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[yumee-topia]

ᛝ if you meowd at your f/o would they meow back ? what would their reaction be ?

[mjfass]

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

[yumee-topia]

we haven't known each other for a while my yumelings but id love to see your answers !

[yumee-topia]

𓎟𓎟 imagine you being your f/os f/o ♡ . they have shrines of you , plushies they sleep with , roleplay accounts of you , they give kudos & reblog every fic of you they can find , they can't stop thinking about you , wishing you were real , wishing you were here with them (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) . maybe they excitedly talk to their friends & family about you , or maybe they're more closed off and keep to themselves but either way you're the person thats on their mind 24/7 . they're not shy or embarassed to pour their time , care & dedication into loving you . you motivate them to get up in the morning , to do things they're not that fond of . they are simply smitten & couldn't imagine their life with you in it !

[chosostoelicker-mp4]

When I saw this imagine I just HAD to draw it 😭 the posters he has of me on the wall are actually pieces of art I drew of my persona (and my fursona on the bottom left)!

[yumee-topia]

THIS IS GENUINELY THE CUTEST THING EVER ??? IM SO HAPPY I MOTIVATED YOU TO DRAW THIS UGHHHH YALL ARE CANON !!!!

[yumee-topia]

ᛝ ˖ 　what is a ( popular ) hc about your f/o that you wholeheartedly believe is true / canon in some sort of way ? 𖹭

[mourningcity]

As The Fifth Apprentice

Master Qifrey x Apprentice!GN!Reader

Summary/content: Qifrey brought home another apprentice, and while Olruggio is a bit crossed, he keeps the door open for you to come inside. You, Qifrey's new student, find your new family and learn more about magic. But this is just a snippet of what that life looks like. No pronouns used for reader. No use of y/n or any other variation. Reader is around the same age as the other Qiflings (10-12). Reader is described as anxious in the beginning, but opens up more later!

Very much prompted by external forces, but not actually requested. @yumee-topia , I hope you like it :) This is just a quick drabble I did. Not super proud of it, but I'm also not used to writing the reader as a kid, so absolutely any constructive criticism is welcomed!

And this is being posted later than originally anticipated. I had plans that I honestly forgot about on the 2nd, lmao, and midway through writing the second part I started scrolling through tags on here.

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How did you get here?

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“Qifrey…” Olruggio speaks. Quiet, exhausted, and harsh. He looks to the man in front of him, expecting some kind of genuine answer to come out of him. A defence for his case.

All Olruggio gets in response is a gentle smile, and a slight tilt of Qifrey’s head as he stays looking at the man in front of him.

Olruggio's eyes drift from Qifrey’s own down to where you latch on to him. You hid yourself under Qifrey’s cloak and your hands grip onto his waist from behind. You were an anxious one.

You make eye contact with Olruggio, shrinking back further into Qifrey for a moment.

“Hello, mister,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on Olruggio, but they strayed from and avoided looking at his face again. Never looking above his chest.

Olruggio sighs. “Just call me Olruggio,” his voice still came out tired, but less annoyed.

Annoyed, not at you, but at a fifth apprentice that Qifrey has brought back with him to the atelier. Perhaps this is just something he has to get used to; Qifrey bringing to the atelier apprentices like a wife or child bringing home a stray cat. There’s more contrast than compare.

Olruggio’s eyes flicker between you and Qifrey for only a moment longer before stepping aside, letting you two cross the threshold past him.

Qifrey thanks his friend, and begins to guide you to your temporary room. It was only a guest room, but it was getting late. Surely he would figure out a better arrangement for your sleeping and studying quarters come morning.

When Qifrey steps back into the heart of the atelier, Olruggio has his back against the empty fireplace, clearly waiting for his return.

“Another apprentice, Qifrey? Why?”

Qifrey looks to Olruggio as he asks his question. He smiles before saying, “I really do believe there is always room for another,” he walks closer, sitting in front of Olruggio, “and perhaps I wished to survey their wonder and expand it in the right places.”

~

One month under his wing-

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“Master Qifrey,” you speak, peeking around the arch that forms between the kitchen and dining room.

Once you spot him over the stove, you stand to your full height, revealing the rest of your body from behind the wall.

Qifrey turns to face you, “Yes, what is it?” His brow arches lightly as you look up to him. He sets the kettle down, already having poured the hot water in his cup to make himself tea. “Do you need help with anything?” His voice remains gentle as always.

He always seemed a bit brotherly, or even fatherly, despite the basic relation of master and apprentice.

“Actually, I've been having a bit of trouble with my line work lately,” you grumble, gripping the white fabric that rests just above your stomach. You look down at the points of your shoes, unable to find the emotion you feel in yourself about your inability to draw a proper spell.

You then look back up to Qifrey. “I have asked for advice or help from the others, but none of it really seems to work for me. I even tried to ask help from Mister Olruggio, but—um,” your shoulders stiffen up a bit at the memory of Olruggio glaring at you as if he were a dead man revived before you could even utter out a single letter of a word to him.

Qifrey hums, laughing a bit at the last bit you speak, “I see. He can get a bit carried away in his work, leading him to be—well, tired,” he says the last word as if it alone would explain his friend’s habit.

Focusing back on the subject, he calls out your name, asking to see your hands as he holds out his own.

When you place your dominant hand into one his own, palm facing up, he crouches down to your level. Soon he starts poking at the palmer of your hand, then moves to feel and lightly rub your fingers.

After just a short moment, Qifrey hums before standing back up and asking, “Do you think it may have something to do with your pen?”

You look at him, and back to your hand. “I haven’t really thought about that being why.” You thought for a moment, “Though, Coco did ask a similar question. She also said she has a bit of trouble with her lines, too,” you bring your other hand to join the other, pushing your thumb into the middle of the other’s palm.

Qifrey only pats your head, putting your main focus back on to him, before he suggests, “Why don’t you sit on it for a little while longer?”

“Okay,” you nod.

“And,” Qifrey bends down, putting his other hand on his knee, “if it really is because of your pen, we can pay a visit to Kalhn and get you a new one. Easy fix,” he smiles down at you, closing his eyes.

You nod again, the action a bit more pronounced. You mirror his smile too, “Okay,” you say again.

“Now be on your way,” Qifrey walks back to the counter he left his tea cup on before looking back at you, over his shoulder. “It’s time you continue studying your spells,” he dismisses you from the kitchen. “Remember to know your limit,” Qifrey adds as you step back out into the dining area.

“Right, of course,” you fully turn away from him, making your way back to your workspace.

~

Turns out you had a minor case of a writer’s cramp from overworking yourself just a little too much. That, of course, got you a bit of a scolding from Master Qifrey when you two figured it out from your hand freezing up when he asked you to demonstrate a basic spell.

You two ended up paying a visit to Kalhn for a new pen anyway, though this one would be for more temporary and more limited use. Mr. Nolnoa did not have any pens made specifically for a writer’s cramp or anything “special” like that, but he was able to round out the tip of one just a bit for this case.

Master Qifrey had taken the newly customized pen out of your reach and put into his own bag when Mr. Nolnoa finally came back out with it in hand.

When you finally got the pen into your own hands, you tested it out immediately on the first thing of blank parchment you found back at the atelier. It definitely did glide across the paper easier than your former pen, and because of that, it required less pressure from your wrist. You still found that you preferred your original pen anyway, but you were still thankful for the kind of gift.

Qifrey does not have any need to worry further about you using your original pen, or even practicing too much, when you are getting over your cramp. He already had a conversation with the other apprentices about your small period of required recovery. Estimated by himself.

Richeh and Tetia, whom you share a workspace with, will remind you… Quite a bit. They worry about you, too, just as much as your master. Nobody in the atelier wants it to be a bigger case than what it already was, and not knowing your habits very well— well, they just wanted to be sure you were taking care of yourself as well.

Coco and Agott in this same case both stress that you shouldn’t overwork yourself for something that naturally takes time to get better at.

Qifrey agrees with it all, even mentioning at dinner, “It’s a good thing it was only a minor case.”

That you agreed with.

You agreed with all of them, and told them to not stress about your own predicament.

Qifrey very often sees that passion you share about magic with Coco’s own. He even has the fondest smile when he sees you two talking amongst yourselves about the topic.

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Requests

Undeniably proof that Qifrey's name keeps AUTOCORRECTING TO "WIFEY." I also scrapped the lines in the video, so don't try to find them on here :,)

[yumee-topia]

THIS IS SO STINKIN CUTE UGGHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THATS MAMA FOR REAL !!!! THE QIFLINGS BEING STRAY CATS I LOVE THAT HOLY SHIT 😭😭😭😭 THANK YOU THANK YOU THABK YOUUUUUUU THANJ YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AAAHHHHHHHHHH THAT'S PAPA FOR REAL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[mourningcity]

As The Fifth Apprentice

Master Qifrey x Apprentice!GN!Reader

Summary/content: Qifrey brought home another apprentice, and while Olruggio is a bit crossed, he keeps the door open for you to come inside. You, Qifrey's new student, find your new family and learn more about magic. But this is just a snippet of what that life looks like. No pronouns used for reader. No use of y/n or any other variation. Reader is around the same age as the other Qiflings (10-12). Reader is described as anxious in the beginning, but opens up more later!

Very much prompted by external forces, but not actually requested. @yumee-topia , I hope you like it :) This is just a quick drabble I did. Not super proud of it, but I'm also not used to writing the reader as a kid, so absolutely any constructive criticism is welcomed!

And this is being posted later than originally anticipated. I had plans that I honestly forgot about on the 2nd, lmao, and midway through writing the second part I started scrolling through tags on here.

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How did you get here?

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“Qifrey…” Olruggio speaks. Quiet, exhausted, and harsh. He looks to the man in front of him, expecting some kind of genuine answer to come out of him. A defence for his case.

All Olruggio gets in response is a gentle smile, and a slight tilt of Qifrey’s head as he stays looking at the man in front of him.

Olruggio's eyes drift from Qifrey’s own down to where you latch on to him. You hid yourself under Qifrey’s cloak and your hands grip onto his waist from behind. You were an anxious one.

You make eye contact with Olruggio, shrinking back further into Qifrey for a moment.

“Hello, mister,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on Olruggio, but they strayed from and avoided looking at his face again. Never looking above his chest.

Olruggio sighs. “Just call me Olruggio,” his voice still came out tired, but less annoyed.

Annoyed, not at you, but at a fifth apprentice that Qifrey has brought back with him to the atelier. Perhaps this is just something he has to get used to; Qifrey bringing to the atelier apprentices like a wife or child bringing home a stray cat. There’s more contrast than compare.

Olruggio’s eyes flicker between you and Qifrey for only a moment longer before stepping aside, letting you two cross the threshold past him.

Qifrey thanks his friend, and begins to guide you to your temporary room. It was only a guest room, but it was getting late. Surely he would figure out a better arrangement for your sleeping and studying quarters come morning.

When Qifrey steps back into the heart of the atelier, Olruggio has his back against the empty fireplace, clearly waiting for his return.

“Another apprentice, Qifrey? Why?”

Qifrey looks to Olruggio as he asks his question. He smiles before saying, “I really do believe there is always room for another,” he walks closer, sitting in front of Olruggio, “and perhaps I wished to survey their wonder and expand it in the right places.”

~

One month under his wing-

~

“Master Qifrey,” you speak, peeking around the arch that forms between the kitchen and dining room.

Once you spot him over the stove, you stand to your full height, revealing the rest of your body from behind the wall.

Qifrey turns to face you, “Yes, what is it?” His brow arches lightly as you look up to him. He sets the kettle down, already having poured the hot water in his cup to make himself tea. “Do you need help with anything?” His voice remains gentle as always.

He always seemed a bit brotherly, or even fatherly, despite the basic relation of master and apprentice.

“Actually, I've been having a bit of trouble with my line work lately,” you grumble, gripping the white fabric that rests just above your stomach. You look down at the points of your shoes, unable to find the emotion you feel in yourself about your inability to draw a proper spell.

You then look back up to Qifrey. “I have asked for advice or help from the others, but none of it really seems to work for me. I even tried to ask help from Mister Olruggio, but—um,” your shoulders stiffen up a bit at the memory of Olruggio glaring at you as if he were a dead man revived before you could even utter out a single letter of a word to him.

Qifrey hums, laughing a bit at the last bit you speak, “I see. He can get a bit carried away in his work, leading him to be—well, tired,” he says the last word as if it alone would explain his friend’s habit.

Focusing back on the subject, he calls out your name, asking to see your hands as he holds out his own.

When you place your dominant hand into one his own, palm facing up, he crouches down to your level. Soon he starts poking at the palmer of your hand, then moves to feel and lightly rub your fingers.

After just a short moment, Qifrey hums before standing back up and asking, “Do you think it may have something to do with your pen?”

You look at him, and back to your hand. “I haven’t really thought about that being why.” You thought for a moment, “Though, Coco did ask a similar question. She also said she has a bit of trouble with her lines, too,” you bring your other hand to join the other, pushing your thumb into the middle of the other’s palm.

Qifrey only pats your head, putting your main focus back on to him, before he suggests, “Why don’t you sit on it for a little while longer?”

“Okay,” you nod.

“And,” Qifrey bends down, putting his other hand on his knee, “if it really is because of your pen, we can pay a visit to Kalhn and get you a new one. Easy fix,” he smiles down at you, closing his eyes.

You nod again, the action a bit more pronounced. You mirror his smile too, “Okay,” you say again.

“Now be on your way,” Qifrey walks back to the counter he left his tea cup on before looking back at you, over his shoulder. “It’s time you continue studying your spells,” he dismisses you from the kitchen. “Remember to know your limit,” Qifrey adds as you step back out into the dining area.

“Right, of course,” you fully turn away from him, making your way back to your workspace.

~

Turns out you had a minor case of a writer’s cramp from overworking yourself just a little too much. That, of course, got you a bit of a scolding from Master Qifrey when you two figured it out from your hand freezing up when he asked you to demonstrate a basic spell.

You two ended up paying a visit to Kalhn for a new pen anyway, though this one would be for more temporary and more limited use. Mr. Nolnoa did not have any pens made specifically for a writer’s cramp or anything “special” like that, but he was able to round out the tip of one just a bit for this case.

Master Qifrey had taken the newly customized pen out of your reach and put into his own bag when Mr. Nolnoa finally came back out with it in hand.

When you finally got the pen into your own hands, you tested it out immediately on the first thing of blank parchment you found back at the atelier. It definitely did glide across the paper easier than your former pen, and because of that, it required less pressure from your wrist. You still found that you preferred your original pen anyway, but you were still thankful for the kind of gift.

Qifrey does not have any need to worry further about you using your original pen, or even practicing too much, when you are getting over your cramp. He already had a conversation with the other apprentices about your small period of required recovery. Estimated by himself.

Richeh and Tetia, whom you share a workspace with, will remind you… Quite a bit. They worry about you, too, just as much as your master. Nobody in the atelier wants it to be a bigger case than what it already was, and not knowing your habits very well— well, they just wanted to be sure you were taking care of yourself as well.

Coco and Agott in this same case both stress that you shouldn’t overwork yourself for something that naturally takes time to get better at.

Qifrey agrees with it all, even mentioning at dinner, “It’s a good thing it was only a minor case.”

That you agreed with.

You agreed with all of them, and told them to not stress about your own predicament.

Qifrey very often sees that passion you share about magic with Coco’s own. He even has the fondest smile when he sees you two talking amongst yourselves about the topic.

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Requests

Undeniably proof that Qifrey's name keeps AUTOCORRECTING TO "WIFEY." I also scrapped the lines in the video, so don't try to find them on here :,)

[yumee-topia]

genuine , honest to god question does anyone write PLATONIC qifrey fics ? or does anyone KNOW any qifrey platonic fics ?? like teen / younger reader . like maybe theyre an apprentice to qifrey or smth. please . I NEED TO SEE MORE OF MY BIG BROTHER UGHHHH

being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(

( if u know any fics do not be afraid to share psloslspl )

[yumee-topia]

HOLY SHIT SOMEBODYATMYDOOR WHO REBLOGGED THIS GENUINELY THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU REPOSTED A PLATONIC QIFREY FIC BLESS YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SENDING YOU ALL THE LOVE IMAGINABLE

[yumee-topia]

i was NOT expecting so much traction & fanfic writers on this post thank you everyone 🥹🥹🥹

[yumee-topia]

so i just realized ill have to read the manga + finish the anime so i can actually read qifrey centered fics .. fuck my stupid chud life . . . also people keep mentioning a curse why cant this guy expirence any whimsy bru 😭😭

[zpac3manwow]

"being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(" REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL ???? my father core?? my brothers core?? why does everyone want them 😭😭

[yumee-topia]

the children ( we , yes we ) YEARN for found family

[yumee-topia]

hello i lowkey own the yume-topia url and i just randomly saw you on my tl and i'd like to ask if you want it. there were attempts on reviving that blog but Unfortunately i'm full of burnout LOL ˙𐃷˙

YES THANK YOU ??? SORRY FOR YOUR BURNOUT BUT ID MEAN THE WORLD TO ME TO BE ABLE TO SPELL YUME-TOPIA CORRECTLY LMAO

[yumee-topia]

〃✦ ┆ happy pride month to all queer yumeshippers ♡ in what sort of way are you and your f/o queer ?

[taacck]

picnic time

[yumee-topia]

btw this is a sideblog so i cant follow anyone back , apologies (T_T) !

[yumee-topia]

genuine , honest to god question does anyone write PLATONIC qifrey fics ? or does anyone KNOW any qifrey platonic fics ?? like teen / younger reader . like maybe theyre an apprentice to qifrey or smth. please . I NEED TO SEE MORE OF MY BIG BROTHER UGHHHH

being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(

( if u know any fics do not be afraid to share psloslspl )

[yumee-topia]

HOLY SHIT SOMEBODYATMYDOOR WHO REBLOGGED THIS GENUINELY THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU REPOSTED A PLATONIC QIFREY FIC BLESS YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SENDING YOU ALL THE LOVE IMAGINABLE

[yumee-topia]

i was NOT expecting so much traction & fanfic writers on this post thank you everyone 🥹🥹🥹

[yumee-topia]

so i just realized ill have to read the manga + finish the anime so i can actually read qifrey centered fics .. fuck my stupid chud life . . . also people keep mentioning a curse why cant this guy expirence any whimsy bru 😭😭

[willow-does-stuff]

romantic relationships blah blah blah okay but what about risking everything for your sibling. what about the unwavering love and care that can only come from a parent to a child. what about someone who just wants their best friend back. ever thought of that.

[sovereigntyangel]

── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

♡ requested by anon

── ໒꒱ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂!𝐐𝐈𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐱 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 ▐ hurt╱with comfort ▐ platonic love ▐ mentions of nightmares ▐ fluff ▐ Qifrey being an absolute sweetheart▐ Qifrey being the father figure he is ▐

── ໒꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ， As Qifrey’s apprentice, you go to sleep one night before reliving a nightmare once again. Too scared to go back to bed, you look for Qifrey for comfort.

After being wished off to bed, you pulled the covers over you. Hearing rain fall down from the sky in the background. You turned off the lights and nuzzled your head into the pillow.

Curling your body, you drifted off to sleep faster than you could think.

You were one of Qifrey’s first apprentices. Eager to learn and understand magic. While staying in his atelier, you found him to be more of a father figure than an actual master.

But what was the actual difference when Qifrey gave so much love to you like he was a father? He was understanding and caring. Sometimes you may have gotten the words “Father” and “Master” mixed up!

However, you abruptly sat up from your bed. Your heart was beating fast and your hands held a shake to them. Your lips trembling before you looked outside. Rain continued to pour as if it would never stop no matter how hard you hoped it would.

The darkness around the room didn’t help either. You felt like you were being watched. Replaying parts of the nasty nightmare you endured, going back to bed was hard. Especially at your young age alone.

Therefore, you decided to pay a visit to Qifrey. He would help right? He always does.

Getting out of bed (and taking a small blanket with you), you walked out of your room and over to Qifreys. It wasn’t the first time you walked past his door, but haven’t really went in to check it out yet.

You knocked twice before speaking.

“Master Qifrey…are you awake?” Your voice shaky as you heard delayed ruffles on the other side.

Eventually the door opened to see a tired but concerned Qifrey. Rubbing his eyes. He let you in his room.

“Y/N, why are you up so late? Is something the matter?” He kneeled on one knee. Yawning silently.

“I…I had a nightmare and I was just too scared to go to bed afterwards so I came to you.” You sniffled, immediately Qifrey opened his arms and engulfed you in a warm hug.

“Oh Y/N I’m so sorry…would you like for me to sit beside you while you sleep? Think of it as protecting you from any harm that comes your way. I’ll always be there, ready to catch you if you fall.”

Qifrey proposed to you before you nodded in approval. Then he suddenly picked you up. Carrying you as he made his way to your bedroom. Lying you back down on the bed and pulling the covers over your small body.

Lighting a small candle, he gave comforting, reassuring words to you. The warmth in his tone was able to lullaby you faster than you expected.

By the time Qifrey stopped talking, you were back sound asleep. He chuckled softly before sitting on the window seat. Looking outside, the rain stopped.

Even though you got well enough sleep that night. In the incoming morning at the table. Qifrey seemed to be a bit sluggish in his movements, but he didn’t break his promise not one bit that night.

▐ @/𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐓𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 🪽 ， This made my heart swirl with joy.

♡ 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓇：@/omi-resources @/cursed-carmine

[yumee-topia]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YO UTHANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU YOUVE MADE MY ENTIRE WEEK 🥹🥹🥹🥹

THIS IS SO GOOD KYAAAAAAAA !!!! EVERYONE REBLOG NOW.

QIFREY MY DAD FOR REAL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ expect more platonic qifrey reqs in your inbox today .. hehe

[yumee-topia]

genuine , honest to god question does anyone write PLATONIC qifrey fics ? or does anyone KNOW any qifrey platonic fics ?? like teen / younger reader . like maybe theyre an apprentice to qifrey or smth. please . I NEED TO SEE MORE OF MY BIG BROTHER UGHHHH

being a familiar yumejoshi of an insanely popular male character is NOT for the weak . i do not want to fuck qifrey i need him to teach me magic and make me feel safe , loved & welcome :(

( if u know any fics do not be afraid to share psloslspl )

[yumee-topia]

HOLY SHIT SOMEBODYATMYDOOR WHO REBLOGGED THIS GENUINELY THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU REPOSTED A PLATONIC QIFREY FIC BLESS YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SENDING YOU ALL THE LOVE IMAGINABLE

[yumee-topia]

i was NOT expecting so much traction & fanfic writers on this post thank you everyone 🥹🥹🥹

[kiwisandpearls]

You people want to be qifrey’s romantic partner, I want to be qifrey’s student

we are VERY different

[doveras]

I’ve got an idea for a platonic! Qifrey × reader, where she’s his very first and eldest student, and at some point Qifrey notices that his student is drifting further and further away and realises that she might be leaving soon. And you know, all told from the perspective of such a caring father: ‘The little bird will soon fly the nest 😭😭😭😭’, ‘children grow up so fast’ and all that sort of thing, haha.

ོ ˚࿔ You’ll Go Far

Qifrey & Disciple!Reader ~ 500 words

Watching someone grow up feels surreal, almost. As much as people love to prance around yelling ‘they grow so quick,’ it never really sets in until you’re experiencing everything firsthand. Yet all the signs have been there from the start; the change in what they’ll eat, in their height, their style, their mannerisms.

Perhaps it’s what they say about growing apart. People develop their own paths whether it be with you or not. Is it anything personal? Absolutely not. However, there will always be a part of your soul hung up still on the idea. The idea that if things were different they’d stay, at least a bit longer.

We’d eat and learn just as we are now. But every other part of your soul knows that’s not right. That drowning in comfort is no way to grow. It’s no way to experience life.

So what’s the next best option? To find a line of acceptance. Not to reason with yourself, hoping that it’ll be enough to resolve your fantasies, but to realize they are the ones with their years ahead of them.

You decide to be do the best for them, understanding that your chapter in their life is slowly being written and tied into an epilogue. Your job is to be an example to everyone else they’ll encounter, to make sure they find peace with those as they did you.

Then you’ll know you succeeded.

But enough of the sappy things. It’s not good for the faint of heart.

Realistically, watching those you call your students have enough confidence in themselves to leave your side brings a pride to you that is indescribable. Knowing that they’ve trusted and followed your advice all this time, warms your heart to the fullest, really.

It’s what every teacher wants to experience.

Eventually, they might even return with stories of their own about their own discoveries. In a sense, it makes you wonder what you did following your own departure and the unlimited freedom that came with it; wondering if you’d choose the same actions that lead you to where you are today.

And you would, because without it, you’d never meet those who formed your very being.

So, ■■■■■■ if you’re reading this, which I know you will, I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you for being my first disciple. I don’t think I could imagine anyone else taking that place.

Whatever you choose to do, know I’ll support you. Always. Or something like that, I was never good with writing these kinds of things.

(Before you say anything, no, this isn’t a goodbye. You won’t get rid of me that easily ^^)