tower because I can't find any other content about them outside of their boss cutscene. You have such handsome designs, use them!
I like the white highlights for Marcus; it gives the illusion of someone older with graying hair (even though he does not have the face for it lol), but this part in his biography: "Marcus enjoys Faleris' company, keeping him out of his Pal Sphere to talk to him." is really sweet??
Victor's hairstyle with the wavy/curly strands is also quite nice. My favourite animal is the jellyfish, so it reminds me of tentacles. I read more on his biography too, and got flashbacks to my days where I would spend hours breeding for the perfect passive skills on my Jetragon so it could fly at sonic speeds. For a moment, I understood EV/IV trainers (Pokémon).
Wow. I know we were just talking about how Endfield has little to no fics. Palworld has nothing. Actually nothing. There's not even one fic.
Sheeep your Lohen works are so hottest please keep it up!!!
Hi Anon,
Thank you! That's very kind and deeply encouraging of you to say! I am making sure these fields are not barren, and the fucks are free to frolic.
Honestly, I'm starting to feel the burnout, and my waning disinterest in everything Genshin is creeping up since Endfield is taking up most of my headspace. But then I realize just how much I can get away with since Lohen is/can be perceived as a freak. Then that sleeper agent inside the folds of my brain kicks into gear, and I'm going full throttle until I win or I see God.
I still have a bunch of requests/anon ask on Lohen (and Lighter/Kaeya/Scara/Kinich/Outie, I didn't forget about you anons!) that I do want to finish before my eyes finally roll into the back of my head, and I collapse under the weight of my futility. So there will be more to come, I just sincerely ask for your patience.
Just pulled Camille in Endfield, he is serving face everytime he does anything. Weapon pose? Cunty. Idle stance? Face card never declines. Love this guy already. He reeks of the need for being handled gently and like he's something precious. Also his brother's art reminded me of Casper from A Date With Death so now I'm bricked up x2. 😓
Hi Anon,
Congratulations! Did you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins? The palpable relief when he appeared? Who even needs sex when you can gamble in a gacha game? If I had a face like that, I'd be the next reincarnation of Narcissus. He is dangerously attractive; it's like watching the Mona Lisa being painted. I love his menu intro/wishing animation where he hovers slightly with his wings spread. When he folds them away, his first step has a bit of buoyancy, still carrying that lift. Just that one subtle movement is everything to me.
You know what we as a society need more of? Nudity that's completely separate from anything sexual or explicit. I want to delicately help this man undress, unbuckle each belt, untie each strap, and rub my hands together for warmth so that when I touch his skin, my hands aren't cold. I want to tell this man how beautiful he is, that his scar doesn't make him any less wonderful. I want to become his knight in shining armor.
Anyways. Date With Death mention?! I remember playing the first game on Itchio a while back and really enjoying it. I've seen screenshots of the second game, and while I'm kinda sad Casper doesn't feature (although he is brought up), it makes sense. The new reaper does look interesting, but I liked Casper's design a lot. I'm also just learning that his VA (Jonah Scott) is also Legoshi (Beastars) and Oliver (Blue Lock). But Char is so pretty (might be prettier than Camille, sorry-) and I really like his voice, so I need Endfield to stop putting white-haired obsessive freaks behind lore gates.
Speaking of, I recently came back to my indie fix for romance VN, and I really liked Burn The Midnight Oil. The art style is lovely, and there are two protagonists with intersecting plot lines!! I want Raoul so badly, holy fuck. And Touchstarved, although I think this one is quite popular. Also, any bird game on Itchio is amazing. I don't know why, but if a game is centered around birds, it's fantastic (Hatoful Boyfriend cough-)
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Contains: Masturbation, spit, yandere themes, implied freak4freak, cannibalistic thoughts (not really, Lohen thinks about eating a photo), pain kink + established relationship
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I swear I don't have a spit kink, even though I bring it up in every single piece of writing I do for Lohen. He canonically has one (he does not); I don't make the rules. That second-to-last paragraph is all that is holding the virtues of this fic.
If Lohen were a better person, he'd feel guilty for this. You look so happy, blissfully unaware of the full extent he's going to get out of this single photograph of you. Though he wasn't lying when he said that he missed you, he does, terribly so.
"Where did you get a kamera? I thought you could only get them in Fontaine?" you ask, turning the little box around in your hands. Two circle lenses reflect your curious eyes back at you as you hold it up and idly fiddle with the wheel on the side. Tiny clicks sound with each turn and you smile to yourself at this fun invention. How civilization got to this point, where you could capture a moment in this tiny box, never fails to astound you. It's not as if you haven't seen one before; the Knights have a few, but you were never allowed to play with one in case you accidentally dropped it. Fontaine is far, and you don't have the mora for a replacement.
"Had a mission that sent me there, felt wrong to not at least bring back a souvenir," Lohen says, sitting beside you with one leg crossed over the other as he gazes at you fondly at your child-like wonder. In truth, he was mostly influenced by his fellow Knights. The expedition in Nod-Krai forced everyone to be closer, bond over their shared homesickness, and a few had pulled out pictures kept hidden deep in their bags and pockets. Family members, loved ones, even pictures of food to remind them of what they were fighting for and what was waiting for them.
"It must have been expensive. Why did you choose to buy one?" You finally pry your eyes away and turn to face Lohen, who quickly wipes the frown off his face, "Don't tell me you're going to start taking pictures of all your victims now..."
"Not exactly what I had in mind, but I will now. What a great suggestion!" He laughs even at the exasperated look you give him, though he immediately raises his hands in surrender, "Kidding! There was a special deal going on; it wasn't selling it for much since this one is only a prototype, so I thought, why not?"
His eyes drift to the wall, moving his hand to cover half of his face as he whispers the corrupted truth, "I...may have also wanted to take a photo of you so I could take it with me on my missions. I would feel a little less lonely, you know?"
You blink at him, waiting for the ball to drop, but when it doesn't you beam at him, genuinely moved by his show of vulnerability. You open your mouth to say something, a cocky little smirk but you quickly shake your head and pass the Kamera back to him. Shuffling until your back is pressed against the couch, you lay your legs across his lap, smoothing your clothes free of wrinkles, and settle into a more natural position.
"Well then? What are you waiting for?" You ask, lifting your hand and flashing a peace sign. Lohen can only huff in amusement, holding the Kamera up to his eye, one finger on the capture button. He makes sure you're centered in the viewfinder, zooming onto your face.
"Now, say Valberry!"
"Fuckk..." Lohen bites down on his shirt to hold it up, his outer cape and jacket stripped off and thrown haphazardly onto the floor. Impatient hands struggle to unbutton his pants, nearly ripping the threads to pull them down just enough to wrestle his cock out. He's half-hard already, throbbing with each heartbeat that even the open air is making him shiver. With each bob of his cock, he can see the picture of you smiling so brightly at him peeking out, caged between his thighs. He moans deeply, chin tucked into his chest, and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming just at the sight of you. His thumb digs into his slit painfully to catch the bead of precum about to drop; he doesn't want to sully you so early. This mission is estimated to last a full week, and he's barely an afternoon in.
He rolls his tongue, pressing it against his cheek to gather enough saliva to spit into his hand. There's probably some lube in his bag, but he can't be bothered to dig for it with his pants halfway down. Plus, he likes the dry burn. Pumping himself to full hardness takes less than a minute, that welcome burn of pleasure gathering in the pit of his stomach as his rough hands scrape against his cock. Lohen groans, eyes half-lidded as he twists his wrist, nudging his cock to the side so he can see you every time he strokes up. He's hurtling towards the edge with just his hand, and it's sad and pathetic all at the same time.
"Ah..haah, seriously-" His throat goes dry as his hand grows hotter and wetter with each thrust. His bangs are sticking to his forehead, a sheen of sweat building on the base of his neck and down his back. He's practically humping his hand, the slick noises bouncing around to keep him company, as his mind daydreams about how amazing it would be to have you here. To kiss, and bite, and fuck until that ditzy smile turns dumb and you're screaming his name. For those eyes that stare up at him through the filter of paper, to roll to the back of your head, lips smeared with spit, and drag pretty little moans out of them. For him.
His fist slams against the ground, heavy enough to lift the photograph up as he hunches over until his hair brushes against it. His heavy breath punches out as his chest rises and falls, looking down his nose at you. For a brief moment, he contemplates crinkling the photograph and shoving it into his mouth. It's already ruined; he might as well go all the way. To dig his teeth in and chew until it's a soggy mess, to lather his tongue against your portrait and defile this innocent moment captured on film. To keep this captured image of you somewhere safe where no one can touch you, look at you, or be near you. You'd be with him forever. He lets his tongue loll out, spit dripping from the tip of his tongue, as he licks the waxy paper, smearing your face with a glossy sheen. If he could just bite down-
He throws himself back, landing flat on his back, his arm over his eyes so all he can see is nothing. He can't. He can't do that yet, you'd hate him, and he refuses to have that happen. It's fine for now; your attention is still on him, you love him. Otherwise, why would you smile so sweetly at him? Manic giggles spill from his lips, progressively growing more crazed as he bucks his hips forward into his hand, squeezing tighter, tigther, tighter-
"Ah- Ah- I'm gonna..!" He bites his arm until he tastes iron, that stinging pain the last push he needs to have that knot in his stomach snap. He’s coming, fast, hard, and so fucking good he almost knocks out then and there, white strings spurting from his cock and landing wetly onto his stomach and the floor. His hand gradually slows down, cock twitching in sensitivity before falling to his side listlessly. He pants heavily, head craned back as he basks in the glow until he realizes that your photo is still on the dirty ground. He props himself up quickly, bearily blinking down to see your photo now wet and dirty, streaks of white cum over your smiling face. Ah- even when he's not trying to, he somehow always circles back.
"Aha...sorry, I made a mess again," he whispers, even if you can't hear him, and delicately picks up the photo. Without much thought, he extends his tongue out to lap at the string of cum, the waxy finish making the glide smoother until it snaps off the edge of his tongue.
There. All clean. He flips the photo to the other side, checking to see if the stains bled through, and his breath hitches on what's waiting for him. A short, crude message you've scribbled on the back followed by a playful heart. A hushed laugh escapes him; he should have expected you'd catch on, though he wonders how soon you did. Perhaps he's losing his touch. He turns the photo back around, rubbing his thumb along the curve of your cheek, only the feeling of paper against his skin, and he groans pitifully at the clench in his heart.
When he gets back, he'll make sure he takes extra pictures.
You would not believe the hell I had to slog through to get this picture. I've played too many gachas to count, and I have never once had gamblers' high. I have experienced it for the first time tonight.
gacha anon kissing ur hand and swearing fealty i just unlocked floor it to the golden city thank you so much 🧎im actually at the prisoner in the cave stage 7 in main story so im farther than i thought i was and i had 5 buckets im super in love with the art direction and i get the feeling im about to get my feelings hurt by this game again... it is okay j counterattack will save me from anything and everything 💪🙂
Hi Gacha Anon,
Apologies for the late response. I got swept up in the Endfield hype. I'm currently fighting for my life in the trenches, slogging through mud and dirt, all just to get enough scraps to pull for a pretty vampire prince.
But no problem! R99 has added a lot of new features to help newer players, although I don't know if it actually tells you they're there lol.
I think Prisoner in the Cave is when you're on the mathematical island with 37 and 6, right at the beginning? Personally, I think that's when R99 starts to get really good, and the story picks up dramatically. The next sequence of chapters with Madame Lucy and Kakania is stellar. You can never have enough doomed yuri. The current event is actually Part 2 of that story, except this time it's toxic yaoi. Sort of haha.
I just checked the tier list, and J shot all the way to the top. It's most likely because Cornerstone makes every counter/riposte character viable now. That's great because it gives older characters a place in the meta again, but it's also kind of unfortunate because it means you need to pull a specific character to make the team work.
foaming at the mouth considering the implications of psycho jealous brother char and camille finally allowing himself to get attached to someone
so much angst potential
camille crashout behavior on the horizon
soft camille when he lets his guard down....
GGGRRRRRRRRRR i need to chew on him
Hi Anon,
We're either going to be walking hand-in-hand into the psych ward, or I need to stop answering these asks so late at night. I keep hyping myself up and jumping to the wrong conclusions because I need you to understand the vision.
I need Char to be this brother-complex, boy-mom-adjacent weirdo who just can't be a normal fucking person because, God forbid, his brother pays attention to anyone else. I crave the days when we could just have creepy psychos who aren't secretly misunderstood. Don't fix him, it took a lot to get him like this. Char, get some friends and touch some grass. You're not lacking in Camille, you're lacking in vitamin D. You're not ascending to godhood; you're just dehydrated. Get a grip and come back to reality, you're not that guy. God, I don't even know him yet, and I hate him so much. I want to beat the shit out of him. Do you see the vision I have?
Too many possibilities and too many delusions to daydream.
I'd like to imagine a Part 2 to the quest where Camille finally comes face-to-face with Char. After years of chasing him, he finally has the chance to fulfill his mission: end his brother's violence and reclaim everything that was stolen from him. Char, of course, is delighted. Hidden behind that placid smile, he basks in Camille's fury, ready to savor every second of it, only for his little monologue to be interrupted by Endmin calling Camille's name.
Earlier, during a skirmish, Endmin had pushed Camille forward, insisting they'd handle the remaining enemies so he could chase after Char uninterrupted. They told him to trust them, that he should go finish what was started and finally find closure. Camille hesitates, then gives a reluctant nod before leaving his back to Endmin and running after Char. And Endmin keeps that promise. They hold the line, clearing the path so Camille can have the confrontation he's waited years for.
But Char expected that and set a trap for Endmin. Suddenly, Camille has to make a choice. He can finally kill Char... or he can turn around and save Endmin. And with zero, absolutely zero hesitation, Camille chooses Endmin.
Char, seeing his brother run away from him, would completely break him. This is the brother who devoted years of his life to killing him. His betrayal shaped Camille into someone who couldn't trust another person. He was the center of both his hatred and his purpose. Yet when forced to choose, Camille doesn't even look back. He turns around, the injury Char gave him staring him dead in the eye, as Camille leaves without a second thought. For the first time, Char is no longer the most important person in Camille's life.
Char completely crashes out, pivoting and targeting Endmin more fiercely because how dare they. If Camille won't look at him anymore, then he'll make sure the person who stole that attention suffers for it. Meanwhile, Camille is spiralling just as badly. Before, Char only threatened him or innocent bystanders, but now he's targeting Endmin. His partner. His friend. The person Camille has willingly allowed himself trust and care about. Ironically, this only serves to fuel Char further since Camaille's attention is fixed back onto him again, but with his hatred burning hotter than before.
Camille even tries to distance himself from Endmin in the middle of this struggle. In his mind, if Char is only targeting them to get to him, then the safest thing he can do is leave before Endmin gets seriously hurt. Except Endmin refuses, they plant their feet and stand their ground, hands on their hips, refusing to let Camille retreat into that lonely shell he'd spent years building around himself. He made them a promise that he would stay by their side until his final drop of blood.
The contract between Char demanding Camille's attention lest he throw a fit the size of going against the Geneva conventions, while Endmin never forces Camille to stay. They simply trust him, stand beside him, and want what's best for him. Being caught between those two kinds of devotion would leave Camille vulnerable in a way he's never experienced before. Softer. More wounded. But also more determined than ever to stop Char, not out of revenge anymore, but because he finally has something, and someone, worth protecting.
Naturally, I don't think that's actually going to happen or be nearly that deep. Char doesn't come off as this obsessive in the story, and honestly, I'm calling it now: Char is probably going to end up misunderstood (or, at the very least, understandable), and there's going to be some bogus prophecy or predetermined fate making him act the way he does. Camille will save him because Endmin beat the power of positive emotions into him, and they'll convince him that you can be more than what "destiny" chose for you. Then Char becomes playable because profit lol. Or Camille refuses to kill him, Char gets locked up instead, and the story moves forward. Perhaps with Char slowly learning to trust others the same way Camille learned through Endmin.
Regardless, you got me. I'm installing Endfield. Gun to your head Camille, you better come.
sheep i gotta say there is LOADS of fic ammunition in camilles story quest. my god. the shit char could do to piss him off. the tension and depth we see from camille. licking my screen rn
Hi Anon,
Unfollow me now, this is all I'm gonna talk about. I will force-feed the Camille x reader tag myself, what the fuck guys, why is there nothing? Ahem, anyways.
You guys are not making this easy. It might finally be time to install Endfield, but I've heard the gacha system isn't that great. Do I want to slog through the trenches for a pretty vampire prince? Maybe. Instead, I watched a playthrough of his quest for over an hour straight at 2 a.m. And just to prove I actually watched the whole thing, I even added timestamps.
Major spoilers for Camille's quest ahead. I have written my thoughts.
I think Gacha devs are catching on that edgelords who are secretly sweethearts and just so happen to be voiced by Aleks Le are what sells. I love that the first time you meet Camille, he's posing for an imaginary camera, then jumps down just to tell you to leave him alone. Then you get the dichotomy in your final meeting where he's in the exact same location, the exact same pose, but with a completely different attitude.
What starts off as a good cop/bad cop routine, except Camille refuses to wait for you and just does his own thing, turns into a man who doesn't want to let go of your hand. An overused meme, but: "I've only had Endmin for a day, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone and then myself." Mister "I don't need friends" meets one friendly penguin and instantly folds. 15 minutes in and he's already waiting for us [15:36]. Then, not even another 15 minutes later, he goes to "Let's fight side by side." He folds so fast- [28:13].
Holy competence kink though. Camille, the man that you are. I love that even Endmin was surprised he showed respect for the dead and was not some cold, unfeeling bastard [18:15]. But he's also so polite and bashful. Even at the beginning, when he was distant, you could tell he was genuinely just a good guy underneath it all. He apologizes to Endmin for getting irritated so quickly, [26:59], and even sends Phillip an apology letter after realizing he misjudged him. I also love his petty little, "Would you rather trust that driver over my judgment...?" [32:57].
Honestly, I get it Camille. I, too, would fall for Endmin. Unwavering loyalty and trust are my Roman Empire. Nothing will ever come close to how attractive it is when someone believes in you and takes your side with no questions asked [1:00:03]. Sometimes these character quests can feel really one-sided, where the characters get close to the main character just because the story demands it. You can definitely see that here, but I actually like Endmin a lot in this quest. I think it also helps that I find female Endmin absolutely adorable. I know this is supposed to be a sweet moment, but the way she plants her hands on her hips is so cute [1:28:43]. Talk your shit, girl! Defend your man!!
He was so fixated on finding Char that everything else felt secondary, and the fic potential in that kind of obsession is insane. Char gives me massive “if you can’t love me, then hate me, just don’t ignore me” energy (IvanTill anyone…), but not in a romantic way at all. I think it's funny to imagine Char spending the last few weeks just preparing cardboard standees and sets purely to mess with his brother. I also really liked the music in the past memories. The music box, the choir, the violin, all of it was really lovely. And he kind of sounds like Khoi Dao/Albedo? I couldn’t find Char’s VA anywhere, so I’m just going to assume they’re the same person for now.
I also really want to praise the animation and tracking department here. The micro-expressions and subtle movements are genuinely incredible. I was kind of shocked. The way characters look at each other without saying anything, and you can still clearly read exactly what they’re feeling, is so well done. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been spoiled by it yet, since a lot of these kinds of extra movements are usually reserved for cutscenes in other gacha games, but it really elevated the storytelling here. The “boss, you should smile” moment, the way they share that look, and then Camille glances down and smiles [46:20].(Also, that little “suave” hand-through-the-hair motion made me laugh a bit, not going to lie.) Even the smaller details are so strong, like how heavy Camille’s breathing gets when he sees the family photo for the first time [42:55]
Plus the ending? No matter how many times I see it, Camille grabbing your hand when you pull away is so cute. I would follow you to the ends of the earth, but not a 78GB install [1:38:57]
Here is a collection of my favourite moments during his quest that I couldn't fit in:
"My friend." "His assistant." I had to pause the video and take a knee; he was so embarrassed about saying friend instead of assistant [47:34]. Then, going from friends to partners, huh? [1:13:38]
Obviously, the "wait. half a century...? How old are you?" "...That's...not really important" [50:56]. I've seen this moment before + the final cutscene, but I didn't think that came up in the middle of a serious discussion haha.
"Something's been slipping out of control this whole time. I'm getting weaker and less like myself." Buddy, you are experiencing emotions and friendship, what the fuck are you on [56:55] You are a regular guy! [1:03:10]
Oh my goddd how he protects Endmin? [1:06:22] This right here got a whole fic out of me
I really like Camille's eyes in this shot [1:21:39]
The little face he makes when Endim pulls him out reminds me of Wanderer when Nahida catches him [1:21:50] The micro-expressions!!
Thoughts on a Lohen x Pyro User!Reader? (Since I noticed from ur other fic that the Reader miiiiiight be a Dendro user)
Hi Anon,
Yes, that fic was with a dendro user. Fun fact, I was originally going to use geo because I forgot dendro was an actual element until mid-way through.
I still think about Diluc's SQ, where he's burning the Abyss Mage for information. I audibly gasped when he appeared in Lohen's SQ. Kazuha was a pleasant surprise and all that, but Diluc? In my 2026 Genshin story?? It feels like seeing my lover return from war.
"V-Vice-Captain, I-I don't think I can- I can't do this!"
Sitting perched atop Lohen's lap, you squeeze your eyes shut because how dare you even so much as peek at your superior's naked chest. Keep in mind, he took it off himself willingly, and you're both about to have sex. Key word is about. With how often you've both done this song and dance, Lohen only rolls his eyes, thoroughly amused by the theatrics. One of these days, he's going to beat some confidence in you. Until then, he keeps his hands resting on top of your thighs, fingers drumming against the fabric of your pants because there's no way you'll survive if you fully strip so soon.
"What did we talk about? No 'Vice-Captain' titles here. Just call me by my name," Lohen reaches up to tap your nose before flicking your forehead hard enough to leave a faint red mark behind. Ignoring your pained groan, he bounces you once on his lap to draw your attention back to what really matters right now. Primarily, getting your hand down his pants.
You swallow audibly, cracking your eyes open just enough for your gaze to drift from his bare chest to his high-waisted pants. They're so tight that you can see the prominent bulge begging to be freed, and you steel yourself. With a slow, steady breath to calm your nerves, you reach for the two golden buttons at his right. Your fingers tremble, and it takes you at least three tries to finally work them open, made no easier by Lohen propping himself up onto his elbows to bite and lick at your ear.
“Other side now," Lohen blows softly against your flushed ear, making you shudder at the extra icy air. It seems he also wants to use his vision today. You give yourself a firm nod of encouragement. They’re just buttons, you can manage that much, can’t you? You bite your lip to stiffen your own whimpers as Lohen trails his mouth down to your neck. One lick of tongue over your throat and he latches on to nibble at the sensitive area.
“V-Vice-Captain, I can’t see properly,” you moan softly, your head tilted back to make room for Lohen. You try your best not to move; he’s in a sensitive spot, and the last thing you need is to see Barbara with your larynx between Lohen's teeth. Lohen doesn’t seem to hear you, or more likely, he’s chosen to ignore you. He continues to lap at the little beads of blood that pool from the broken indents in your skin. Only when his lips are painted red does he pull back to bat your hands away, one smooth motion, and the last two buttons are undone.
He licks his lips, a peek of pink tongue stained, as he wiggles his pants far enough that his cock and spring up. You mentally shudder at the thought that Lohen forgoes underwear, no matter how many complain; it would make things a lot less awkward out in the field. Still, you glance down briefly before looking off to the very interesting wall, it is a pretty cock. A pretty light pink head and smooth pale skin, just as slim as Lohen.
One that Lohen is now asking you to sear your fingerprints onto.
You offer a silent, fleeting apology to the Pyro Archon for how you’re about to use your Vision.
"Well? If you keep dragging your feet, I'm going to get bored." Lohen even lets out a yawn, settling back flat on the surface with a slight tilt of his head. That smug smirk plays on his lips as he nods towards you, silently urging you to keep up.
“I’ll… try my best. But please promise me you’ll say something if it gets too much,” you plead, your hands hovering uncertainly in the air before settling on his hips as you readjust yourself more comfortably on his thighs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll-” Lohen cuts himself off when he catches sight of your expression. He may be your superior and spend most of his free time teasing you, but he knows you genuinely care about him, and that his safety is non-negotiable to you. A flicker of fondness crosses his eyes. Something tightens in his chest, and his voice softens, “Okay. I promise.”
You take a deep breath, letting pyro energy swirl and condense into the tips of your fingers. You shoot Lohen a final look, one he returns amused, as you lean over and trail your fingers down the sides of his cock. It isn't hot enough to feel any different than if you had buried your hands in your pockets on a summer's day, but there are steps to these things. His cock twitches at the contact, bobbing back and forth, as you wrap your hand around him. It's dry and surely can't feel comfortable, but the pleased sigh that escapes Lohen tells you everything you need to know. You slowly turn up the heat, your palm turning from light pink to a deeper magenta, and Lohen makes a small noise at the temperature change. A small bead of pre-come bubbles at his tip, and you twist your hand to rub at his slit with your thumb. You try to pace yourself, alternating between keeping your fingers still to let the heat build before adjusting. One moment you're using your index finger to nudge at his tip, the next you have your palm cupping his balls, then stroking up and down until you see faint red marks imprinted onto his skin.
"More..I want more..!" Lohen gasps, throwing an arm over his eyes, yet high enough that he can still see what you're doing without you being able to watch him. It's unfair how shy he gets when he's asking you for the world. Though, given the fact that you keep landing here time and time again says more about you than him. You briefly let go, apologizing softly at Lohen's whine, to spit into your hand. Your eyes narrow at the small sizzle sound. That's not gonna work.
"Sorry, please bear with this for now," you lean over to press a kiss to the back of Lohen's arm, shuffling farther until your face is right next to his cock. You surprise him by starting at his balls, rolling them a bit as you alternate between pressing open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks. With a steadying breath, you open your mouth wider and lick a long stripe from the bottom all the way to the tip of his cock. Swirling your tongue around the head, you keep your mouth there as strings of spit trail from your tongue and glide down in rivulets. You don't miss how tense Lohen's stomach is, how his thighs tremble to keep still, or how his cock almost seems to pulse against your tongue. Only when Lohen bucks his hips do you swallow him whole until your nose touches his navel with a low hum.
Lohen isn't small, but he's definitely not hitting the back of your throat big. He's just the perfect size to comfortably cock-warm him for hours and still have room for your tongue to suck. A small tinge of arousal shoots to your stomach, a small groan that vibrates your stuffed mouth. You turn your head just slightly, letting his cock push against the soft part of your cheek so you can lap along the side and rest your forehead more comfortably. Lohen's hands settle on top of your head, gently threading through your hair before petting you as you feel yourself doze.
"That's a good puppy, happy now? You were making such a fuss earlier," Lohen's head lolls to the side. From this angle, he has to gaze down at you with half-closed eyes, a crooked smile that sends butterflies fluttering. You let yourself smile internally, moving your hands up his waist as your pyro vision sparks to life at your waist.
"Ah..!! Wha-" Lohen grits his teeth, jerking involuntarily, which only seems to fuel you more as you pin his hips to the ground. Your nails dig into his skin as you suck harder, and your tongue flattens. You know it must hurt, it must hurt a lot, as your mouth grows from hot to scorching. With your lips sealed tight, there's no room for air to escape as it builds and builds, until even your spit sears the corner of your lips. Lohen hisses and scratches like a cat, his legs wrap around your waist, and squeeze together. You chance a look up to see red-blue pupils dark and blown wide, chest rising and falling quickly, bottom lip bitten raw with his fangs, and little bits of his bangs clinging to his damp forehead. Tiny beads of sweat roll down his neck, soaking into the sheets beneath him, as he throws his head back with a pained groan.
"F-Fuck, fuck- off, off!" Lohen spasms, his hands tugging at your hair until strands come loose and you obediently loosen your hold and let yourself be yanked off. A small plume of steam puffs up as soon as your lips pop off. The underside of his cock, where your tongue had been, is scarily redder with a line separating the two skin tones. It's kind of cute, and while Lohen is still catching his breath, you can't stop your hand from reaching out. You dig your nail into his slit, the keratin hotter than anything before, and that's all it takes to throw Lohen off the edge. His body seizes up, his back arching dangerously, as he cums harder than he ever has. So much so that some of his cum splatters against your cheek, a noise of surprise escaping you. His body slumps, like a puppet with its strings cut, eyes hazy and glazed over.
The cooldown doesn't last long, not when you're suddenly slapped back into the reality of what you just did, "Sorry, did that hurt?! I've never done this-...I'm sorry!"
As soon as he catches his breath, he's going to make you cry the next time you apologize.
first of all MWAH MWAH MWAH I LOVE READING PEOPLES OPINIONS
second i knew we were cooking when i saw r99 i started recently and i have MAXED out my j even tho i just got the team fully official so i have t met him yet but as a day one wrio and lighter fan i will ride or die for him whatever happens
foaming at the mouth for more wulfgard story in endfield i need to see my italian vulnerableeeee and i SOBBED when i met rossi i look at her and am suddenly the most maternal i have ever felt in my life shes one of the cutest things ive seen in my life- i just finished the stockade story so im hoping the stuff i havent gotten to is super cool and i almost cried when i saw alex le (lighter's va) is voicing camille HE CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS
im still catching up on zzz story after xiaoguang so i have a bit to do and in star rail im mostly waiting for planarcadia to finish bc i finish knocking out amphoreus bc... emotional damage i cant deal rn 😭 but lord the tiddies i have been seeing people put on blade lately sometimes i gotta sit in the corner and cry bc i am unfortunately a huge moze fan and he gets ZEROOOO appreciation aside from jiaoqiu fans 🧍
i forgot where i was going with this tbh im super happy i could read your thoughts on it im trying to get excited about where some of the games are heading but im coming out of a burnout i appreciate you gamer 🫵💕
Hi Gacha Anon,
Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your ask! It was really fun to just sit back and nerd out a little. I was definitely throwing out breadcrumbs about what I'm into, hoping to bait and reel in anyone else who cares about it so I could talk more, haha.
More R99 players! If you ever need any help or have any questions, please don't be afraid to ask. I've played it for far too long to keep hoarding all this arcane knowledge. The good (or bad) thing about R99 is that a lot of its event stories feature characters who won't appear in the main story. Therefore, you can technically read any event story whenever you want, though there might be references that fly over your head.
J happens to be one of those event story characters. If you go into your Recollections tab, you can unlock his event and start reading it today (assuming you remember to check in and claim your buckets. They don't get added to your account automatically, which is very lame because I keep forgetting).
I think we're getting a new character (Cornerstone?) who might have really good synergy with J. But since you like Wrio and Lighter, I definitely think you'll end up adoring J even more, since he also has that "parental" role.
I saw snippets of Wulfgard, and I was very close to installing the game just for him (it's the same reason I'm still playing NTE because Chaos just released). But can I just take a moment to say how much I love the coloring on Arknights' 2D sprites? There are so many beautiful shades of light. I also have to say that Wulfgard reminds me of a younger, more anime version of Clive from Final Fantasy lol. I think it's just because they both have short black hair and wear red on their upper half.
Rossi's design reminds me of SinoAlice (fairy tale gacha) that I never really ended up getting into, the one that also had a Red Riding Hood-inspired character (their designs are actually somewhat similar). I do like Rossi's little coat clasps/lashers, though, and I wish more characters had their outfits become a part of their attack/weapons. I also want to say that her final basic attack reminds me of Taokaka from BlazBlue (can you feel the breadcrumbs I'm throwing with all my might, hoping to bait someone?).
I think female Endmin is super cute. I love how squishy her cheeks look, and her haircut makes her seem rounder compared to the male version. It awakens my maternal instincts, haha. The cutscene where Camille holds Endmin's hand, they start to pull away, and he pulls them right back, might be my Roman Empire. For how recognizable Alex Le's voice is becoming, I somehow didn't pick up on it until you mentioned it. Now I can't unhear it.
I am... I'm actually not even sure how far behind I am in ZZZ's main story, but I know for a fact it's before the chapter where every faction bands together and Miyabi slices the Hollow in half. I am very far behind, haha. I might be even further behind in Star Rail. I think I'm technically still in the Xianzhou storyline because I haven't gotten to Fei Xiao's story yet. Moze mention, though! I keep hoping HoYo remembers that 4-stars exist so we can get more of them... but I totally relate to not being able to find any content for your favourite character outside of one ship (literally every manhwa I've ever read).
I'm happy to read your thoughts too! Like I mentioned before, it's nice to just nerd out with someone. For a lot of the games I play, except R99 (I'll forever be a day one fan), I mostly just log in, do my dailies, and log back out (as you can probably tell from my horrendous story progression), so I completely understand the burnout. Sometimes it just gets to be too much. Either it feels overwhelming, or there's so much to do before you can get to the parts that actually interest you. Having said that, I am excited for one particular gacha because I'm shallow and the art style appeals to me. See you all when Silver Palace releases.
hi sheep, i wanted to ask if you were interested in anything happening in honkai: star rail or zenless zone zero? i've been away from them for a while but came because BILLY KID S RANK and i was able to get him thank god
i dont suppose you have any thoughts on him?
also im on haitus from starrail but my beautiful general feixiao calls to me like a siren 😭 i miss herrr
Hi Anon,
My deepest condolences. I'm going to use you as a soundboard because I have too many thoughts and nowhere to share them. I refuse to let my friends know just how deep into the gacha sphere I've fallen.
I have to be honest: I'm very behind on both HSR and ZZZ's main stories. I'm vaguely aware of what happens, and I've seen a few out-of-context clips, but here are my thoughts.
ZZZ and I have this ongoing relationship where I'm on the verge of quitting, and then they decide to dig into their treasure trove and pull out Pandora's box. First it was Lighter, then it was Harumasa (I adore Harumasa), and now it's Starlight Billy. My friend showed me a GIF of that one scene from his trailer, and I was fully convinced it was fan-made. But then I watched the official PV. ZZZ!!! How scandalous! I would do horrible things to Billy; I am a ride he wouldn't survive.
I'm glad they didn't change his personality since that's a huge part of his appeal, but I have... mixed feelings about the red scarf. Be aware that I haven't played the story quest yet, so maybe they explain it there, but I don't really like that it's on the current version of Billy. It's a nice callback, and I have wanted to see Billy wearing the red scarf, but I always thought it was more meaningful that he passed it on to Lighter. So seeing it here, with Billy post–Sons of Calydon, feels... a bit disingenuous to me. Of course, this could be explained further in the story as a way of blending who he used to be with who he is now, and I'd be fine with that. Even so, I still don't really like it from a narrative perspective.
What I will say is that I'm loving the motorcycle. I wish we could use it in the overworld and drive around the map like we can in the Hollow. Plus the fluff on his jacket, the dual pistols (it reminded me of DMC Dante with ebony and ivory), and oddly enough, I like the metal plating on his shins. His playstyle isn't my favourite, but I like his sacrifice health = bigger damage because I always pick those resonium. I'm just happy to have more Billy content, and I love how he and Cissia interact. I really hope we get more Billy and Sons of Calydon/Lighter interactions, too. Holding out for a hero on that one.
As for the story, I haven't played through it yet, but there's this one cutscene that lives rent-free in my mind. It's so cute. I love how squishy Belle's cheeks are and how they poke at the little Bangboo. And the outfits?? I've always been a fan of more casual fashion, and I love, love the new outfits, especially Wise's. I'd definitely wear his outfit if I had the pieces. Plus Pyrois?? The way they hold Belle in their arms?? Ah, don't we all love an MC who can beat the brakes off their enemies?
Semi-spoilers for most recent HSR quests and Mortenax Blade
So. Mortenax Blade. I know a lot of people have been joking about Hoyo's obsession with "self-cest," and I mean, I get where the joke comes from with how, uh... physical everyone seems to be with themselves. But aside from that, I'm such a fan of parental and platonic relationships, and getting to see Blade's development as he balances what could be considered his two "families" was nice.
I never really cared that much about Silver Wolf, but seeing her interactions with Blade was so sweet. Since I haven't played the quest, I don't know how accurate this is, but I really like the idea that, while Dan Heng has been a major driving force in Blade's narrative, I hope that the Stellerion Hunters were the reason for his transformation, since I'm pretty sure this new form stays with them.
Personally, and I need to stress that this isn't always the case, I feel like these kinds of relationships (Dan Heng and Blade's) tend to get whittled down into really shallow motivations. Nothing progresses without the other person being involved. That's especially true for Blade, since Dan Heng has actually grown a lot throughout the story without him, and I... kind of think that's lame. I have no problem with Character A being the catalyst for Character B's journey, but I'd also like to see the friends they made along the way (haha). So I really hope Blade's story is more than just Dan Heng. Basically, I hope it was Silver Wolf who kick-started his transformation rather than Dan Heng, and that Blade learns to move beyond his revenge and embrace being a fucking father.
What I'm most excited about, however, is the Fate collab, Part 2. Gilgamesh, my arrogant king. I audibly gasped when I saw the leaks. During the first collab, I was slightly disappointed, but I understood why they chose Saber and Archer since they're the faces of Fate. I may be a Gilgamesh fan, but he definitely shouldn't have been released first, so imagine my surprise when Round 2 dropped. Ahh, I've been saving for him and Rin ever since they were announced (thank you, Mortenax Blade, for coming home early. Truly a father), but can I share my thoughts on the design?
I... don't really like Gilgamesh's outfit. Maybe it's the shoes? The open slits in the pants? The asymmetry with the shoulder pauldron? I don't mind that he has his tits out; you've got to show off his red tattoo somehow, but I don't know. He just seems... kind of dressed down for a king. Almost like the jester version? I can't really explain it. What I'm really slighted by is the fact that we can't have his hair down. I understand that it's good character design and that having his hair slicked back adds to his arrogant persona, but I have seen his E4. I have seen the slutty arch in his Light Cone. He is beautiful with his hair down, and that's not just because I have the biggest puppy crush on CasGil. Throw the hair gel away, and my life is yours.
Rin, on the other hand, I actually quite like. I really like her outfit. I'm glad they kept her red jacket, and I genuinely think her dress is really pretty. I'd wear it, and I love the callbacks to Ishtar in her animations. Plus, the dual animations between Gil + Saber and Rin + Archer are so cute. I love little interactions that don't need words to explain the characters' dynamic. I can't wait for the story. I've always been a big fan of " What If " scenarios where Rin summons Gilgamesh instead, so I really hope we get to see them interact, although I'm pretty sure this version of Rin is more of a Pseudo-Servant since she has Ishtar's bow.
My friends and I were talking about how, since they made a reference to FGO, maybe they'll eventually pull characters from it too. It's highly, highly unlikely, but seeing Merlin's noble phantasm in HSR would look so pretty. But the absolute slander I'm facing from the fact that Cu isn't playable, despite having an in-game model, is horrendous. Looking back at his design, though, he kind of looks like he could fit right into NTE. (Haha.)
On the topic of generals, my vice will always be Jing Yuan. Ah... what a man you are. And speaking of Jing- everyone, are we sitting? Wuwa remembers the male population!
While ZZZ is my situationship, Wuthering Waves is the ex I keep coming back to. There's just too much to do, and I don't have the time to spare. I originally played when it was first released, but quit around the time Xiangli Yao was about to release. Then I came crawling back when Qiuyuan was teased and because, well... Geshu Lin. I am patiently waiting for Wuwa to dig into its treasure box and pull him out because I will drop everything for that man.
I never watched Edgerunners, even though I really should, so the new collab didn't interest me that much. I was fully planning on packing my things and moving out again, but... of course, like a siren, Wuwa revealed all the new characters, and oh my god. Why is everyone so pretty? What do you mean Yangyang has a five-star version? Who is this gorgeous Lightkeeper?? I was going to pull for Lucilla, but that plan has officially been thrown out the window.
I don't know what's in the air, but every gacha game seems to have banded together, and I fear it might be time for me to get invested in Arknights: Endfield because, oh my lord... Camille?? He is dangerously attractive. I might install the game just for him. He is gorgeous. I was SHOCKED to find out there are basically no Endfield fics. Absolutely none. I don't know if I'm using the wrong tags, but I was always under the impression that Arknights was pretty popular? Even the main tag doesn't have that many.
Other gacha games that surprised me with how few fics they have are Granblue Fantasy and Reverse: 1999. GBF is much more popular in Japan, so I can understand that to an extent (Though it also has way more fics than R1999.) But considering how many characters and how much content GBF has, I always assumed there would be even more. I've been a huge fan of R1999, it's probably my favorite gacha game, but I'll admit it isn't for everyone. Personally, I think the story has gone a bit downhill, I didn't really enjoy the most recent event story, sorry. But that's okay because Enigma is finally coming!! I'm going to force-feed him so many Sharpodonties he'll be 70% metal.
Most of my time lately has been spent on those two games, mostly because Unite & Fight was happening in GBF, so I haven't been paying much attention to Hoyo. I also love whoever runs the official R1999 YouTube account because they're just as horny over Enigma as I am.
sheep... with all the new snezhnaya stuff do you suppose we could visit kyryll chudomirovich flins doing some prime time Fae Bullshit™ to his beloved
Hi Anon,
I keep mentioning this, but I've got butter fingers and should never become a parent, given how often I lose these narratives. I had every intention of writing Flins as a well-meaning lover who assumes you know centuries-old Fae customs, but it got dark really fast for no reason. A full "If I loved you less, I would have left you alone." story beat. So we will be re-visiting this prompt once I understand what's wrong with me, but for now, fluff.
Anamarë - (bullshit fae language I made up from a previous fic)
Anam – Irish word meaning soul.
Arë – Quenya-inspired suffix (from Tolkien’s constructed language), meaning sunlight, warmth, or daytime.
Flins isn't unaware of the growing stories about his kind. With no one to dispel those rumours, they continue to grow into a cesspool of out-of-context incidents, false facts, and wildly exaggerated creative liberties. Occasionally, he lets himself laugh quietly at the next generation's stories about the Snowland Fae, particularly the idea that he might, apparently, kidnap and replace a child. What a disturbing, yet amusing thought. He wonders how that one came to be.
Still, he never makes any attempt to correct anyone, even while masquerading as a human who just happens to have spent a great deal of time studying old folklore. It would just be a whisper in an echo chamber, and he isn't in the market to start advertising his true form anytime soon. Perhaps it was this neutral bystanding that led him to this moment of misunderstanding.
"Flinsss," you whine, half your face buried in your silver cup of alcohol. It smells of dandelions and cereal, surprisingly pleasant for such a strong drink. Or maybe you just have a frighteningly low alcohol tolerance, judging by the way you're about to fall out of your chair. Flins keeps a hand hovering at your side, just in case he needs to catch you before you split your head open on the edge of the table.
"Yes? I am here," Flins whispers softly, making his fifth attempt to gently nudge the cup out of your hands. You keep shifting just as his fingers brush the rim, forcing him to try again. You blink at him, one eye faster than the other, reminding him of a Thornback Gecko, before repeating his name and slouching further into yourself.
"Flinsss!" You look like you're about to cry, and Flins is terrified by the possibility. He briefly looks around to see if there's something you're trying to point out, but with the other occupants either lost in their own worlds or drowning in their sorrows, nothing stands out enough to make you this upset. He reaches over, the backs of his fingers brushing softly against your flushed cheeks to catch the fresh tears as they spill down. Drawing his hand back, he gazes at his damp fingers before absentmindedly lifting them to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against them.
He moves himself closer to your side, both to offer his shoulder as support and to shield you in case someone is making you uncomfortable. Lowering his voice, the endearment slips from his lips in a hushed whisper, "Anamarë, your tears are too precious to be spent on a night like this. What has troubled you so?"
Flins is prepared for anything you could possibly say.
"H-How come you haven't asked for my firstborn yet?"
Flins is unprepared for anything you could possibly say.
"I beg your finest pardon?" Flins blinks. Highly unprepared. In all the long years he has been alive, nothing has tested the strength of his mind, body, and soul quite like this. Even his body seems to seize, and for one fleeting moment, he wonders if perhaps he's dreaming, as illogical as the thought is. Is this a new human custom he hasn't learned yet?
"I…I uhh… I was reading a… thing? I was reading a thing, and it said that if you made a deal with a Fae, they would ask for your firstborn. A-And we got married! My heartbeat is in your chest! That's basically a deal, right? So how come you haven't asked?! D-Do you not want kids with me?!" You're nearly beside yourself as you glumly look back down into your drink, your reflection staring back at you in sadness. It wouldn't be a dealbreaker; you love Flins to Celestia and back. But when you walk through Nasha Town and hear the sounds of high-pitched giggles and tiny footsteps pattering against the ground, your heart always squeezes at the thought of a mini version of Flins joining them. His laugh was one of the first things that drew your attention, and then your feet as you tripped over yourself because you were too busy gawking at tall, dark, and handsome. How you managed to not fumble the bag is still a mystery to you.
While you're busy daydreaming about what could be, a little tot clinging to your sleeve, shy and nervous as you coax them forward, Flins is resetting and rebooting in real time. First, it was kidnapping children; now it's trading them? Perhaps his age has finally caught up to him. The times are changing faster than he can keep up with. But on a technicality, you're not… wrong. Although it's not because Flins doesn't want children with you, it's more that he can't.
"Anamarë, I'm fairly certain those 'deals' are one-sided exchanges with a child as a bargaining chip. The love we share isn't so shallow that I would trade a child," Flins attempts to soothe you, rubbing your back in slow, repeating circles, while finally managing to hook the handle of your cup and slide it to the very edge of the table so you may never touch another drop of alcohol again. It's sweet in a way, and Flins can't quite hide the small smile that slips through as he laughs quietly to himself. He doesn't want you to mistake it for anything other than how deeply he finds your unintentional words endearing.
"So… you don't want to?"
You're looking up at him with such wide, tearful puppy eyes that Flins can hear that familiar ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump echoing in his ears. A child huh? He's never given it much thought in the past, never needing to consider the possibility. Ideally, you both should be having this conversation while you're sober, but he's heard that drunk words are honest thoughts. Perhaps in the morning he can test if that holds any truth. He cups your cheeks, pressing just enough to squish them, simply to watch your lips pinch in response. Distantly, he imagines chubbier cheeks and a smaller face.
His human form isn't a fully functional body, so you both can't procreate in the usual way. But it's also not impossible.
Thank you for the meal sheep I have been fed well this past week because of you 🙏🙏🙏🙏
Hi Anon,
I aim to please (except for when I disappear off the face of the Earth when I face the slightest inconvenience). I’ve never felt this motivated since I originally first started this blog. Could you believe I used to post a fic everyday? I was a monster back then and now I’m an old retiree.
To be honest, it’s entirely because of you lovely people who interact with me that keeps me going. There are times when I feel the drag and don’t feel like writing, but then someone will say something and a sleeper agent turns on. I will never be able to replicate the rush of serotonin that I get when my social inbox tells me someone replied/asked.
While I may not have the fastest reply times, please know I read everything sent and there’s a draft waiting for its turn. Thank you all for sticking with me and keeping this stupid blog alive, it only gets worse from here.
Bunnyyyy omfg have you SEEN the snezh teaser I legitimately NEED for Noy to LET ME HITTT
*gets thrown back to the asylum*
Hi Anon,
I have not seen the trailer yet because of time zones and being a corporate slave, but I did watch the three seconds of his screentime and cranked this out on my lunch break. Don’t let anyone tell you that writers don’t work fast while hard.
This isn’t even smut because it feels like it would be a genuine disservice to his character for him to let us hit that fast. He's hotter with his clothes on and I'm a dog begging for a peek of ankle.
"How long must you do this?"
You barely have the consciousness to string together the necessary cells and electric signals to reply, only letting out a low hum of acknowledgement before you dip back under. Noy, to his credit, doesn't seem to be that bothered by your low-effort response, though with you putting all your brain power into nibbling and biting at the mark on his neck, he supposes he can brush it aside. Your little canines aren't sharp enough to truly pierce his skin and bite down onto his throat, hooking on like a little bat, but you seem to be enjoying yourself, laving your tongue across the mark over and over. But it is getting a bit uncomfortable with most of his uniform still on, the bends of his collar slowly getting wet from your salvia. He lets out a resigned sigh and gives your thigh one firm pat and you begrudgingly lean back from where you're perched over his lap.
"That was barely two minutes," you grumpily huff, using the back of your hand to clean your mouth, "I didn't even bite through like last time!"
Right. Last time you did get too overzealous and bit down too hard, little beads of what should have been blood licking the back of your tongue before Noy had grabbed you by the back of your neck and yanked you off. He had the slightest downturn in his brows and you've never felt so scared and ashamed than if the Tsaritsa herself had squished you under her shoe and scrapped you off into another nation. It took a lot of effort to wiggle your way back into some neutral standing again.
"You're getting confident," Noy pinches your cheeks together, holding your chin hostage to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. You can nearly hear your bones scrapping against each other just from his strength alone before he lets go. You'll most likely have bruises from where his fingers were and you'll stare lovingly into the mirror as they eventually fade. He shakes his wrist once, before shooing you off, returning his attention back to his papers, "Leave."
In the back of your mind, you weigh whether you should actually listen this time. The devil on your shoulder smirking and cheering that he didn't fulfill his promise so therefore, you're in your rights to stay. You earned your reward didn't you? It's only right! The dubious angel sitting on the other side is batting against your cheek, just a few inches from those stinging bruises asking if you truly wish to see your neck snap this time.
Unluckily, Noy makes the decision for you. He gives you one side glance, not particularly annoyed or pleased, just a brief bit of eye contact. It's enough to send straight chills down your spine that you nearly fall and face plant onto the ground. Stumbling onto your feet, you rush out the door as fast as you can with your tail between your legs.
