I'd Love To Make More Requests! Are You Comfortable Writing About Depression/apathy? I Would Love To

thank you so much for the comfort fic, i was so hyped to see that there was so much written for each character and it really means a lot to me that you put so much effort into my request ;u; it actually came out at the perfect time since it's been a really bad week haha

my favourite part was miko's! it was super cute and i really like the way you write her, it feels very in character- she's super kind underneath all her teasing, it's really nice to see that side of her shown in a fic :D also, i know you mentioned this being your first time writing beidou and lisa, but i think you did a great job!

thank you very much again :) since you mentioned multiple requests are allowed, i'd love to send more asks (if that's okay)!

-🐈‍⬛

You're most welcome, dear anon, I'm glad you liked it! 👀

I prefer to take my time to deliver more quality, rather than to speedrun everything, just to empty my ask box (not that it gets really filled for now anyway lol).

Oh and I hope it will get better soon, or at least that you get to relax soon enough! Please take care and, just in case... especially if you, or someone else reading this, struggle with the serious subject of that request 🙏

Ironically... I wasn't inspired at first for the setting to use with her. I didn't want to use the same one for all three; I know recycling is trendy nowadays but eh, variety is good too 🙃

First one was Lisa and I got inspired nearly-instantly after thinking about the song I used for her part... then Beidou and finally Yae.

I quite like the way I wrote her too, and I always try to write characters accurately (canon-divergence might be fun, but more for silly/unserious headcanons, in my opinion), I'm pretty sure I could grasp her personality accurately (way before I started these requests)... or it really is that both she and I share traits in common... well I'm a Yae fan/admirer/simp anyway 😁

As for these two, I went through their profile's voice lines, to check the way they speak, so I could better imagine how they would act. Thank you though, I'm glad 😊

You're welcome again, thanks for your request, and sure! You may also ask about characters I didn't name on my main page (I updated the wording on it over time, in case you might have missed it) 👀

Speaking of asks, feel free to share suggestions for settings (if you have any) or to provide additional details (or specific preferences even) 😉

As for your latest (and currently my only) request, when you say "with a personality like hu tao/ei"... which aspect in particular? They're not exactly the same 🤔

However, it's not impossible that I might come up with more than 3 characters/types. This kind of request sounds like headcanon format to me, with very little to no potential for a fic part (not that they're always supposed to be here though; plus, they depend of how inspired I get) 🧐

Last but not least, here for you, a gift from Yae... namely the bonk of good fortune 😁

(NVIDIA shaders were used, for anyone wondering)

ocean eyes

You’ve never seen the ocean. Kafka introduces you to it.

fluffy as fawk, recycled the idea from that fic but it’d be like a prequel technically, 2.3k words

A/N: couldn’t stop thinking about kafka loving the sea she’s made for me atp. title only makes sense because of the other fic lol

The sea breeze washes over your being, it caresses each strand of hair and softly touches your skin like gentle hands cupping your cheeks. You feel it in your ears, a sound you’re hearing for the first time; its warmth seems to enter your lungs and clear it of past impurities with every inhale, and you wish to take a deep breath to keep it inside your chest forever.

The sensation leaves you immobile. In front of you, the ocean. A myth come true, its beauty rivaling Idrila’s. It’s vast, bigger than your mind can comprehend even after so many years spent traveling the cosmos, and a deeper blue than the sky it’s reflecting. Water has never been so alive, with waves crashing on the shore and currents on the horizon, you are facing an entity larger than life. Its depths create and harbor life that you won’t ever get to see. Your mortal eyes can only perceive a fraction of it, so small and significant. You didn’t think it was possible for water to kiss the sky, having the proof before you fills you with wonderment. Among it, some strange feeling nestles in your throat. You stand as it curls around your vocal cords and leaves you mute. Words are useless in front of something so grand, you realize, they fade away as if they've never existed at all. You lose yourself in cold blues and the occasional whites of flying seagulls, in salty air that quickly becomes your favorite scent, and you can’t speak for a long moment.

Lithe fingers, laced with your calloused ones, tighten their hold on your hand. It takes a couple blinks to tear your eyes away from the boundless sea, and you turn to Kafka’s fond smile. She’s watching you, drinking you in like you’re the precious sight and not the limitless expanse of water on the coast. A thumb swipes over the crease of your eye, lingering at the corner for a second too long, and you realize she’s wiping a tear away.

“Oh,” you exhale softly, bringing your free hand to your face. Your cheeks are wet with silent tears and you sniffle as you wipe them from your skin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“What were you thinking about so intently just now?”

You look back at the sea, an ache in your throat. The sun hides behind thin clouds and paints the world in soft colors.

“I was wondering if my planet was ever this pretty. I wish my mother could have seen it.”

Your home world fell victim to a Stellaron, like plenty throughout the galaxy. It dried most of your rivers and evaporated many of your lakes, transforming seas into lands full of sand. Water was a limited resource and a tedious thing to acquire. You remember stumbling on a picture book with various shades of blue filling some of the pages and asking your mother about it. That evening, she explained the ocean to you; never-ending, deeper than mortals can comprehend and filled with creatures your childish mind could merely compare to alien life. You thought she was making stuff up, maybe embellishing a mundane truth, but she spoke of the sea with the same tenderness she used to tuck you into bed. As you grew, you understood that it was longing in her words, a deep desire for something she would never experience in this lifetime. To you, it felt pointless to yearn for something she didn’t know; your mother was born long after the Stellaron infected your planet and spread its cancer to the roots of your world. You didn’t understand how this desire was born, where it came from. Yet, in her eyes resided a wistfulness that was only extinguished the day she died. She left the waking world longing for the sea, and memories of her constrict your chest as you stand at the edge of it.

Kafka hums, pivoting to face the water. A gentle silence settles between you as you watch the waves rise and fall on the shore. Her bare palm is warm against yours, it grounds you to the sand beneath your feet. Seagulls make a grating sound, you discover, but even their squawking can’t ruin the view before you. You feel a sudden restlessness to touch the water, to have it envelop you entirely until you feel yourself disappear in it as if absorbed.

“Can we go in the water?”

Kafka smiles. “Sure.”

Your hand slips from hers and you step out of your slides, sinking your toes into the hot sand of the beach. Sand is something you’re familiar with, it reminds you of your mom and your broken world. Comfort fills you with every step towards the waves. Kafka follows beside you, used to the sights and the sensations. She comes here every summer, but this is the first time she’s brought you along. You understand why she’d want a place like this all to herself, it brings forth a sense of serenity best enjoyed in solitude. Or, at least it did, before. Before experience brought you closer.

You hesitate somewhat once you reach the water. Your feet are submerged in it and suddenly its vastness becomes a little terrifying. Kafka walks in further until she’s standing waist deep in the water, circling hands creating ripples around her. She turns to face you with a silent question on her stretched lips.

“…I don’t know how to swim,” you confess uselessly, prompting a chuckle out of her. She knows that, obviously, since you’re unfamiliar with large bodies of water.

“We can stay on the shallow end. Don’t want you drowning on my watch, I’d get in a lot of trouble with the others.”

Kafka holds out her hand. You take it with some reticence. She brings you close enough for wet fingers to squeeze your waist affectionately. Her easy expression makes you at ease, she seems different on this planet, more carefree. She’s not wearing her contacts and her ponytail is lower than usual, its tie looser around her long locks of hair. You’re privy to a side of her you had no idea existed and you’re honored by the trust she puts in you.

“Nice, right?”

“It’s cold,” you reply, looking down at your wobbly reflections.

“Mm, I like it.”

You dip your hands beneath the water and turn your palms to the sky. Algae brushes against your calves as you move around. Kafka lets you explore, head tilting back to face the sun. You venture a bit further until your neck is the only thing sticking out of the water. Impulsively, you squeeze your eyes shut, pinch your nose with two fingers and sink into the water. Every sound is muffled in your ears, and in the darkness everything is pointless. This is different from a shower or being caught in the pouring rain, you feel light. weightless, insignificant. You wonder if that’s what your mother longed for, this freedom to be anything and anyone, drifting through the boundless sea. You emerge with a little gasp, rubbing the water out of your eyes before blinking them open.

You’re careful not to stray too far from where Kafka is drinking in the faint sunlight. Her eyes are closed when you glance back at her, chin tilted to the heavens. Her shoulders have turned a rosier color from the sun and her dark, backless bathing suit contrasts beautifully with the clear ocean blue. You walk towards her, flicking your wrist to send water flying her way. Her brows twist for a second before she looks at you with a small smile. Kafka always smiles a lot, more often than not to unsettle her opponent or prey, but there’s a softer edge to the ones she’s had since you arrived on this planet.

“What do you usually do here?” You ask, moving closer to her.

“Float. Wanna try?” Kafka holds onto your waist when you’re close enough to reach, pulling you towards her. “I can show you.”

“I don’t want to drown.”

“You’re not going to drown.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Kafka playfully rolls her eyes and takes hold of your chin with a few fingers. Her gaze follows the movement of her thumb across your jaw, then flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t let you,” she says, leaning in to press her lips on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as her mouth slowly moves against yours. She pulls away after a moment and looks at you. “Do you trust me?”

“At times.”

“Well, trust me now.”

One of her hands is placed on the small of your back to support you, the other gently guides you onto your back by applying pressure on your chest.

“What if I float away,” you say, a tinge of panic enveloping you, and you grab her wrist to stay upright.

Kafka can’t help the amusement on her face. “To where?”

“Far, I don’t know.”

“Would you miss me?”

You pout. “It’s a valid fear to have.”

“It’s really not.”

“What if I float to the deep end, then it’s too late to come back and I drown because I can’t swim?”

Kafka looks at you for a moment, eyelids lowering and an amused smile on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like she’s thinking of something funny.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“You killed three flying beasts twice your size at once, last week. You're scared of a little water?”

“Fuck you,” you try pushing her away, but she only presses you further into her with her arms around your waist, a laugh escaping her. “There’s nothing little about the fucking ocean.”

“Relax,” she drawls, “it won’t work if you’re tense.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Kafka curls a hand around the back of your neck and suddenly brings you closer to capture your lips with hers. Her head tilts to kiss you better, and you can’t focus on anything but the sweet kisses she presses against your mouth. Your wet hand trails up her spine, causing droplets of water to slide down her back. Your lips part to deepen the kiss when her tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You forget the argument, your muscles relax as her chest touches yours, and by the time she pulls away with a soft exhale through her nose, you almost forget your surroundings. You chase her lips as she leans back, planting a few more chaste kisses on her mouth. She indulges you for a minute, the fingers on your nape tightening their grip for an instant. You’re breathing heavier when she separates from you for good and smiles.

“Now, let’s try it again, mmh?”

Kafka teaches you how to float in the water with firm hands and occasional teasing jabs to which you would respond if she wasn’t the one standing between you and drowning. In the end, you spend most of the day at sea, learning how to keep water from going up your nose without using your fingers and the basics of swimming. Your fingertips are pruned hours later as you emerge from the water. Kafka’s still under— you bet on who could hold their breath the longest— so you dive back beneath the surface as quietly as you can. She calls you a cheater afterwards, but you distract her with wet, slippery kisses.

You’re drying yourselves on the beach as the sun sets below the horizon. You sit on your towel next to Kafka, who’s reclined on her elbows. Her eyes are closed, not a crease between her brows, and her head is tilted upwards. Before, you thought she was sunbathing, but now the temperature is slightly lower than this afternoon and the sun is no longer visible in the sky. You think perhaps she’s simply enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty air like you did earlier. It’s funny, she hasn’t told you what this place means to her; it clearly holds some sort of significance if she returns to it annually. Her way of revealing herself is unconventional at best and a little clumsy, like a fawn taking its first steps. She presents you the sea, this part of her she keeps hidden from everyone, and says nothing else. You watch the lines of her nose, the curves of her lips and their pretty pink color. Her face is bare from any makeup, her hair loose and her expression so relaxed she might’ve been asleep. She’s beautiful. You’re no longer gazing at the ocean, though you feel a familiar sense of wonder as you observe her. Your heart is light in your chest and you suddenly understand how your mother could yearn for something she’s never experienced before.

Kafka’s eyes slowly blink open. She tilts her head to meet your stare with a smile, and you long to love her like your mother longed for the sea.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

You nod. Your limbs move before you can stop yourself; you straddle her waist, sitting on her lap and snaking your arms around her back. Kafka lets you bury your nose in the crook of her neck, using a hand in the sand to support the both of you.

“What’s that for?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice as you breathe in the smell of the sea on her skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, pressing a kiss to her skin.

Your mouth trails up her neck to her jaw, tasting salt, and Kafka hums when you kiss her lips. It feels different to kiss her after getting acquainted with the ocean because you finally have something to compare the weightlessness that overwhelms you with each of her fervish kisses. A hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer until she reclines on the ground and your body follows without missing a beat, lips locked.

You pull away to breathe in, only slightly, reveling in the sensation of her hand up your back.

“You’ll get sand in my hair,” Kafka mutters into your mouth.

“I’ll wash it for you.”

On a deserted beach and with the sea as your witness, you kiss her until the moon ascends in the sky and the waves grow stronger behind you.

thinking about comforting robin when she finally allows herself to give into the media’s pressure.

robin’s face is buried in her hands as she quietly sits in her dressing room during a prerehearsal. she’s tired, exhausted, don’t people have some humanity? she not an object, she has feelings. why do they think it’s okay to constantly cross her boundaries just because she’s a ‘celebrity’? for the first time in a while, the singer anxiously bites down on her bottom lip as she feels a lump lodge in her throat and the dreading feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest.

the door softly opens and you enter inside with a cold water bottle in your hand. your brows furrow with worry when you see robin hunched over on the chair, face tucked in her hands and wings flattened. “ robin, what’s wrong? are you feeling sick?! “ you immediately ran to her side and crouched down in front of her, setting the bottle by her feet. your gaze drops down to robin’s phone on her lap. (e/c) eyes narrows into a squint at the screen showing a familiar advertisement of her. “ huh? “ you take her phone from her lap to read the text under your breath.

“ is robin binge eating. .20 pounds in a—what is this garbage? they have absolutely no reason to put it like that, it was merely a commercial shoot! these fools are so damn miserable, it’s not even funny! “ you hissed, gritting your teeth in anger. then, with a heavy sigh, you begrudgingly turned off her phone and set it aside on the vanity counter.

“ sweetheart, “ you touch her knees tenderly, robin only emits a soft little noise of distress in response. it breaks your heart to see her like this. if robin, who’s a kind-hearted and optimistic person, can get reduced into a depressive state, something has to change. “ angel, “ you call out again softly, reaching out to grasp her wrists. “ look at me, please? “

reluctantly, she removes her hands away from her face. sad jade eyes pools into yours as she casts you a tight-lipped smile. “ i’m sorry, i’m okay. i’m aware that i shouldn’t let things like that get to me but i suppose it’s just one of those days. “ she lies. you shake your head with disapproval, your palm presses against robin’s warm cheek and she nuzzles into it.

“ no no, it shouldn’t have to be like that, you have every right to feel that way. people are just incredibly nasty with no brains in their heads.—“

“ miss robin, “ a male voice calls out, a few firm knocks reverberates around the room. “ it’s about time for—“

you chime, not caring to shadow the irritation in your voice. “ give her 5 more minutes, she’s not ready! “

“ we don’t have time, she have to—“

“ she doesn’t have to do anything! “ you barked, throwing an angry glare at the producer behind the door. “ robin isn’t on your time, she’s on her own time! if i say she’s not ready then she’s not ready! if you have anything else to say about it, i can meet you right outside the door so we can discuss the issue! “

you can hear the man’s sigh of frustration before walking away from the door.

“ like, see? the nerve of him. “ you exhale heavily through your nose and returned your attention back to the stressed singer. there’s admiration in robin’s eyes as your thumb strokes the fleshy area of her creamy skin. “ thank you, my muse. but, i wish you could’ve been a wee nicer. “ she says, a playful pitch in her dulcet voice, feathery wings slightly puffed out according to her better mood.

your lips pucker into a pout. “ not when he’s talking to my woman like that. if it weren’t for you, i’d go out there and—“

robin’s soft lips meets yours in a tender kiss for a short moment. she pulls away and rests a delicate hand over yours on her cheek.“ again, thank you for being by my side, my sweet, you’re like my rock. i’m not sure what i’d do without you here. ” she confesses in a gentle whisper, resting her forehead against yours.

you let out a soft sigh, brushing your nose against hers. “ robin, let’s run away together, away from penacony—just me and you. “

robin holds onto your hand a little tighter, the conflicted look on her face makes the creases appear between her brows. “ i. . truthfully, i wish to leave but. .i haven’t put much thought into it yet. “

you press a kiss to her frowning lips, “ that’s fine. but just know whatever decision you make, i’ll be there to support you. “

if it's okay to make more requests, i have another one! my wanderer hyperfixation is still going strong 😭 can i please request wanderer taking care of a drunk reader who has a drinking problem? sorry if that's a weird request 💀

I wouldn't call it weird, but more like... concerning? 🤨 Please stay safe! I hope you're doing fine, I don't recall getting a reaction from you about your previous request, months ago... My apologies by the way, for the time it took... partially due to Wanderer's presence in the 4.8 summer event. Screentime & new voice lines from him means more material for inspiration and writing him. And... procrastination 😅

Wanderer taking care of drunk GN reader with drinking problems

Ambient music (ironically fitting title):

You come back to your senses after feeling a sudden splash of cold water hitting your face.

"Morning, sunshine."

With your sight gaining some clarity back, you can first discern a figure standing before you, with crossed arms. As your ears slowly pick up on their surrounding, revealing the presence of a river nearby, the figure gets clearer and you recognize who it belongs to... alongside the fact it's the middle of the night.

"... you?"

"Seems like you're back to your senses. So, how was your little trip to Wonderland?"

"... trip? Oh, you mean..."

As you try to stand up by yourself, some remaining dizziness prevents you from raising properly, resulting in the loss of your balance, falling on the grass.

"Ugh... You really are pathetic sometimes, S/O."

His next action goes against the harshness of his words, as he bows to pick you up with ease - even keeping a grip on you, until you could stand on your own without falling again.

"Why am I here...?"

"Don't tell me you forgot about your filthy habit already..."

He steps back and now stares a little more intensely at you, clearly unamused.

"You got drunk again. You're lucky I was the one who found you. Who knows what could have happened, had it been someone else."

"Where... did you find me?"

"Collapsed on the road, in the wilderness, like a wounded animal. Hearing some helpless cries from you could have been entertaining..."

His eyes close as he sighs. While you're busy processing his words, he adds another batch of them.

"Endangering yourself like that, with such a filthy and disposable drink, will not lead you anywhere nice. It's about time you find another outlet to cleanse your mind."

You nod, acknowledging his words, remaining silent for now as you process them. You know there's some truth in them, but you also know that removing a bad habit is easier said than done, especially when the root cause itself isn't treated.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that your life is all sunshine and rainbows. But if consuming strong drinks is your way to cope... why not try tea then? You know already about my preference to have it as bitter as possible. If anything, it won't make you drunk, at least. Besides... don't go thinking I had any pleasure in looking for you like I just did."

With another sigh, he reached out for your shoulder, resting his hand on it.

"Come, let's go home now. You need some rest, and not just to reflect."

After you nod in approval, he proceeds to get a good grip around your shoulders, lifting you in the air afterward. Although he wouldn't be against a night stroll, flying back home will be more convenient, given the present circumstances.

If anything, the consequent breeze from the flight should air your mind a little, perhaps even symbolizing the wind of change, as you may now deviate from the unhealthy habit that brought this moment.

Thank you for reading! Link to main post

"Ruan Mei doesn't know love"

wrong. her name comes from her parents who both died. her love for desserts comes from her aunt that bought her desserts as a child, from the treats her mother would give her after a research expedition. her love for traditional theatre comes from her grandmother's love for it. her character was born and woven with love, her very essence is a woman so deeply loved by her family that everything about her is an embroidery of these aspects.

her apathy is a direct result of this love being ripped away from her, with the death of her parents and feeling she had failed them. she is traumatized and doesn't want to feel she has failed someone ever again. and so she doesn't allow herself to get attached. but she still shows love. she shows it in remembering Stephen's favorite treats, she shows it in hand embroidering a charm for asta because she mentioned how pretty it was, an argument could be made that she shows it in the SU with her occurrence.

this isn't even a deep character analysis, this is all just... explicitly written out in her backstory

Now writing for Honkai Star Rail

Hello people,

After giving it some thoughts, I finally decided to officially write for Honkai Star Rail too 👀

The following characters will inaugurate this new universe for my blog:

Ruan Mei

Black Swan

Robin

At the same time, I also updated the list of Genshin Impact characters I can write for, adding these 3 ones:

Beidou

Lisa

Arataki Itto

As always, please check the rules/main post first before you submit a request you may have 🙂

Last but not least, have a nice day/night, and please take care 😊

Using this opportunity to thank and link the person, who gave me the writing experience thanks to which I could begin my tumblr adventure 😊

Masterlist

Hellsing

Alucard

Alucard Being Affectionate

Alucard x Reader That Has Feet Disability

Alucard x Fledgling!Reader

Dad! Alucard

Jealous Alucard

Alucard Cuddle Headcanons

Alucard x Carefree!Reader

Alucard Falling In Love

Alucard x Reserved!Reader

Alucard x Playful!Reader

Alucard Relationship Headcanons

Walter

Jealous Walter

Younger!Walter Relationship Headcanons

Pip

Pip x Military!Reader

Pip x Witch!Reader

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The Arcana

Muriel

Muriel x Plus Size!Reader

Nadia

Nadia Headcanons

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FNAF

Freddy

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Freddy x Crushing!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Reader In A Wheelchair!

Reader With Chronic Pain

Freddy x Pregnant!Reader

Glamrock Freddy x Nightguard!Reader

Glamrock Freddy x Tired!Reader

Glamrock Freddy Hug Headcanons!

Monty

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Monty x Shy!Reader

Monty x SASSY!Reader

FTM! Reader

Monty and Teen!Reader

Monty x Technician!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Monty x Pregnant!Reader

Chica

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Plushies Of Them!

Roxy

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

Plushies Of Them!

Daycare Attendant

Poly!Reader x GlamrocksandDaycare Attendant

FTM! Reader

Moon and Extrovert/Introvert Child!Reader

Plushies Of Them!

Reader In A Wheelchair!

Reader With Chronic Pain

Sun and Moon x Pregnant!Reader

Sun/Moon x Security Guard!Reader

Sunny x Autistic!Reader

Sunny x Artist!Reader

Sunny and Extrovert/Introvert Child!Reader

Fanfic

>>The Lost Child // Part 1<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 2<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 3<<

>>The Lost Child // Part 4<<

Hellsing - Masterlist

Fluff = 🤍

Smut = 🖤 No TW = 🎀

Mild TW = 🔪

Moderate TW = ⚔️

Intense TW = ⚰️ Romantic Affection = 🥀

Platonic Affection = 🎨

Not Specified Affection = 🌈 Gender Neutral Reader = 💫

Female Reader = 🩰

Male Reader = 🍂 Headcanons = 📃

One Shot = 📖

Fanfiction = 📚

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alucard

- Relationship Headcanons (⚔️/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

- Cuddle Headcanons (🎀/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

- Falling In Love (🔪/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

- x Playful!Reader (🎀/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

- x Calm!Reader ( 🔪/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

- x Carefree!Reader (🔪/📃/🤍/🥀/💫)

Pip

- x Witch!Reader (🎀/📃/🌈 /💫)

- x Military!Reader (🎀/📃/🥀/💫)

Real talk, dialogue is where your characters come alive. But here’s the thing, people don’t speak in perfectly crafted sentences. They stutter, they pause, they cut each other off. If your dialogue reads like a speech, you’re doing it wrong. Write conversations that feel like actual people talking, not robots exchanging ideas. Give them quirks, slang, and awkwardness. Sometimes the silence between the words says more than the words themselves. Don’t just use dialogue to tell the reader something, use it to show who your characters really are.

Heey, can you do Ruan Mei or Black Swan (your choice :)) reacting to reader asking them for hug? I hope it's not too hard. Have a nice day/night!

Thank you for the request, I hope you will like it, and have a nice day/night as well 👀 Ruan Mei or Black Swan, huh...

GN reader asking Ruan Mei and Black Swan for a hug

Ruan Mei

Ambient music:

Both of you are minding your own business, albeit in the same room. You are the one breaking the silence, and with such a question that her focus moved from the embroidery in her hands, over to you.

"... hey, Ruan Mei? Could you... please hug me?"

"... a hug? Why?"

Who knows what kind of thoughts perpetually rush through a genius' mind, but such a question was definitely not within the range of expectations. Not to mention physical affection being somewhat of an alien concept to her - much like displays of affection in general.

"Well I thought that, since you're so devoted to studying Life, and that hugs are a thing among certain animal species... then why not try it?"

She moves her embroidery aside as she thinks upon your words and gathers her thoughts, to craft up an answer.

"Alright then... but you take the lead. You certainly have more experience than I do, in that regard."

She raises from her chair as you move closer, before she lets you embrace her first. Only then does she do the same in return, but purely to imitate you, and not without a short delay.

"How is it?"

"At the very least, it's not unpleasant. But that's probably because it's you. Were it someone else instead, then it would be rather forgettable. However, I admit it's intriguing that... this, became a thing."

It's unclear if she's being nice, to cover her doubts regarding how to feel about a mere hug, or if she only accepted out of politeness. Either way, you know how deeply focused she can stay on her things, and thus, you're grateful she complied to your request... somewhat.

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Black Swan

Ambient music:

"... hey, Black Swan?"

The memetic entity appears out of thin air next to you, hovering lightly in the air, with her interest piqued by your summoning.

"Something the matter, S/O?"

"Could you... please hug me?"

"A hug?"

You nod, looking up at her and watching her hover a little closer, facing you with crossed arms.

"Should I understand you wish to create a precious memory with me?"

"Absolutely."

"Very well. It would be a shame to miss such a kind offer, after all."

With that being said, her feet land on the ground and her arms open in a welcoming gesture, inviting you to become part of her embrace - something you willingly and gladly do right after. She then closes her grip around your form, holding you with motherly tenderness.

"Thank you..."

"There's no need to thank me. This captured fleeting moment is truly worthy of remembrance. And I have no doubt that you will cherish it as well, S/O."

You smile and hum, satisfied, and at her satisfaction. Her grip remains until you move out of it at your pace.

"We should do that again somewhen, but I would suggest in a cozier environment. Then, I could bring some perfumed candles, to further... improve the ambient."

"Agreed."

"Well then, I'll see you there."

And with a satisfied grin, she disappeared the same way she appeared.

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