#observe object obstruct

[authorkarajorgensen]

Can we have a new mission for the next 4 years? Observe, object, obstruct.

Pay attention to what is going on. Vocally object and loudly oppose that position. Do everything in your power to tie things up, so they can't go anywhere. Harm reduction may be the key to survival.

[phantomvegetable]

Ghostface x Deaf!Reader

you had a heartbeat like no other tw’s: like one bad word, stalking, danny being danny

Danny would never get tired of the thrilling thrum of his prey’s heart whenever he closed in on them.

The Entity allowed him—and all other killers—the enticing privilege of hearing a survivor’s quickening pulse the moment he came within striking range of his targets. It was like the low hum of a bass that reverberated in his own sternum, lighting every cell on fire with a tingling sensation. It was addicting.

And it never got old.

Here you were, his new obsession: sweating profusely, grimy with dirt and grease, working tirelessly—or was that anxiety Danny smelled? probably both—to repair a generator he sunk his boot in minutes before to aggravate the progress of his puny victims. And, like a moth to the flame, you flew right into his trap. If Danny could purr, he would be doing so right now.

Covered by the shadows, you suspected nothing, until the costume-clad predator took one, tiny step forward, and immediately the air shifted.

Electricity shot up inside of Danny as your head and heart jolted, your chin swiveling left and right to find the source of impending doom within the rubble. Like a drug, your heartbeat had Danny’s brain doing somersaults and his body shivering in anticipation, and instinctively he flexed his fingers around the concrete he hid behind. He wanted to get closer.

Stealthily, he used the broken building to his advantage; creeping around corners and blending with the shadows until he was a ghost away from your presence. Upon closer review, Danny observed the round, flesh-colored objects obstructing your ears, causing his head to tilt. Were you hard of hearing?

A terrible, crude grin stretched behind his mask. Even better.

Like a cat, Danny wordlessly crept behind you until he could reach out and barely scrape the back of your nape with the tips of his leather fingers, earning a sharp gasp and full-body shudder from you. The goosebumps were hard to miss. Danny chortled.

You immediately whipped around, giving Danny full view of your face. Wide, petrified eyes and a gaping mouth pulled taut in fear; hair disheveled from the quick movement, strands sticking to your forehead from perspiration. Delicious pheromones wafted through the mask into Danny’s nostrils, and he inhaled deeply the scent of terror like it was oxygen. It almost gave him a buzz, but that’s not what he came closer for.

Knife withdrawn, Danny traced it along the floor towards you, making sure you felt the vibrations as much as he heard the scratching. He trailed it up your arm and across your clavicle until the blade was right against your throat, making sure to press just hard enough so that when you had to swallow, you would feel the promise of death.

“Ah,” Danny all but sighed as he took in your horrified state, loving how still you were forced to be. Drastically, his mood shifted to one of seriousness, which you somehow picked up on as he felt your pulse spike. “You,” Danny spoke as he pointed an index finger in your face, fluidly shifting his hand until his thumb and pinky were extended in an upside down y-shape, “stay still. Understand?”

Careful not to aggravate the knife biting into your skin, you curtly nodded, blinking owlishly up at the killer. Pleased, Danny smirked before leaning his head down, placing an ear over your chest, and—ah. There it was.

Dump, da dump, da dump dump dump.

Like music to his ears.

At a loss for, well, anything, you remained rigid, fearing for what might happen if you moved even an inch. Sweat continued to build on your temple until it ran down your face, sliding off of your cheek and onto your pants. Ghostface didn’t seem to mind this. If anything, he cuddled even closer, the movement causing your heart rate to spike.

Ghostface groaned, a noise you felt bubble from his throat and ripple through your chest until it popped into a hot flush in your face, making you extremely uncomfortable. Was he going to kill you or smother you to death?

The pressure at your throat increased, and you decided he would do both.

Taking a few more minutes to relish in your rapid heartbeat, Danny sighed, knowing this precious little moment would come to an end.

But that meant killing you. So, it was a win-win, really.

As he pulled away, Danny made eye contact with your wild gaze, something that he knew he shouldn’t do. The pleading, teary-eyed look you had had his heart cartwheeling all over again—possibly even moreso than the enriching thrum of your heart. The next time he had his camera, Danny would make sure to snap a relic of it. Sighing, he sat back on his haunches.

“Fine,” He hissed, huffy and dramatic, “you get three minutes to run. Capeesh?”

When you didn’t reply, Danny rolled his eyes from beneath the scream he wore and raised both hands (knife tucked beneath his thumb), striking a finger down for every second you had remaining to get your ass up and run.

Acknowledgement flashed in your eyes, and quickly you scrambled to your feet, knocking your ribs into the generator on your way out. The hiss you made makes Danny chuckle, and slowly he gets up without finishing the countdown. How naive of you to trust him; he was a killer, after all.

The sound of your terrified heartbeat follows you out the door just as Danny does, ears tuned to the enthralling thumping that had him closing his eyes. He would never get tired of this.

[frownyalfred]

You said you wanted someone to remind you to explain why the stop was illegal in that fic you wrote where the Batfam get pulled over and Alfred has a load of guns so, here's your reminder 😊

Oh yes! Thank you for the reminder. I had a lot of people arguing with me in the comments of that fic, saying the cop was mostly in the right and there was nothing illegal about the stop. I watch a ton of dashcam videos and I've seen some wildly illegal and only mildly illegal stops, and the problem is, both still end up with charges, sometimes very serious ones. Knowing your rights during a traffic stop is very, very important.

Here's the fic if anyone wants to read along with my commentary below. Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, this is not legal advice, and it might not apply in your specific state or region. It's just research I did for the fic.

The cop pulled over a vehicle that did not objectively match the suspect description at all. A silver Rolls Royce isn't a "dark colored sedan."

Mistakenly pulling over a vehicle and realizing it doesn't match the description is one thing; however, for most traffic stops to be legal, there has to be a reason to pull the vehicle over. You can't just have a hunch. You need to observe them speeding, etc, which we know Alfred does not do.

"Pulling you over as a precaution" -- fine, maybe a jury will believe that the cop truly thought they matched the description. But what comes next is definitely illegal.

The cop asks if there are any drugs or weapons in the car. Alfred replies there are legal firearms in the car. The cop indicates that he'll need to be in possession of those guns during the traffic stop for his own safety -- that is legal. However, it does not entitle the officer to a search of the vehicle itself.

Just because the officer needs to take Alfred's gun into his possession for his own safety, does not entitle him to a search of the vehicle itself. There has been no crime committed or suspected of having occurred. There is no legal reason to search the car at that time.

Alfred willingly turns over all guns in his possession. Having a legally registered gun does not create reasonable suspicion that the car or his person contains evidence of a crime, such as drugs or illegal weapons.

Another thing Bruce mentions here -- Alfred doesn't have to legally announce upon being pulled over that there are legal guns in the car. When asked, he does say so, but he does not begin the stop itself announcing that information. The cop gets twitchy about this and calls in backup. Bruce correctly indicates that Alfred has no legal requirement to announce this during the stop. The cop ignores Bruce and snipes at him when he continues to discuss this.

The cop asks why Alfred has the weapons. This is not relevant to the traffic stop, and Alfred is not legally required to answer. They are legally registered and there is no firearm limit in New Jersey.

The cop cuts Bruce off when he gives legal advice to Alfred. The implication is that he might arrest Bruce if he continues to do so. However, as long as Bruce is not physically obstructing the officer's investigation, he is doing nothing wrong in a legal sense and can provide Alfred information on his rights regardless of being a lawyer or not.

“Any update on that 10-29V?” -- the cop asking dispatch this is basically giving away that he knows by now, at the very least, that this is not the suspect vehicle. He is still completing the stop, however there is no legal basis for it.

"Anything I should know about in the car before myself and my fellow officer begin the search?” -- this might seem innocuous but cops will often phrase voluntary searches this way, so later in court they can say you agreed to a search of their vehicle. Alfred did not consent, and Bruce reiterates this.

"But they all looked spooked when I asked about guns in the car.” -- again, not evidence that a crime has been committed or that there are illegal weapons in the car. However if they were looking for weed instead of guns, this is about the time the cop would start lying about smelling an "odor" he needed to "investigate."

“It doesn’t matter if the driver had weapons. It doesn’t matter if he had a goddamned armory in his trunk. It’s not gonna hold up. Every single one of those charges would be dropped by the time your sorry ass got to the station to file them. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” -- People in the comments assumed Bruce would buy off the charges or something, but truly they wouldn't hold up and the DA would likely be reluctant to prosecute, even in Gotham. I should've said "referred" instead of "filed" here but oh well. I guess that depends on the state. The point is, even if the guns were illegal, the stop itself was not legal and therefore that evidence would very likely be thrown out. Frank is a smart man and knows this.

"And maybe, if you’re lucky, they won’t ask for your goddamned badge" / “That one’s a detective over in Blüdhaven.” -- we see evidence throughout the stop that Bruce and Dick know this is an illegal stop, but they don't fight it, largely because that would cause more issues and it's much easier to get the charges thrown out after the fact if they cooperate. Screaming at the cop who's doing an illegal search and driving away will still get you charges, it might just not be the charges they wanted to pull you over for.

So, what's the overall takeaway? Illegal traffic stops can sound and feel very legal, even when they're not. Disagreeing with a single arresting officer can be tricky and it's easier to fight the charges afterward, rather than risk more charges in the moment. But from a legal standpoint, nothing about the stop, the follow up questions, or the attempted search was legally sound. Bruce and Alfred would have been well within their rights to sue the police department for a variety of things, or make a public stink about the traffic stop in the media.

Laws vary state by state in the US, so make sure you're up to date on your local area. Knowing what a cop can and can't ask you can help you keep your cool and proceed safely through a traffic stop. However, you can do everything right and by the book during a traffic stop and still wind up with a racist or angry cop who ignores the law. Bodycams and dashcam footage are very important in those situations. I think everyone should have a dashcam if they own a car, for a variety of reasons.

I am not a lawyer, this is not legal advice, this is just additional information on the background research I did for this fic and why the stop itself was written the way it was!

[rileyslibrary]

The Log Cabin: Hurt

Synopsis: You and Ghost are on your way towards your shared vacation in Scotland.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes:

This is the second part of the story. Here’s Part 1 if you’re interested.

Hurt/comfort.

Render by @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot.

No warnings. Lots of emotions towards the end, though.

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“You sure?” You ask as you approach a red light.

Ghost closes his eyes and leans back in his seat. He lets out a long and loud sigh behind his mask.

“This is the fifth time you’ve asked if I’m sure,” he protests. “Ask me again, and I will throw you out of the bloody car.”

He won’t do it. He used the exact same threat when you voiced your concerns the third time. You understand him, though; you’re not even on the highway yet, and you’ve been bugging him with your insecurities.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and lower your head to the water bottle you’ve secured between your thighs.

He turns to look at you, then shifts his focus back to the road as the traffic light turns orange.

“I don’t do charity work when it comes to vacations,” he reassures you and changes gears. “I’m absolutely certain of my decision.”

You drive through the city streets, trying to reach the highway. You look out the car’s window; there are curious glances directed at you from the outside. People look alarmed, old ladies clutch their purses tighter, and fathers hold their children closer.

You can’t blame them; they’re looking at two masked figures in a car filled with tools and gear in the backseats.

“We look like we’re about to rob a bank, don’t you think?” You ask, concerned, as you observe a woman ushering her son into a store upon spotting you.

“Don’t take it off yet,” he warns you. “Wait till we get to the highway.”

He’s right. His face is unknown in the city, whereas yours is, and any identification could link him to you. That’s why he handed you a plain black balaclava before you left the base, ensuring your mutual anonymity. It’s a small city, after all.

“What if we get stopped by the police?” you ask. “Someone might have alerted them.”

He shakes his head. “Unlikely,” he replies. “The police is familiar with me and my car. Many soldiers keep their identities concealed due to the base. Civilians aren’t accustomed to it, that’s all.”

He stops at a zebra crossing and motions with his hand at the people waiting, giving them permission to cross the road.

“Look at them,” he whispers as he watches them successfully reaching the other side of the pavement. “So eager to display their faces, like they’ve never done anything sinister in their lives.”

You look at him from the corner of your eye, wondering if his words hide a twinge of guilt or envy—a yearning for freedom, just like those civilians crossing the street. They are free to walk as they please, while he is doomed to wear a cloth on his face until he’s away from anything human.

You tug at your mask. “It’s getting quite stuffy in here; mind if I...” you say and motion towards the car’s A/C controls.

He shrugs. That’s your “go ahead” sign.

You enter the highway, and he removes his mask. He reaches into the back pocket of his seat and tugs his balaclava there. He scratches his left cheek.

You follow his lead but tuck yours into your door’s side pocket. Now that your mouth is free from obstructions, you can drink water. You open the bottle and drive it into your mouth.

“Easy with the water,” Ghost advises. “We won’t find any stops for the next three hours.”

“Three hours?!” You ask.

He nods, his eyes still fixed on the road, indifferent to your shocked reaction. He reaches into the side pocket of his door and pulls a pair of sunglasses out. He secures them on his face.

“I have never seen you with sunglasses before.” You comment.

He smirks. He looks very handsome when he does that. Not conventionally attractive, though. He has a very rugged, almost weird, to point out beauty. Like those second-hand objects you find in an antique shop; they are bizarre to look at, but you can’t shift your eyes away from them. You want to study and analyse them as closely as possible.

You stare at his profile and notice him looking back at you. He still has that smirk on his face. You divert your attention back to the road.

“Sorry.” You murmur.

He looks ahead and his smile widens.

After some time, you reach your first stop; a service station with a convenience store, and fast food joint. Ghost asks if you want to grab a bite, and you shake your head. In response, he motions towards the side of the gas station.

“Loo’s over there. I’ll refuel the car.”

You hurry to the restroom; the last thing you want is to hinder his program. You better be as fast and efficient as possible.

When you return, Ghost is already in the driver’s seat. You settle into your seat beside him, apologising for your delay. He clicks his tongue.

“You went to the restroom; no need to fret.” He says as he hands you a few snacks he bought from the convenience store.

“For me?” you ask, surprised.

“For you,” he confirms and starts up the engine. “So you don’t start whining that you’re hungry when we are in the middle of nowhere.”

The rest of the trip is beautiful. The landscape shifts profoundly, from the mundane colours of the city to the towering trees that grow denser, with hues of green more vibrant than any photo could capture. The radio plays some mainstream pop music, which doesn’t suit the scenery but makes everything less awkward between you.

Occasionally, you spot a flock of sheep and comment. Ghost doesn’t respond but shifts his gaze from the road to where you’re pointing so he can give you his full attention. He smiles every time, and you wonder whether he’s genuinely happy or just trying to act friendly. Then again, when did Ghost ever try to act friendly? He’s enjoying it as well.

You must have reached the outskirts of civilisation now since the radio has started to make white noise. He switches it off.

Silence. Awkward silence.

“Sorry.” He says, which is very ironic since he was the one who lectured you a few hours ago to stop apologising for things you can’t control. “I don’t have any CDs.”

An arrogant chuckle escapes you. You didn’t mean to come across that way, but there’s no need for CDs; although the car isn’t new, it has built-in Bluetooth. You wonder if he knows it.

“Do you mind?” You ask, showing him your phone.

He looks at it, raising an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses. He must be thinking you’re asking for permission to call someone.

You connect your phone to the car’s Bluetooth and launch Spotify. Music starts playing again. His attention alternates between the radio and your phone.

“Why don’t you look at that!” He remarks. “I knew you could do that; I just never bothered to figure out how.”

“I’ll show you later.” You reply.

“Do you take requests?”

You nod and smile. “What’s your poison, Lieutenant?”

“Johnny Cash.” He replies. “Hurt.”

You nod again, search for the song and press play. You try to enjoy the scenery, focusing on the trees and farms passing by, but Simon’s choice of song wraps around you.

“I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that’s real.”

You turn to look at him. He holds the wheel with one hand, his other resting on the car’s window. He leans against it, his face propped on his hand.

“And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt.”

You want to comment on the song, but your throat feels tight like something’s choking you. You swallow hard.

“What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end.”

Tears fill your eyes, threatening to escape. You don’t have sunglasses like Ghost does. It’s a matter of time until he notices.

“If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way.”

It’s sadness, melancholy—that's what you’re feeling. But is it for Ghost and his poor song choice? Or is it for you?

For your family, your friends, and the vacation you won’t get to enjoy with them? Who are you mourning exactly? He seems to be at peace with his choices. When will this bliss come to you?

Will it ever come to you?

“Hey,” he calls out, and you turn to look at him.

Too late; he already noticed.

“It’s okay,” he soothes you. “Let it out.”

As if you wanted his permission, you begin to cry uncontrollably. You gasp for air. Ghost presses a button on his door which forces your window to open slightly. The crisp air slaps your face, but you focus on the pain, just like the song says. Your nails bite into your palms as you squeeze your fists, and that water bottle falls from your legs onto the car’s floor.

Ghost reaches over, turning the volume higher as if he’s permitting you to cry as much as you want and scream as loud as you please. You turn your head to the side, looking through blurred vision at the colours of green blending together.

He clasps your fist in his hand. You refuse to relax it.

“It’s okay.” He repeats as you pass the blue sign marked with a white ‘X’ that welcomes you to Scotland. “It’s going to be okay.”

Your first unclenches and you open your hand.

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Part 3 (final) this way ->

[frankingsteinery]

there are many interpretations on just what the “nervous fever, which confined me for several months” that victor experienced was, but i don’t think anyone has yet put forward the idea that it was based on hypochondriasis. (in general i will refer to this source, a practical treatise of hypochondriasis written by john hill in 1766, in regard to just what hypochondriasis is–it’s a very interesting read and i would recommend it!)

hypochondriasis (which now carries a different meaning–i am not referring to hypochondria i.e. abnormal anxiety/fear about one’s health) was a non-specific condition that encompassed many varieties of the “nervous illnesses” of the 18th century. the concept was derived from theories of bodily humors and was once considered a special form of melancholy resulting from an excess of black bile, or alternatively that it was an obstruction in the body caused by high emotion, among many other explanations–but in hypochondriasis, and in the 17-18th century in general, the idea that the health of the mind and the body were inherently linked was HUGE. while it’s not readily definable it was generally seen as the masculine equivalent to hysteria in females, which is thematically important in ways i’ll get into later.

in short, hypochondriasis: 

is caused by grief and/or “fatigue of the mind” i.e. intense, prolonged study or focus on one thing, particularly night studies

those who are educated, studious, isolated, sedate and inactive (not among nature), are more susceptible

typically begins and reoccurs in autumn months

results in self-isolation, depression, a “disrelish of amusements,” wild thoughts or overthinking on one subject, and a sense of oppression in the body

physically, it causes low appetite, heart palpitations, dizziness, confusion, night sweats, emaciation, convulsions, etc

fits of high emotion, excessive exercise, and shock can cause relapses, even months or years after the first event

is said to be cured by mild medicine, but no chemistry; but above all, it is cured by the study of nature, and hypochondriac people should get frequent air and exercise

the parallels to victor are rather blatant. the study of natural philosophy becomes victor’s “sole occupation,” and he describes being “animated by an almost supernatural enthusiasm.” in the treatise, those subject to the disease are said to be those who have “greatly exerted [the mind’s] powers” and have ”determined resolution…intent upon their object [of attention]”. It’s also noted that “whatever tends to the ennobling of the soul has equal share in bringing on this weakness of the body.” 

it is this focus on creating new life, and later, this self-isolation, that results in his “cheek becom[ing] pale with study,” and his “person had become emaciated with confinement” and he “seemed to have lost all soul or sensation but for this one pursuit.” it is to the extent that his eyes become “insensible to the charms of nature” and he neglects correspondence with his friends and family. he becomes “oppressed by a slow fever…and nervous to a most painful degree” and, like those with hypochondriasis, believes that “exercise and amusement would then drive away incipient disease.”

it’s also notable that the height of victor’s illness–directly after the creature’s creation–occurs, like in hypochondriasis, in autumn. during it, he describes many of the physical symptoms attributed to hypochondriasis: weakness, heart palpitations, dizziness, wild thoughts and paranoia, convulsions, etc. it’s only after henry’s care that he is able to recover, and in particular, after viewing a scene of nature:

I remember the first time I became capable of observing outward objects with any kind of pleasure, I perceived that the fallen leaves had disappeared, and that the young buds were shooting forth from the trees that shaded my window. It was a divine spring; and the season contributed greatly to my convalescence. I felt also sentiments of joy and affection revive in my bosom; my gloom disappeared, and in a short time I became as cheerful as before I was attacked by the fatal passion.

throughout the novel, these symptoms will reoccur (relapse) in times of high emotion, shock and stress–justine’s trial, the confrontation at the alps, during the creation of the female creature, etc. overall he meets the marks of hypochondriasis nearly down to a T.

and, returning to the idea that hypochondriasis is essentially the male equivalent of hysteria, which was only attributed to females at the time, this is relevant because frankenstein is a female narrative synthesized through a male narrator. by extension victor also meets many of the marks of hysteria. in general, the creature’s creation feminizes victor: victor remarks that he becomes “as timid as a love-sick girl” during his illness and describes his fever as “painfully nervous” and alternating between “tremor” and “passionate ardour.” during and after the creation process, victor exhibits what was then perceived as “feminine” emotional freedom–anxiety, weakness, self-doubt, fear, etcetera. considering this in-context that 1) victor’s labors allude to mary shelley’s own traumatic experiences with childbirth 2) this was written in a turning point in history where high-class men who had "nervous" senses/feelings were beginning to be seen as effete instead of stylish (they used to be thought fashionable because they were more in-touch with their senses than the lower classes or something to that effect), this all seems very intentional.

now, what do i think victor actually had (since humorism has, obviously, since been disproved)? a 2-for-1 psychotic disorder + whatever concoction of germs he acquired from sticking his hands in corpses for weeks on end combo. but that’s for another day!

[threestarsaboveclouds]

do you have a favourite celestial body?

TSAC: I hesitate to pick just one object of interest... my area of study finds me analyzing the sky as a whole, after all.

However, if I had to choose... one type of object I enjoy observing are supernova remnants. These nebulae are left behind by the collapse of a massive star, and they often exhibit very unique properties. One supernova remnant in the constellation of the Rain Deer is particularly intriguing.

The nebula is very young by astronomical standards- the supernova that created it is thought to have been recorded by astronomers of the early Green Hegemonic dynasty, before the Void Fluid Revolution. It was even bright enough to be seen during the day! This apparent disruption of the Celestial Spheres was considered quite exciting to scholars of the time.

In the present day, the corpse of the massive star that created this supernova remnant can be found in the center of the nebula as a pulsar. This dense, rapidly spinning stellar remnant is a very strong source of radio emissions, as well as x-rays and gamma radiation. This energizes the surrounding gas of the nebula and causes it to glow unusually brightly.

I enjoy listening to pulsars such as this. The tempo of their pulses is extremely stable, which makes any changes in their output very exciting. The pulsar at the center of this nebula occasionally exhibits "glitches" in its otherwise stable period of rotation. The source of this instability is unknown, but might be related to activity below the pulsar's surface. I believe the exotic matter existing inside of dense stellar remnants such as this may shed some light on the more enigmatic properties of Void Fluid, and the Void Sea by extension. I find this prospect quite exciting!

On a different note, another focus of my research is the discovery of other planetary systems orbiting distant stars. Studying the properties of these planets might help us understand our own planet's relationship to the Cycle.

In my research I have come across many potential exoplanet candidates, a portion of which are even within their Suns' habitable zones, where liquid water may exist.

One exoplanet system is of particular interest. Planetary transit analysis of the system's G-class host star has revealed at least eight planets; four gas giants and four terrestrial planets. Two of the terrestrial planets are potentially within the system's habitable zone, with spectral analysis showing one in particular has a substantial atmosphere with a considerable amount of water vapor.

Liquid water is considered essential for life, even on other planets. This distant planet could possibly be home to an array of complex alien life forms! If life does exist on this planet, I wonder if its inhabitants are bound to the Cycle as well. One can only speculate!

[ OOC: If you want to see the un-obstructed projections you can find them here! ]

[subatomiccherry]

Just a Dream

Inhuman!Vessel x reader

Warnings: stalking themes

This is my introduction into the writer pool of Sleep Token fics, hello my people 🙏🏼🫶 Was heavily inspired by Sugar for this if you can’t tell by the sprinkled in lyrics lmao

(Might take requests if there’s enough interest?)

Cover picture from Heathens Heartbreakers on Pinterest

—~*~— —~*~— —~*~— —~*~—

It had been weeks since you had slept for more than a few hours at a time, often waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing from the torment your mind supplied. It was another one of these nights, jolting up from the covers with a scream dying on your lips. This dream had been a quick one, enough so to where you could only remember the tail end of it. Something akin to long dark fingers that had almost ensnared your wrist in its grasp before you had tripped and woken.

Pushing back the sweat-damp blankets with a small groan of disgust, you stood on shaky legs and moved towards the kitchen, tired eyes not noticing the porcelain masked figure lurking in the shadows of your bedroom.

—~*~—

A sharp toothed grin split the lower portion of Vessel’s face not hidden by the mask as he observed the way your exhausted body shuffled back through the doorway, collapsing back into the bed, not even bothering to pull the blankets back up.

His ink-black fingers twisted in strange motions as he allowed himself to sink into your new dream, stepping forward to perch himself on the end of the bed. Perhaps it was time for a new approach…

—~*~—

It was strange, the feeling of sinking into this new dream. They had been so intense as of late, and often enough that you were usually lucid in these spaces, aware of everything around you. This time felt… unusual. There was no anxiety eating away at your chest, no guttural growls surrounding you on all sides.

A liquid field expanded all around you, as far as your gaze could reach and probably farther. There were no objects obstructing the view, just water as far as the eye could see. The smell of salt teases your nostrils, your nose crinkling at the intensity. A timid step forward ensured the fact that you could walk, but looking down had been the wrong idea. The depths were bottomless, as far as you could tell; you stumbled, vertigo seizing you as you tumbled to your knees. Water splashed at the harsh landing, yet you did not sink into the abyss.

Footsteps, small waves rippling out towards your hands and tiny jingling noises caused your head to shoot up from where you were kneeling. A figure stood tall in front of you, cloaked in darkness yet the bone white and crimson of his mask was almost blinding in the gloom of your surroundings. Necklaces covered his chest, coins and other pendants the source of the clinking noises. He didn’t move, simply watched as you struggled to stand, the soaked fabric of your clothing weighing your movements down.

“I recognize you,” a gasp left your lips. His head tilted ever so slightly, soft cricks reaching your ears as his fingers tensed in odd movements. “You’ve been in all of my dreams, just watching me…”

Silence continued to ring out between the two of you, a sort of staring contest ensuing. Though you could only assume that he wasn’t blinking, the six eye holes didn’t give much in that regard. You took a step forward, squinting, trying to ascertain any sort of movement or awareness from him.

—~*~—

She was brave, Vessel mused to himself, studying the way she had looked at him with no fear in her eyes. Mild irritation maybe, which caused an uptick of his lips into a light smirk. He would soon change that, make sure that he would bring back the delicious agony in her gaze.

He surged forward, water splashing violently with his movements. She shrieked in surprise as the spray splattered against her, sputtering as a clawed hand gripped at her waist, the other gripping her chin and tilting her head back to look up at him. His rings pressed indents into her skin, no doubt causing bruises to bloom long after she had awoken. She wriggled in his grip to no avail, a weak little thing writhing against him like a worm on a hook. It was amusing, watching her struggle so helplessly.

Vessel leaned down, sharp teeth bared in a cruel smile as he pressed the cold porcelain of his mask into the crook of her neck, delighting in the shivers that wracked her body. “Yes,” he growled, voice low and raspy from disuse. “I have been watching you, my dear. Watching you in your dreams. The way you run, the desperate way you try to hide from that which will always catch you in the end…” He hums, opening his mouth to scrape his teeth against her neck, tongue darting out to taste the salt beading on her delicate skin.

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“You’ve been stalking me?” You grit out, craning away from the sharp points of the mask digging into your shoulder. This man, this being, had been delighting in your fear for weeks now, playing twisted little games with your head.

“Such a harsh word, love.” He croons, fingers leaving black trails on your clothing as he explored your body. “I’ve developed a taste for you, your despair is such sweet sugar to me. I feel no need to eat, but you…” he groans, burying his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. “I crave. I wish to devour you whole.”

His words set your face ablaze, and you redouble your efforts to escape his hold. “Let me go!” You cry out, nails scratching against him in the hope that he would drop you. And drop you, he does, seeming surprised that you would dare fight back against him.

You tumble back, unbalanced, and land in the water, drenching your clothes yet again. He moves toward you, an ink stained hand stretched out in faux concern. His lips are pressed thin in annoyance as he watches you scramble backwards, water splashing against his robes.

“Just leave me alone!” You sob, utterly exhausted. “You’ve tormented me long enough, I’m not your plaything!”

—~*~—

Vessel laughs, head thrown back and chest heaving.

“Like you have a choice, darling!” He stalks forward, leaning down and snatching her ankle in a bruising grip, yanking her towards him, water flying up in an arc around them.

“Do you want to test me, love?” He tilts his head to the side, a low snarl leaving him as he grabs her tear stained face, forcing her to look up at him. “I don’t think you understand, you must be crazy if you think I would give up this game.”

Elation courses through him at the sound of her sobs, sweet music to his ears. He tuts softly, smoothing her salt-soaked hair out of her face with tender movements. “Hush now…” he soothes. “After all, this is simply a dream.”

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[hunn1e-bunn1e]

神話 - "Ardent Dragon Rests Upon Resplendent Cliffs"

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In which the Traveler and Paimon unknowingly come across a mysterious adeptus by the name of Sky Weaver while the two are exploring near the sparsely populated cliffsides of Mt. Mingyuan. Or; In which the long-forgotten tale of the adeptus Sky Weaver is uncovered by Aether from the lips of the various Adepti of the Nation of Liyue and the people who know them.

Prologue | Part 1 | (1.5) | Part 2 | (2.5) | Part 3 | (3.5) | Part 4 | (4.5) | Part 5 | (5.5) | Part 6 | (6.5) | Epilog | Extra 1 | Extra 2

                                                                                                   

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The cliffs of Mt. Mingyuan were a dangerous place for any person to fool around on, but even more so for a child. Yet it made for the perfect place for tuning into nature and taking in the sights of the surrounding terrain, such as a magnificent view of Yilong Wharf, Mt. Lingmeng, river Jademouth, and the distant silhouette of Chiwang Terrace, the ruins of Fort Charybdis and Lumidouce Harbor in Fontaine. The most notable sight that one could witness upon the cliffs of Mt. Mingyuan however, was a breathtaking view of the sky that suffered no light pollution despite the proximity to Yilong Wharf.

Although, for a certain ochre-eyed child, Mt. Mingyuan was the perfect place to sneak off whenever he wanted some distance from his family or to practice his passion for wushu dancing.

Gaming had once again climbed up the mountain, carrying with him the hollow costume lion head that was many sizes too large for him at his current age. The costume head is held over his own to prevent it from collecting stains by being dragged along the damp mud and grass as he walks. Occasionally it tips forward and obstructs his view, causing him to stumble to regain his footing and tip the object back to its original position.

Today was particularly different from other times he had come up the mountain. This time, instead of grinning with excitement and running up the familiar path to reach the grassy plateau-like area he usually practiced at, he frowned with tears collecting on his lower lashes as he glumly dragged his feet along as he walked. Earlier, not even an hour ago, Gaming had gotten into an argument with his father; the older man telling him that his dream was foolish and that he should focus on continuing the family tradition of being a tea farmer.

Now, here he was, curled up around the costume lion head with his back to the trunk of a tree. The dew that rested on the grass beneath him soaked into his shorts but he couldn't bring himself to care. The fur of the costume head was damp with his tears, the wetness causing the faugh fur to clump together in places.

“...Mortal child, it is dangerous to dwell upon this mountain unaccompanied is it not…?”  

A soft but masculine voice just to his left gently called out to him.

Gaming flinches in shock as he whips his head in the direction of the voice. His red teary eyes widened in shock and confusion at the abrupt appearance of another person. Once the ochre-eyed boy really took in this person's features, however, his jaw dropped in awe. 

A man, likely in his late twenties, who had long h/c hair with streaks of misty blue that were braided in certain places and seemed to reach his knees, long, thick lashes that hung over beautiful e/c eyes, and a peculiar blue symbol on his forehead. The man was draped in an elegant four-layered silk robe; the outermost layer being white with a navy blue and desaturated green bamboo leaf pattern. He was possibly the most beautiful person that the aspiring wushu dancer had ever seen before.

An amused chuckle from the mysterious and handsome man pulled the ochre-eyed child. from his thorough observation and reminded him of the question that was asked of him.

“Well, I'm not alone since uncle is with me now.”  

Gaming answers, shyly averting his eyes from the stranger's face with pinkened cheeks at the embarrassment of being caught staring.

The man tensed for a moment –from what the brunette child could tell from the other's body language– at the word uncle, but quickly regained his relaxed but regal posture. It seemed that this enigmatic stranger wasn't too fond of strangers, how ironic.

“Uncle, you called this one? Is that not a term reserved solely for those that one trusts?”  

The long-haired man asks with apprehension, worried that the child in front of him would find himself in trouble due to being too trusting.

Gaming giggled at the man's contorted expression, it was rare to see an adult become shy around him, so he couldn't help but find it a bit funny. He grinned at the stranger, his previous sadness momentarily forgotten as he focused all his attention on the man to his left.

“Well yeah, you're older than me and I don't know your name. Plus, you seem really nice. You wouldn't have asked if I was alone if you were a bad person. So, you're uncle.”  

The ochre-eyed child chirped, giving the man a close-eyed smile so bright it could put the sun to shame. He pauses, however, eyes opening with curiosity as he asks the stranger a question.

“Actually, what is your name, uncle?”  

The e/c-eyed man, still registering the child's first and very worrying statement, doesn't answer. He heard the question, but his mind was preoccupied with his increasing worry for the previously crying boy, so he paid it no mind.

“Mortal child, this one's name is not of importance at the moment. What this one concerns one's self with is that you trust far too swiftly.”  

The robe-clad man expresses his worries, his face holding a mix of pity and concern as he takes a step closer to the boy; his posture growing more protective.

Straightening his back and stretching his arms above, causing the costume lion head to roll off his lap, Gaming stands from the damp ground. He sends a quick glance to the low-hanging sun to the west, letting him know that he should probably make his way back home within the hour lest he worry his mother. Picking up the costume head off of the grass, he turns to the beautiful stranger as he pulls the costume head over his own.

“I'll think about what you said, Uncle Měilì. I have to start heading back though, or mom will get worried about me.”  

The brunette child smiles warmly as he balances the lion's head properly.

The man, now dubbed ‘Uncle Měilì’ raises a brow at the boy in confusion. That certainly wasn't his name. By reflex, he sweeps his gaze around to check if there are any other people present, but, of course, there aren't.

“Měilì? Is it this one that you are referring to, mortal child?”  

‘Uncle Měilì’ asks the boy as he points at himself with an air of disbelief and amusement.

Gaming turns to him with a pout, annoyed at the robed man's question. The ochre-eyed boy had already asked for his name, only for the inquiry to be ignored. He huffed and turned away from the man as he began to walk back the way he came.

“You said your name wasn't important, so I gave you a nickname instead. I can't just keep calling you Uncle, y'know. Also, my name is Gaming, remember it, okay?”  

He called out as he continued walking down the mountain, the costume lion head held up above his own with his little arms.

Stopping when he doesn't hear a reply, the child looks behind him to see no one there. Only a retreating spectral-like mist could be seen, sweeping through the sky in majestic arcs and swirls as it climbed up the mountain.

The cliffs of Mt. Mingyuan were a dangerous place for any person to fool around on, but even more so for a child. However, for a certain ochre-eyed child, Mt. Mingyuan was the perfect place to sneak off whenever he wanted some distance from his family or to practice his passion for wushu dancing. It also served as a wonderful place where the boy met someone who would be a shoulder to lean on in his time of need.

Mt. Mingyuan is where a young Gaming first met that mysterious adeptus known as Sky Weaver.

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Footnotes:

Sky Weaver's appearance is heavily based upon the character Chuyi Flower Cake from ‘The Tale of Food’. I was actually going to add Cloud Retainer in at the very end, but changed my mind since this half chapter was already twice as long as the previous one. The word Měilì or 美麗 means Beauty, it's a simple nickname that I just grabbed on the fly.

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[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Dahyun x Male Reader - "Conquered By An Abomination"

Here's my final one-shot for this year which is another smut fic featuring Dahyun. I want to say that I'm pretty proud and impressed at myself for being able to catch up on the 4th quarter after being too busy during July-October. This fic has got to be one of my experimental and unique works that I decided to try writing, because the concept that you're about to see here was never been done by me before, meaning that this my first-time writing it. Please understand and pardon me if this one turns out to be not suitable to the liking of some, as I feel like this might not be everyone's cup of tea. Enjoy reading and celebrate a Happy New Year with your loved ones, please!

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On Friday, November 13, astrophysicist Dr. Kim Dahyun and her research team went from Busan to Seoul to visit a location where they were tasked with conducting a comprehensive examination.

Based on radar data from their headquarters, it was seen that around midnight yesterday, an object that seems to be a fragment of an asteroid or comet crashed into the vicinity of Seoul.

Their chief professor and mentor at the research lab gave them the order to report any unusual sightings they came across there before calling the military and defense squad to seize control of the area and place it under lockdown, keeping everyone outside of the sector out.

Dahyun and her group entered the hidden area through their vehicle, bypassing the main road and making their way to the designated site. They made the decision to park close to the danger zone as they were leaving the road so they could more easily reach the astronomical devices inside.

"So what's this anomaly of yours supposed to look like?" One of her intern graduated to SNU, YN LN asked her after arranging all the panels around the van.

"It's almost the same as what we used to find from the sky, but this one was the first to do the unthinkable." Dahyun answered, wiping her eyeglasses. "The record says that it's like a small shooting star that emerged from the sky, but the impact it left when it came contact here almost triggered a mild earthquake."

"So that's why the sent us in." He responded, nodding his head understandably.

Dahyun turns her head around, acknowledging her other assistant who is testing some devices that they will equip on their hands outside. "Uhm, Minyoung excuse me for a sec will you?"

"Yes, Miss Kim?"

"Can you grab for me that gloves beside the first cabinet?" She pointed at the direction. Minyoung saw it and unhesitantly passed it to her. "Thanks."

"Are you guys good now?" She checked on her accomplices. They signalled her with a positive note. "Okay, let's take a look what they have in store for us."

After getting out of the van, they began to swing the tall leaves that were obstructing their view and path on the verdant field. They weren't even gone from their car for that far when they observed something startling.

The three researchers were welcomed with a bald area on the top portion of the field, which was produced by a big crater on the land. The leaves that were impacted by the collision scattered across the hole.

"This looks huge." YN exclaimed with a gasping mouth. "Are you all sure it's just a thin shooting star-like that appeared yesterday?"

"It is. They even presented it to me." Dahyun explained. "The anomalies here would be always associated to the geological condition here. I have a chart that describes everything we have encountered for these past few years and I've never seen anything like this that an unknown object also gave us a hard time dealing with a quake."

"We better get starting now because to be honest, this is getting really unpredictable to the minute and I couldn't understand what's going on as long as we see it ourselves." Minyoung suggested. Dahyun and YN looked at her and they were both convinced. YN planted a huge nail beside the crater and wrapped a rope around it that will serve as their handle when going down to the crater.

As the three of them made it below. They began to look around and observe deeply the surfaces. Minyoung kneels down and poked a stick on a gross material, forming a disgusted expression on her face. "Uhh guys, take a look at this."

Dahyun and YN came towards her. "Does this remind you of something?" Minyoung said as she twirled and flipped it around, almost like she's playing on it.

"Is that an eggshell?" YN asked, furrowing his brows at the black and velvet-colored thin piece swimming at a pool of gooey substance.

"Could be. Just look at the fluids around that probably came from this." Dahyun said, mentioning the slime. They garnered their eyes more at their surroundings, there were even bigger ones that what Minyoung has found and they were also mostly covered with a slime.

"Get away from that, Minyoung-ah. Don't you see how disgusting it is?!" YN scolded his friend. He started to cover his nose too with his shirt. "And do you guys smell that?"

"Yeah, it's bad." Dahyun clenched her face in dislike. "Feels like there's a rotting organ in here."

"Wait, so are we gonna conclude right away that we just discovered a cracked egg?" YN said. He scoffed and rubbed his face. "Am I correct at what I think this might mean?"

"No, YN. We're just getting started here. We are researchers we came here to finish our task and not do it in rush just because we're in an unsettling situation right now." Dahyun protested. "We don't jump into conclusions right away."

"S-sorry, Prof." YN bowed his head. "It's just.. I'm sensing something wrong in here."

"YN, let's just wish it would not happen at all. Okay?"

YN looked at Dahyun's comforting and calm demeanor. He nodded shyly. "Yes, Ms. Kim."

Snapping a few photos of the scene, Dahyun gave Minyoung and YN the order to take everything out of the van that would be necessary for them to make a report and gather any evidence that they would find here. Dahyun borrowed a tracker and used it to glide around the crater's borders while they did so.

The tracker bumped against a tall leaf, and the alarm began to sound loudly. After receiving an alert, Dahyun was perplexed as to what it had discovered. Before she caught anything, she inspected the dirt and leaves in the area.

The leaves did not have sharp, pointed ends. Rather, it appears as though the flower has grown directly onto the leaf, utilizing it as a stem or something unexplainable. Dahyun thought it was rather strange to see a flower extending through the body of the leaves itself.

She stepped back to wipe the dust off her face as the flower burst some sprinkle of nectar on her face as she reached out to touch it. She held her tracker again while she coughed, but she quickly figured out that it was unresponsive.

"There's got to be some power or equipment malfunction" Dahyun hissed on the device as she carried it. "Minyoung! YN! I need a help on-"

Dahyun was about to walk back on the van when suddenly she went out of balance and slipped through the crater. When she was about to get up, she saw the van fleeted upwards to the sky, a hole was formed on the bottom of the vehicle before it splitted in half when it crashed on the ground. Her heart shattered she heard it explode.

She wasn't devastated because of the vehicle, but because of the fact that two of her colleagues were inside that van when it exploded. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" she shouted at the horrific sight from outside the crater.

Dahyun ran through the ropes and hurriedly climbed but she started getting drowsy and lightheaded, her body losing it sense until it managed to get her out of the grip from the rope, sending her unconscious inside the crater.

Right after she snapped out, the ground she's laying at started to flow like waves.

Dahyun woke up hours later, but not without a clue on her, as her mind was still rebooting from what happened to her earlier. Her eyes opened, and there she witnessed herself sitting in the middle of what it seems to be a cave.

She slowly risen up to her feet, her feet stumbled a bit as she felt a dull ache on her head once again. Rubbing it to ease it off atleast, Dahyun breathed deeply before returning back her attention on her current situation of getting stuck.

She couldn't find any light that would provide her to a clearer vision of everything around her. Nervous and desperate to find a route to escape, Dahyun had no other choice but to walk around and explore for a route way out.

"HELPPP!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE CAN HEAR ME?!" Dahyun pleaded as loud as she can reach on her voice. "MINYOUNG? YN? WHERE ARE-"

She paused as she recalled earlier seeing their van where her two assistants were staying in. Her emotions overtook her, releasing teardrops across her face. She also began to feel guilty, thinking that she should have ordered them to go back inside and fetch all of their equipment on her behalf.

Maybe if it wasn't for her, she wouldn't led both her friends on their own demise. Dahyun sobbed heavily as she repeated calling their names in agony.

She slammed her hand accidentally on some surface. Dahyun probably guessed it a wall where she could support herself while trailing along the cave. She took the opportunity, caressing and patting it.

However, Dahyun noticed something different. It was rough, soft, and quite sticky as she could describe. She tried to smell it, and it brought her to a familiar rotten organ smell she, Minyoung, and YN had depicted earlier.

"Huh? What is this?" Dahyun questioned herself where she is also the only one who could find the answer. With one more pat onto the strange wall, she noticed the entire area start to glow including the one where she is touching.

She roamed her eyes around, and it made her tensed to learn that she does indeed correct on her being stuck inside a cave right now, but rather everything that blocks her from the possibility of escaping is covered with unidentified type of organs.

There was a dark area on the far end just right in front of Dahyun's direction. She could swear that she had a glimpse of something that just moved there and disappeared from the shadows in a few second. "WHO'S T-THERE?!" she shouted as she started having suspicions in her mind.

Taking few steps ahead to check out what it is, a loud roar put her into halt before she was about to scream in terror. She fell on her butt and her breathing goes faster, wondering what kind of a monstrous noise she just heard.

She then saw something emerging from the drak shadows. In her utmost bewilderment and panic, an abomination has appeared in front of her, standing tall with its bulbous, humungeous and very disfigured appeareance.

It's size is like almost half of the space of the cave they're occupying, and Dahyun was in complete disbelief that the fear of YN he was trying to refer a while ago has unfortunately manifested into reality. A beast from the space or in other term made by humans ourselves, called aliens- are real in Dahyun's universe.

"D-don't come closer to me!" Dahyun tensefully said as she starts to crawl away from the monster. It blabbered some unusual noises that almost formed some inaudible words while shaking its head madly, and after that, Dahyun saw something popping out of its body.

Two slimy tentacles just came out from each sides and began crawling through Dahyun to reach each of her ankles and get wrapped. She then felt her body being dragged closer to the monster and Dahyun repeatedly yelled, begging for it to stop while tugging the tentacles with all the force she could apply to yank it off, only to end up with no effect.

As Dahyun was placed almost inches away from the gigantic alien creature, she has finally accepted her fate of being helpless and in danger. Tears filled with nothing but negative emotions streamed out of her eyes before the monster blew out some gas that has a color similar to the nectars that were sprayed on her by an infected plant earlier.

After she smelled it, she soon finds her body growing into a sense of arousal that urges her horny feelings to activate. She tried to endure it but she could swear that her skin were releasing more sweat and her pussy and her nipples are starting to become sensitive.

The tentacles must've found the lustful sensation brewing inside of her, and they took the perfect timing as one of them starts to slid through her pencil skirt and lift it up her tummy before it traces her pussy through the soaked panty. It's partner focused on her clothed breasts, bumping it and feeling its softness as it bounces.

Several more tentacles were released from the creature, but this time with various sizes and colors. Some were lighter or darker, some where thicker or thinner. The thin ones snaked through her sleeve and forcefully spreaded her top, revealing her white strapped bras containing her milky tits.

The rest then helped to remove her skirt, exposing her into half naked with her matching pair of white bra and panties. "NOOO! PLEASE, DON'T DO IT!" Dahyun pleaded until she unexpectedly released a sultry moan when a fast tentacle moves through her cheek and rubs itself on her skin.

All the tentacles starts to wrap around on her meaty thighs and slender arms in order to suspend her in mid-air. Their touch becomes even more satisfying and felt relaxing to Dahyun despite how denial the words coming out of her mouth.

Being half-naked and spreaded in front of the creature's ugly looking face, the tentacle then moved from her cheek to her lips as it continues to rub across Dahyun's pretty face. Her lips starts to pucker and the effects of the strange gas which was probably aphrodisiac as Dahyun guessed, made her more susceptible as it clouded her mind with lust and temptation.

She starts kissing the tentacle before it slid through her mouth, she sucks on it like it was a cock entering on her.

The other tentacles started to become bold also. They tugged and remove her bras and panties, finally making her naked. There's these suction cups- like tentacles went to crept up on her torso to her underboobs, feeling her perky tits bounce on their motions before its lips opened and sucked on her hardened pinky nipples.

Thinner tentacles spreaded her walls, assisting the thicker tubular object crawl and enter her tight pussy. It effectively brought another relieving feeling on Dahyun's aroused body, moaning in rhythm to the tentacle's barging on her constricted hole.

Their movements became faster and rougher, including the suction cups almost biting her nipples then returning to lick on it like there were supposed to have milk leaking out of Dahyun's breasts.

Due to the sudden increase of pace, it also din't allow more time for the tentacles to reach their limit. Despite her little efforts and strength to shake them off their body, Dahyun uncontrollably welcomes their slimy liquid that probably resembles to a man's cum, into her warm throat and womb.

She lets out a poor groan and whimper, sniffling in fear of what it could bring her after when she watched the odd colors and thickness of their cum flowing out of her. She hoped it would not cause her to get pregnant, especially if it would mean that she would breed an abnormal hybrid that sets aparts from what a normal baby should look like.

Desire is what Dahyun could just accept within her, disturbing and letting out the pleasure she has long kept to seek any solutions for it. First load wasn't enough for the tentacles howsoever, as she felt the tentacles changing their hold on her limbs to prepare her for a next position.

Still hanging from the mid-air, Dahyun's body was forced to bend, with her backdoor being the one facing the beast. The tentacles spreaded her legs, causing her cheeks and puffy pussy to open a little.

With her arms around her back, Dahyun endured all the harsh slaps of the thicker tentacles to each of her curvy asscheeks. She lost the count of how many times they played on it, too obsessed on how soft and big enough for it to give comfort on these creatures.

Funtime didn't lasted longer as they went already to the next move. She felt the girthy pair pounding both her asshole and pussy, fucking them simultaneously. Her body went back and forth at their movement.

The suction cups returned to play on her breats, tugging on her nipples and stretching them as farther her endurance could take. Dahyun hissed in a mixture of pain and pleasure only because it aided the abuse her tits were being applied at when she felt something gliding through her entire back.

She turned her head around and witnessed the alien sticking out its wide and long tongue slurping the taste of of the sweat forming across her back view.

The thick tentacles reached their climax, exploding a second amount of load to her love holes. Dahyun huffed at the unmatched energy of these active creatures using her body for pleasure.

As they release from her ass and pussy. She was repositioned again. She was now facing the monster completely before she gulped when she realized what she was about to suffer next.

A huge- like literally- gigantic cock, probably measuring around 14 or 15 inches in size unbeatable to any men's size around the world, is ready to explore Dahyun's innards. Dahyun wiggled her legs, afraid that she might break from being unable to take his girth.

But again, she is outnumbered with numerous tentacles attached to her body, imprisoning her from any attempts of escaping, even though she has no other palns anymore as the aphrodisiacs are still in full effect on her.

Their strength pressed Dahyun's body to the awaiting cock. Due to its massive size it struggled to enter Dahyun's tight little pussy before it succeeded, only for the poor scientist to scream and grit her teeth in a shocking pain while the creature twitched and produced more creepy noises.

Thankfully, it didn't last long as the impressive pleasure began to take over her body when the monster started ramming his cock on her pussy, demolishing her womb inside. She went crazily bouncing on its crotch. Dahyun's eyes are completely white, with her pupils now rolled at the back at the intense pace of fucking she's receiving.

Her mouth began to lustfully agape, with her tongue sticking out as the monster cock continues to push deeper across Dahyun's walls. Her ass starts to create loud claps around the cave as it hits the alien's crotch repeatedly.

The giant cock stuffed into her pussy then pulsated, as it erupted a terrifying amount of dirty white cum almost inflating Dahyun's stomach like she is about to be mistakenly identified as pregnant, before it slowly slid out of her pussy, allowing the rest of the load to explode out of her abused hole.

The tentacles lets go of her body, releasing Dahyun on the ground, which gave her time to rest for a while. She panted heavily and speechless at the rough fucking she just had with the monster alien. She couldn't deny that there might be no other man she would ever met that would match the performance of what this monster has showed to her.

All of the tentacles and the bulbous cock slowly erected again the more the creature stares at Dahyun's messy and sticky nude body lying on the floor. They decided to proceed with the last action, as they focus once again on her nether regions.

Lifting her up, they spreaded her arms and legs again and faced her closer to the creature. The suction cups slowly crawled on her back then cupped her full breasts from behind. Dahyun whined and moaned at the relaxing and tickly feeling it gives. One tentacle went through her tongue, a pair goes back to her pussy and asshole.

There was a twist added again coming from the idea of the monster. Wanting to give every single part of her body that could provide a purpose of satisfaction to this monster's desire, they let go of Dahyun's hands and two tentacles caressed her fingers.

Dahyun sensed their hidden message for doing that and finding out the answer, she formed a fist and gripped the tentacles, stroking them like she would do to a male cock.

All of her body and now functioning properly following the monster's command. Dahyun's mind is full of sex. She has been hypnotized and manipulated too much by the pleasure and sensation that the creature has been passing through her using its ability to fuck her senseless and take her breath away.

The thick tentacles had her overpowered and weak from the way they drill through her holes as deeper as they could get. Dahyun felt her neck bulging as the tentacle gave her a deep throat, her clit being scrubbed by a tentacle with a brush-like end on it to add more pleasure, and the other tentacle wiggling around her ass.

They all began to pull the trigger of increasing the speed while they all moved in unison, their grip on her skin went tighter as they felt this familiar tightness in their system, approaching the climax of their endurance. Dahyun squirted her juices again and spasmed at her own orgasm, resulting to her walls clamping on the tentacles more.

Few more waves, pumps and strokes they gave and finally they executed their final blow, releasing their cum flowing through her throat, ass and pussy simultaneously, as she switches through gags and moans. The two other tentacles enwrapped on her fists splashed their warm sticky liquid on her arms and side of her face.

The rest of the tentacles joined, painting Dahyun's entire body with the rest of the cum flowing and leaking out of its ends. As they finished, the tentacles crawled around Dahyun's skin, giving her body a nice calming massage to ride out their lengthy session of sex and intense orgasms they shared.

Dahyun couldn't opened her eyes wide anymore as she knew she's completely drained now. The creature slowly laid her back on the ground with her body entirely covered with cum. She also weakly spitted and coughed out some from her mouth after unable to swallow all of the load down to her filled tummy.

Now that she can have her rest, Dahyun slowly shuts her eyes as she went unconscious, while the tentacles continue to caress her hair gently and massage her body, especially her addicting round tits, as they wiped away all the stuffs around her pearly skin.

When she woke up again from her long slumber, she found herself lying on a hospital bed with her body now clothed in a hospital gown.

Realizing that she is now in a hospital and two familiar people sleeping with their head resting beside her bed, she concluded that after everything that happened to her, she was now free and safe from that creature she encountered.

She gasped and shuddered as she remembered what it did to her, it awakened her parents and quickly hugged her in response to her fine state. "Oh thank God you're okay.", her mother said.

"How are you feeling, daughter?" Mr. Kim checked up on her. "It's been days you were confined. We were really worried that something worse could happen."

"I-I'm alright… I'm just… still tired." Dahyun said in a weak tone. Her eyes became watery when she remembered Minyoung and YN. "Mom… Dad, we-… we got ambushed. They didn't make it, it's my fault." she said as her lips trembled.

"No, daughter. Don't blame yourself, we know you can't do such bad thing with whole intention. I know you." Mrs. Kim said, rubbing her palms to calm down her poor daughter.

"We heard what happened to you and your team, Dubu. We're sorry." Her father stated in sympathy. "But we couldn't help ourselves to be thankful that we have been given a miracle to have you still here, safe and sound."

"I missed you, Mom… Dad." Dahyun holds her mother's hand and looked them in the eyes tenderly. "I thought I wouldn't make it."

"Oh, by the way. If you may be wondering how did we managed to get you here, it's all thanks to your workmates. They sent a rescue on the location where they found you lying on a grass field with your…. dress torn up covering your body." Her father gulped and lowered his head in regret at the last words. Dahyun just furrowed her brows, couldn't recall that part.

Dahyun saw her mom getting choked up on her emotions. She pressed her hands on her own and stared at her eagerly. "Dubu, answer me with all honesty. Okay?"

Dahyun just listened attentively on what her mom's about to ask. "W-who did this to you?"

Their conversation were interrupted when the door opened. Two men appeared in a room, in which Dahyun speculated that it's a doctor and the other one works in the military.

"Pardon to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Kim but this gentleman right here is taking a visit and… to ask for a request for the both of you." The doctor said. He looked at his patient, his face lightened in relief. "Oh, you're Miss Dahyun right? Good thing that you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Fined, doc." Dahyun replied.

"Is there anything you need from us, sir…?" her mother asked.

"General Knight Yoo of the Seoul Military Army. Greetings to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Kim." the military man introduced himself to the family, performing a salute gesture. "Yes, I actually would like to speak with your daughter."

They all looked at Dahyun who became curious at the acknowledgement. "For what, sir?"

"It's regarding to that research that your team embarked near outside Itaewon." Knight elaborated. Dahyun's eyes widened in astonishment as his words struck those memories of her on that given time to repeat in cycle on her mind, including that one awful experience that she had.

"Your faculty cooperated with us in order to seek help when they lost their line to your team. We went through an investigation at that site and we found something… threatening, and we assume that since you're the only survivor in the incident confirmed yet, we would like you to enlighten us as we interrogate you about what actually happened."

Dahyun pursed her body forward slight from leaning on the bed, her face showed a puzzled expression. "Wait, what do you mean 'yet'?"

General Yoo maintained his intrigued stare at the patient. "Ms. Bae Minyoung's remains were found by the forensic team but your other accomplice, Mr. YN LN is still nowhere to be found but some of his torn out clothing were seen inside a cave. We will give it one week before we rule him as deceased."

Dahyun's switched looks at the four people gathered around her before she lured away her eyes filled with hope for her friend's disappearance from them.

Her traumatic experience of being conquered by an abomination should've brought her instantly to cooperate with the armed forces as they requested for her to stand up as the witness and part of the evidence in this important matter.

But rather, she's conflicted about what she should consider telling to them.

The idea of the alien monster who also amazingly pleasured her beyond the edge, disregarding the actual peculiar possibility behind the monster's odd behavior when she was held captive which failed for Dahyun to intepret; made her think twice on the decision she has to unveil.

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Ocean Eyes Pt.III

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pairing *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Percy Jackson x Gojo fem!OC

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Pt.I Pt.II Pt.IV

The sun hung high in the sky, blazing with such intensity it felt like Apollo himself was watching over his children. Beads of sweat glistened on the faces of the campers gathered for Capture the Flag, the sweltering heat doing little to dampen their spirits. Despite the oppressive warmth, the air buzzed with excitement as teams began to form—red versus blue. Alice had somehow managed to get both of us on the blue team, which she proudly declared was the “underdog but secretly awesome” side.

“Alright, listen up!” one of the older campers shouted, climbing onto a rock to address the group. “Rules are simple: get the other team’s flag and bring it back to your territory. No maiming, no killing, and no setting the forest on fire. Again.”

The terms seemed fair, and the activity sounded thrilling. Ever since I was young, Nii-san had encouraged me to fight, pushing me to be more ruthless until I almost started to enjoy it—almost. I’d always thought of it as more of a coping mechanism, a way to channel everything I was feeling into something productive. But no one could deny the rush of adrenaline, the high that came with testing your limits.

A few campers chuckled at the rules, but I was only half-listening. My focus was elsewhere, my eyes scanning the crowd for my target. Percy Jackson. It didn’t take long to spot him—about two hundred and twelve meters away. Dark hair, sea-green eyes, his hand gripping something tightly. A pen? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, swallowing almost nervously. I felt a dull ache behind my eyes as I used my cursed energy technique to observe him. It was a useful tool for spying, but with my current level of expertise, focusing on distant objects for too long caused strain. I stopped soon enough so as to not exhaust myself further. If he was as good as Alice claimed, I wanted to see him in action—or better yet, test myself against him.

Alice nudged me with her elbow, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’ve got that look again,” she said, grinning. “Planning something dangerous?”

“What look?” I asked, tilting my head curiously. While watching Percy, I could also sense the Ares kids nearby. They were definitely planning something. I wanted to reactivate my Six Eyes to get a better read, but I’d just dismantled it, and it needed time to recharge.

“The one you had when you wrecked those Ares spawns,” she replied, her grin widening deviously. “Maybe,” I replied, adjusting the grip on my borrowed sword. Chiron had asked me not to use Kaizen since Kaizen could cause injuries to campers far worse than they were capable of healing. It wasn’t as balanced as I would’ve liked, but it would do. “So this Percy person, where would I find him?”

“Of course you’re already looking for him,” she said, rolling her eyes but still smiling. “He’s usually near the creek. Water’s his thing, remember? But fair warning—if you go after him, you’re on your own. I’m not stupid enough to pick a fight with Poseidon’s kid.”

“Noted,” I said, already mapping out a path to the creek in my head.

 The horn sounded, signaling the start of the game, and the campers surged forward, splitting off into smaller groups. I broke away from the main pack, slipping into the shadows of the forest. I was on the same team as him which made it easier for me to find him without much obstruction. As much as I would've loved playing capture the flag, I had other more exciting things to focus on. 

Navigation would've been easier with my six eyes but for once I decided to do it normally, so as to not lose my touch. It didn’t take long to find the creek. The sound of rushing water guided me, and soon I spotted a group of blue-team campers setting up a defensive position near the bank. And there he was, standing away from everyone else—Percy Jackson.

“Greetings, son of Poseidon,” I said, stepping out of the woods and dragging the heavy sword behind me. The weight of the weapon felt awkward in my hands—I wasn’t used to something so cumbersome. Percy looked exactly as I’d seen earlier: tall, with messy black hair and a confident stance. On the surface, nothing about him screamed “legendary demigod,” but my Six Eyes saw beyond the superficial. There was something more to him, something I couldn’t quite place yet.

He turned, his sea-green eyes narrowing slightly as they landed on me. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Whatever do you mean?” I asked, my tone so innocent it bordered on sarcastic.

“I don’t know how, but—” He paused, fidgeting with the pen in his hands. “I could feel something. Someone watching me.”

I froze. Sorcerers above a certain level could detect when the Six Eyes were focused on them, but even then, it only happened if the user allowed it. They were highly trained, experienced individuals. So how could he have sensed it? There had to be more to him than I’d initially thought.

“Very well, son of Poseidon,” I said, shrugging casually, though my tone carried an edge. “You caught me. But I wasn’t watching you without reason.” My words were deliberate, measured, each syllable sharp enough to cut through the tension in the air.

“What reason?” he asked, his sea-green eyes locking onto mine, steady and unflinching.

“I, Kanao Gojo, challenge you to a duel,” I declared, my voice ringing out with a confidence that left no room for misunderstanding.

“No.” His response was immediate, plain, and simple. No hesitation, no grand explanation, just a single word that hung in the air like a stone dropped into still water.

I blinked, caught off guard. “No?” I repeated, my voice rising slightly, a mix of shock and confusion coloring my tone. “What do you mean, ‘no’? When someone challenges you to a duel, you don’t just say no to it. That’s not how this works!”

Percy crossed his arms, his expression calm and unbothered, as if my challenge was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Like I said, no. As far as I know, duels only happen when both parties are willing. And I don’t want to fight you.”

His casual dismissal stung more than I cared to admit. “Why? Are you afraid?” I scoffed, my pride bristling at his refusal.

He shook his head, his tone annoyingly patient. “No, I’m not afraid. I just have no reason to fight you.”

“But you have to!” I exclaimed, my voice cracking slightly with frustration and bordering desperation. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. In all the scenarios I’d imagined, this was never one of them. Did he think I wasn’t strong enough? Was I not worth his time? The thought burned like a brand.

Percy raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor only fueling my irritation. “I don’t have to do anything. Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but picking fights for no reason isn’t really my thing. If you want to spar or train, sure, I’m down. But a duel? Nah. Not interested.”

I stared at him, my mind racing. This wasn’t just about proving myself anymore—it was about understanding why he was so quick to dismiss me. “You don’t think I’m strong enough, do you?” I accused, my voice low but sharp.

Percy sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. “It’s not about strength. I don’t fight people just because they ask me to. I’ve got enough monsters and gods trying to kill me without adding random duels to the list.”

His words hit me like a splash of cold water. There was no arrogance in his tone, no condescension—just honesty. And yet, it didn’t make me feel any better.

“So what, you only fight when it’s life or death?” I pressed, taking a step closer. “You don’t ever test yourself against someone just to see how far you can go?”

He met my gaze, his expression softening just a bit. “I’ve been tested plenty, trust me. And I’ve got the scars to prove it. But fighting for the sake of fighting? That’s not who I am. If you want to prove something to yourself, fine. But don’t drag me into it unless you’ve got a good reason.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. His logic was infuriatingly sound, and it left me with no ground to stand on. Still, I couldn’t let it go. “You’re really just going to walk away?” I asked, my voice tight with frustration.

“Yep,” he said, already turning to leave. But then he paused, glancing back over his shoulder with a small, almost teasing smile. “But hey, if you ever want to team up for Capture the Flag or something, let me know. You seem like you’d be fun to have on my side.” 

I wanted to say something further, to push him into acknowledging the challenge I’d thrown his way, but the words caught in my throat as a sudden, prickling sensation crawled up my spine. My instincts screamed at me, and I froze, my senses sharpening as I focused on the woods behind us. There was movement—subtle, deliberate, and far too coordinated to be accidental. Multiple presences, closing in.

Without hesitation, I strode over to Percy, who was still walking away towards the woods, and grabbed his wrist.

“Look, lady, I—” he started, irritation flashing across his face as he tried to pull his arm free.

“Shut it,” I hissed, my voice low and urgent. My grip tightened, and I yanked him closer, my eyes darting toward the tree line. “There are children of Ares in the woods behind us, preparing for an ambush. And they don’t intend to merely harm.”

Percy froze, his expression shifting instantly. The casual, carefree demeanor he’d worn moments ago vanished, replaced by something darker, sharper. His sea-green eyes flicked toward the woods, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in his gaze—anger, maybe, or resignation.

“Not your first time, I’m guessing,” I said, my tone dry but not unkind.

He nodded, his jaw tightening. “I’m not sure if they intend to kill, though.”

“They do,” I replied without hesitation. “My senses never lie.”

Percy’s eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stood there, the weight of the situation settling between us. I could see the gears turning in his head, the way his body tensed, ready to spring into action. He uncapped the pen in his hand, and a stunning sword sprang to life in a flash of bronze, its celestial glow casting a faint light on his face.

A son of Ares emerged from the woods, his presence commanding and his demeanor deceptively calm. He had the kind of look in his eyes that made you think of a volcano simmering beneath the surface—quiet for now, but capable of erupting at any moment. His gaze flicked between Percy and me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he stepped forward, his boots crunching against the dry leaves underfoot.

“Look, Jackson,” he said, his voice low and dripping with mockery. “Our beef isn’t with you. It’s with that bitch right there.” He jerked his chin toward me, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve got a chance to walk away. Take it while you still can.”

My grip tightened around the borrowed sword, the weight of it suddenly feeling more familiar, more comforting. I glanced at Percy, waiting for him to do exactly what the Ares kid had suggested—to leave. After all, this wasn’t his fight. I’d been the one to challenge him, to push him into this mess. It was only fair that I face the consequences alone.

But Percy didn’t move. Instead, he crossed his arms, his expression hardening as he stared down the son of Ares. “No,” he said, his tone as calm and unwavering as it had been when he’d rejected my duel proposal earlier.

The Ares kid blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“I said no,” Percy repeated. “Where’s Clarisse? I can’t imagine her agreeing to this.”

The mention of this “Clarisse” seemed to strike a nerve. The son of Ares scowled, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword. “She doesn’t know, and why would she? She had the audacity to call us idiots for making a show at the pavilion.”

Percy raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So, let me get this straight. You and your bullheaded lot are trying to ‘restore’ your honor by ambushing her one to fifteen? Real brave of you. You guys are pathetic.”

The insult hit its mark. The son of Ares bristled, his face flushing with anger. “Watch your mouth, Jackson,” he snarled, taking a step forward. “You’re not as untouchable as you think you are.”

Percy didn’t flinch. “And you’re not as scary as you think you are.”

The tension in the air was palpable, the kind that made your skin prickle and your instincts scream to either fight or flee. The other Ares kids shifted uneasily, their eyes darting between their leader and Percy, waiting for the signal to attack.

The son of Ares glared at Percy, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitching. “Well, you made your choice, Jackson. You’ll die with this slut too.”

“Stop”

The command came out sharper than I’d intended, and to my surprise, everyone froze. Even the son of Ares hesitated, his sword hovering mid-air as he stared at me, confusion flickering across his face.

“If this is about honor,” I said, my voice cold and steady, “then let’s do it the right way. Leave him out of this. Your fight is with me.���

The Ares kid blinked, his smirk returning as he lowered his sword slightly. “Oh, so the bitch has a spine after all. Fine. We’ll deal with you first, and then we’ll take care of Jackson.”

Percy stepped forward, his expression darkening. “What are you—”

I raised my palm, cutting him off without looking away from the son of Ares. “You’re not dying before I get you to duel me. I do not need you to fight my battles hero.”

Percy stared at me, his sea-green eyes narrowing as if he were trying to figure me out. For a moment, I thought he might argue, but then he let out a frustrated sigh and took a step back, though he didn’t lower his sword. 

“But before we begin,” I said, my voice frigid, “allow me to prepare the battlefield.” I didn’t wait for a response, nor did I expect one. This wasn’t a negotiation—it was a statement. I crossed my index and middle fingers, holding them in front of me as I began to chant.

“Yami yori idete, yami yori kuroku, sono kegare o misogiharae.”

For a moment, nothing happened. The air seemed to hold its breath, the world pausing as if waiting for something to break. Then, slowly, the sky began to darken. It wasn’t the natural fading of daylight but something far more deliberate, as if the sun itself had been swallowed by an unseen force. A thick, inky substance began to drip from the sky, pooling and spreading until it formed a massive, half-sphere barrier around us. The darkness was almost liquid, shimmering faintly as it solidified into a wall that sealed us off from the outside world.

The brilliance of the sun was gone, replaced by an artificial night that felt heavy and oppressive. The only light came from the faint glow of the barrier itself, casting eerie shadows across the faces of the Ares kids.

“What the hell are you doing?” the son of Ares screamed, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His earlier bravado was gone, replaced by wide-eyed panic as he stared at the barrier.

I lowered my hand, my expression calm as I turned to face him. “From where I belong, we call this a Tobari—a curtain. It has multiple uses, most of which involve trapping whatever is inside until a predetermined condition is fulfilled. It also prevents external interference. No one can enter, and no one can leave unless I allow it.”

The Ares kids shifted uneasily, their weapons lowering slightly as they glanced at each other, uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

“Those who wish to leave should do so now,” I continued, my tone firm but not unkind. “This is your last chance. If you stay, you will fight me.”

A couple of the Ares kids exchanged nervous glances, their earlier confidence wavering. One of them, a younger boy with a spear, took a hesitant step back, his face pale. But the others, including the son of Ares, stood their ground, their pride clearly outweighing their fear.

I turned to Percy, my expression softening slightly. “You should go.”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion. “Look, I dunno what kind of jojo-mojo you’ve got up those huge ass bell sleeves of yours, but my mama raised me better.”

I furrowed my brows, studying him for a moment. His stance was firm, his grip on Riptide steady, and his sea-green eyes were filled with a stubborn determination that I couldn’t quite understand. Why would he stay? Why would anyone choose to stand by someone they barely knew, especially when the odds were so clearly stacked against them?

People here are so odd, I thought to myself. Alice, who had accepted me so readily, and now Percy, who refused to leave despite the logical choice being to walk away. It was baffling, but also... strangely comforting.

I didn’t respond to Percy, my focus returning to the son of Ares and his group. They were circling me now, their weapons gleaming in the faint light of the barrier, their eyes filled with a mix of anger, fear, and anticipation. I adjusted my grip on the borrowed sword, feeling the weight of it in my hands. It wasn’t Kaizen, but it would do.

The son of Ares stepped forward, his sword raised, though his hand trembled slightly. “You think you can scare us with your little magic trick? We’re children of Ares. We don’t back down from a fight.”

I tilted my head, a small, dangerous smile playing on my lips. “Then let’s see if you can live up to that reputation.”

The fight began in earnest, the Ares kids charging at me with a ferocity that was almost admirable. Their movements were aggressive, their strikes heavy and wild, fueled by a mix of anger and fear. But they were predictable, their lack of strategy making them easy to read. I sidestepped the first swing of a sword, parried the thrust of a spear, and ducked under the arc of an axe. The borrowed sword in my hand felt strange, its weight and balance all wrong for my fighting style. After the first swing, I realized I wasn’t built for it—just as it wasn’t built for me.

So, without a second thought, I tossed the sword aside. It clattered to the ground, the sound sharp and final.

“Are you actually nuts?” Percy yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos as he struggled to fend off two Ares kids who had turned their attention to him. He deflected a blow with his sword, his movements fluid but strained under the pressure.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I reached into the sleeve and pulled out a talisman, holding it delicately between my middle and index fingers. Since I couldn’t use my Six Eyes to their full potential here, I’d been taught other methods to draw out and channel my cursed energy. Talismans were one of them—semi-grade two weapons consisting of runes written on parchment, designed to perform a wide array of functions. They could protect, heal, or harm, depending on the intent behind their creation. A certain amount of cursed energy was required to activate them, and they were often carried on one’s person for quick use. Some were even installed permanently in architecture, but these were portable, versatile, and perfect for situations like this.

“Tengen Talisman Arts,” I murmured, my voice low but carrying an edge of authority.

I tossed the talisman into the air, letting it hover for a moment in front of the charging Ares kids. The runes on the parchment began to glow, a faint, eerie light that pulsed like a heartbeat. The kids hesitated, their eyes widening as they realized something was about to happen—but it was too late.

The talisman exploded in a burst of light and energy, the shockwave knocking back the Ares kids. It wasn't too potent, but it did what it was designed to do. They hit the ground hard, their weapons clattering out of their hands as they groaned in pain. The air smelled faintly of ozone, and the ground where the talisman had detonated was scorched black.

“What the fuck?” Percy exclaimed, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. He’d managed to disarm the two kids he was fighting, but his attention was now fully on me. “Who the hell are you?”

I didn’t answer immediately, my focus still on the remaining Ares kids. They were regrouping, their earlier confidence shaken but not entirely broken. The son of Ares was back on his feet, his face twisted with rage as he barked orders at the others. They were hesitant now, their movements slower, more cautious, but they weren’t ready to give up just yet.

I reached into my sleeve again, pulling out another talisman. This one was different—larger, with intricate runes that glowed a soft, golden yellow. The light it emitted was warm, almost inviting, but there was a sharp edge to it, like the calm before a storm.

“You go low, I go high,” I said to Percy, my tone calm but firm.

He blinked, clearly confused. “What do you—”

Before he could finish, I tossed the talisman into the air. This time, it didn’t explode or release a shockwave. Instead, it hovered in place, suspended midair as if defying gravity. The runes pulsed with light, and a second talisman joined it, creating a small, glowing platform.

Percy stared at the talismans, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what he was seeing. “Okay, what the actual—”

But I didn't intend to wait for him to finish. Pushing off the ground with my feet, I sprinted toward the talismans, my movements quick and precise. The Ares kids hesitated, unsure of what I was doing, but the son of Ares recovered quickly, swinging his sword at me as I approached.

The blade came down in a wide arc, but I was faster. I leapt into the air, using the talismans as a foothold to propel myself higher. The runes flared as I landed on them, the surface firm and stable despite their ethereal appearance. From my elevated position, I had a clear view of the battlefield—and the Ares kids’ confusion was almost comical.

“What the—?!” one of them shouted, his voice cracking as he stared up at me.

It was clear they weren’t used to defending against attacks from above. Their training, their instincts, were all geared toward ground-level combat. I intended to use that to my advantage.

Percy, to his credit, didn’t waste any time. He darted forward, Riptide flashing as he engaged the Ares kids on the ground. His movements were fluid and precise, his sword a blur as he disarmed one attacker after another.

Meanwhile, I focused on the talismans, channeling a small amount of cursed energy to keep them active. With a flick of my wrist, I sent one of them flying toward a group of Ares kids who were trying to flank Percy. The talisman exploded in a burst of golden light, the force of the blast knocking them off their feet.

“Hey, watch it!” Percy called out. “I’m trying to fight down here, you know!”

“Then keep up,” I shot back, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

I leapt from one talisman to the next, using them as stepping stones to stay above the fray. The Ares kids were scrambling now, their earlier bravado completely shattered. They tried to swing their weapons at me, but their strikes were clumsy and poorly timed, their frustration only making them more predictable.

The son of Ares, however, wasn’t ready to give up. Even as his comrades lay scattered and defeated around him, his pride refused to let him back down. With a snarl of rage, he grabbed a spear from one of his fallen allies and hurled it with all his strength. But his target wasn’t me—it was Percy.

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. There was no time to shout a warning, no time to think. Instinct took over. I redirected the talisman I’d been holding, activating it with a surge of cursed energy, and leapt onto it as it floated in the air. The talisman shot forward like a platform, carrying me toward Percy in the blink of an eye.

The second I was close enough, I grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him upward, lifting him into the air just as the spear whistled past, missing him by inches.

“And you can fly too?!” Percy exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief as he stared at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

I glanced down and realized there was no visible platform beneath us—just the faint shimmer of cursed energy holding us aloft. “More like I can’t fall,” I muttered under my breath, focusing on maintaining my cursed energy as I slowly descended to the ground. Percy was still floating awkwardly, my hand gripping the back of his collar like a kitten being carried by its scruff.

By the time we landed, only six of the original fifteen Ares kids were still standing, their faces a mix of fear and determination. T

“Okay, Kanao,” I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath. “You’ve practiced this. You can do this.”

Both sides lunged at me at once, their weapons and fists aimed at my body. But the blows never landed. Their swords, spears, and punches stopped, frozen in mid-air exactly three centimeters from me.

“What is this?” the son of Ares demanded, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and fear. He pressed harder against the invisible barrier, but it was no use.

“Infinity,” I said, a small, mocking smile playing on my lips as I lowered my glasses slightly to meet his gaze. “It’s like Achilles and the tortoise. No matter how close you think you are, you’ll never reach me.”

While they were still struggling against the barrier, I took the opportunity to strike. My movements were swift and precise, each punch landing with enough force to knock the wind out of my attackers. One by one, they crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.

Once they were down, I set Percy back on the ground with a soft thud, though I kept him floating just slightly above the surface since my hand was still gripping his collar. He stared at me in wonder, his expression a mix of awe and confusion.

“What… just happened?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Consequences of stepping out of line,” I extended my hand toward the center of the remaining Ares kids and curled my fingers into a fist. The air around them seemed to warp, an invisible force pulling them together like magnets. They struggled against it, but it was no use. With a loud crash, they collided with each other, collapsing into a heap on the ground.

I finally released Percy, letting him stand on his own two feet as the talismans behind me dissipated into nothingness. The son of Ares, however, wasn’t done. He staggered to his feet, his face twisted with rage, and charged at me with a roar, his sword raised high.

I didn’t flinch. Instead, I reached into my sleeve and pulled out one last talisman—this one smaller, with runes that glowed a deep, ominous red.

“You should’ve walked away when you had the chance,” I said, my voice cold and steady.

He hesitated, his eyes flicking to the talisman in my hand, but it was too late. I activated it, the runes flaring to life as a wave of energy erupted from the parchment. The force of the blast sent him flying backward, his sword slipping from his grasp as he hit the ground hard.

The battlefield fell silent, the only sound the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. I turned to Percy, who was still staring at me with a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“Okay,” Percy said, his voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled over the battlefield. He stepped closer, his sea-green eyes wide with a mix of awe and confusion. “You’ve got to explain this to me. What was that? And don’t say ‘a magic paper thingy,’ because one, I don’t know what they are, and two, I’m pretty sure that’s not a normal demigod thing.”

I glanced at him, my expression calm but guarded. “Later,” I said simply, not in the mood to dive into an explanation about talismans, cursed energy, or the intricacies of my abilities. There would be time for that—maybe. 

As the barrier began to dissipate, the artificial night around us gave way to the warm glow of sunlight. The inky darkness receded like a tide, revealing the world beyond. But as the barrier dropped completely, the surrounding area came into view, and my heart sank.

Everyone was there.

Alice stood at the front, her hands clenched into fists, her face pale with worry. Behind her was Chiron, his expression a mix of concern and stern disapproval. Alice's friend Julia, the blonde girl who had been with Percy earlier, was there too, her arms crossed, and her eyes narrowed. The dark-haired girl stood beside her, her gaze sharp and calculating. The rest of the campers from both the red and blue teams had gathered as well, their faces a mix of shock, curiosity, and fear. They had all been watching.

For a moment, I felt exposed, like a specimen under a microscope. My chest tightened, and I fought the urge to retreat, to disappear into the shadows where I wouldn’t have to face their stares. But before I could move, Alice broke away from the crowd and ran toward me.

“Thank the gods,” she said, her voice trembling as she threw her arms around me in a tight hug. “You’re okay.”

The hug felt strange, unfamiliar. I had been hugged before, but only by family—Nii-san, mostly, and even those were rare. Alice’s embrace was different, warmer and more earnest. I could feel her shaking, and when I pulled back slightly, I saw tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.

Why did she care so much? We had only met a day ago. It didn’t make sense to me. People didn’t just care about others like that, not without reason.

“How did you find me?” I asked awkwardly, patting her back in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.

Alice sniffled, pulling away slightly but keeping her hands on my shoulders. “Kaizen,” she said, her voice still shaky. “You left him in the room. He came to me and basically dragged me here. When I saw you fighting with the Ares kids, I tried to help—” Her voice broke, and she took a deep breath before continuing. “I tried to, but there was this invisible wall that wouldn’t let me through. So I called Chiron.”

I glanced over her shoulder, where Chiron stood watching us, his expression unreadable. The rest of the campers were murmuring among themselves, their voices a low hum of curiosity and speculation.

“You shouldn’t have worried,” I said quietly, though the words felt hollow. “I had it under control.”

Alice gave me a look, her tear-streaked face a mix of relief and exasperation. “Under control? You were outnumbered, and they were out for blood! Of course I was worried!”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Her concern was genuine, and it left me feeling off-balance, like I was standing on uneven ground.

Percy stepped forward, breaking the tension with his usual casual demeanor. “Yeah, about that ‘under control’ thing—what exactly was that barrier? And the exploding paper? And, you know, the matrix ass move?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It’s complicated.”

“We’ve got time,” The blonde-haired girl said, her tone sharp as she stepped forward. Her gray eyes were piercing, and I could tell she wasn’t going to let this go. “You just took on a group of Ares kids single-handedly and used abilities none of us have ever seen before. You don’t get to just say ‘it’s complicated’ and walk away.”

I met her gaze, my own expression hardening. “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

“Maybe not,” Chiron interjected, his voice calm but firm. “But you are a camper and your actions have consequences. What happened here today could have escalated into something far more dangerous.”

I clenched my jaw, the weight of their stares pressing down on me like a physical force. They wanted answers—demanded them, even—but I wasn’t ready to give them. Not yet. The words caught in my throat, tangled with the unease of being exposed, of having my secrets laid bare for everyone to see. Just as the tension threatened to suffocate me, a soft, radiant light enveloped Alice and me, spilling down from above.

I looked up, my breath catching in my chest. There, hovering in the air, was a shimmering pink dove, its wings glowing with an otherworldly brilliance. It was ethereal, beautiful, and unmistakably divine.

“Mother,” I murmured, a humorless laugh escaping my lips. “And here I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

I had always known who she was. Nii-san had begun to suspect when I was younger, and as I grew older, those suspicions had solidified into certainty. My skin began to glow with a soft pink aura, and a faint red haze swirled around my feet, rising like mist until it enveloped me completely. I could feel it working, a gentle but insistent force mending my wounds, soothing my aches, and even altering the way my hair was styled. My clothes felt heavier, richer, as if they had been transformed into something far grander than what I had been wearing moments before.

When the haze finally dissipated, I looked down at myself and froze. I was wearing a stunning white kimono, its fabric so delicate it seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Embroidered across it were intricate blue and silver dragonflies, their wings so finely detailed they looked as though they might take flight at any moment. My hair, which had been loose and messy from the fight, was now elegantly pinned up, adorned with hairpins that sparkled like stars. I plucked one out to examine it more closely, my fingers trembling slightly. It was the most exquisite piece of jewelry I had ever seen, delicate yet bold, with tiny gemstones that caught the light in a way that made them seem alive.

This wasn’t random. Every detail, every stitch, every carefully placed hairpin spoke of thoughtfulness, of care. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, preparing for it, knowing exactly what I would need to feel... seen.

“You’re a daughter of Aphrodite,” Percy breathed, his voice filled with awe and confusion. “But then how—”

He didn’t finish the sentence, his words trailing off as he struggled to reconcile what he had just witnessed with the image of the girl who had just taken on a group of Ares kids with talismans and what seemed like magic.

Alice, sensing the tension, stepped between me and the others. “Look, she just fought off a bunch of Ares kids. Can we at least give her a minute to breathe before we start interrogating her?”

Her words broke the spell that had fallen over the crowd. The campers began to murmur among themselves, their voices a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Chiron stepped forward, his expression thoughtful but still tinged with concern.

“Alice is right,” he said, his deep voice carrying across the clearing. “This is a moment of revelation, not interrogation. Let us give her the space she needs to process what has just happened. But this conversation isn’t over. Kanao report to the Big House this instant.”

As the crowd began to disperse, Alice turned to me, her eyes still filled with worry. “Are you really okay?”

I hesitated, then nodded. “I’m fine,” I said, though the words felt hollow even as they left my lips. Beneath the surface, a cold, creeping fear was beginning to take hold. I knew I didn’t have much time before I’d have to dismantle my technique, and I knew what would follow. I had pushed myself too far, overused my capabilities, and now the consequences were catching up to me.

An icy sensation coiled around my throat, its tendrils sinking deep into my chest, spreading a chill that made my breath hitch. The discomfort was dulled slightly by Aphrodite’s blessing—her divine energy still lingering in the air around me—but even her power couldn’t shield me from the full extent of what was coming.

“I should go,” I said, my voice strained and weaker than I had intended. It was a struggle to keep my tone steady, to mask the growing unease that was clawing its way up my spine.

Alice didn’t look convinced, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. But she didn’t push, perhaps sensing that I wasn’t in the mood—or the state—to argue. Instead, she looped her arm through mine, her grip firm but gentle, and began leading me away from the clearing. Percy followed close behind, his usual casual demeanor replaced by a quiet concern. Trailing after him were the dark-haired girl and the blonde girl, her sharp gray eyes watching me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Each step felt heavier than the last, my body growing weaker as we moved further from the battlefield. The journey to the Big House, which normally would have been a short walk, now felt like an endless trek. My legs trembled with every step, and my vision began to blur at the edges, the world around me tilting slightly as if I were standing on uneven ground.

By the time we reached the Big House, I was barely holding myself together. Chiron was waiting for us on the porch, his expression stern but calm. However, the moment his eyes landed on me, his demeanor shifted. His brow furrowed, and he stepped forward quickly, his hooves clicking against the wooden planks as he moved to steady me. 

“Sensei, please,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I-I don’t want them to see.”

Chiron’s hands were firm but gentle as he took me from Alice, his gaze softening as he looked down at me. “You can trust them, Y/N,” he said, his tone almost apologetic. “I had intended to introduce you to them properly, but I did not get the chance.”

I wanted to respond, to tell him that it wasn’t about trust but about pride, about the years of conditioning that had taught me to never show weakness. But before I could form the words, the world around me began to spin. My breath caught in my throat, and my knees buckled, sending me crashing to the ground. I barely managed to catch myself on my hands, my body trembling as a fit of coughing wracked my chest.

Alice and Percy were at my side in an instant, crouching down next to me, their faces a mix of horror and worry. “Y/N!” Alice exclaimed, her voice trembling.

“Leave, please,” I rasped, my voice barely audible. I didn’t want them to see me like this—weak, vulnerable, a far cry from the girl who had just taken on a group of Ares kids with nothing but talismans and sheer willpower.

But Alice shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. “Kanao, look,” she said, her voice breaking as she pointed to my sleeve.

I followed her gaze, my stomach sinking as I saw the blood blossoming on the rich fabric of my kimono. The crimson stain spread quickly, stark against the pristine white, and I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

Chiron’s eyes widened, his usual composure slipping for a moment as he realized the severity of my condition. “Annabeth, fetch ambrosia this instant!” he barked, his voice sharp with urgency.

I had been raised to never show weakness. The Gojo name was synonymous with strength, with power, with perfection. To reveal vulnerabilities like this was unthinkable—a death sentence in the jujutsu world. But as another wave of pain wracked my body, I knew I couldn’t maintain the facade any longer.

The world around me blurred, the voices of the others fading into a distant hum. I could feel myself slipping, the icy tendrils of my own cursed energy tightening their grip. This wasn’t just exhaustion—it was a reckoning, a consequence of pushing myself too far, too fast.

And I knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning. It would get worse from here.

The pain in my chest was unbearable now, a searing, relentless agony that made every breath feel like a battle. Each gasp for air was shallow and ragged, as if my lungs were filling with something thick and heavy. The metallic tang of blood coated my tongue, and I could feel it trickling from the corner of my mouth, warm and sticky against my skin. My vision swam, the world around me dissolving into a blur of colors and shapes, the edges darkening as if the shadows themselves were closing in. But the worst of it were my eyes, they hurt as if they had been stabbed with the same shards I seemed to have swallowed.

“Annabeth, hurry!” Percy’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent. I could hear the sound of footsteps—quick, frantic—as Annabeth sprinted around the Big House.

Chiron knelt beside me, his hands moving to my wrist to check my pulse. His expression was grim, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something far more serious. “Her energy is unstable,” he murmured, more to himself than to the others. “She’s pushed herself beyond her limits.”

I wanted to tell him I was fine, that I could handle it, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, another fit of coughing seized me, violent and uncontrollable. This time, the blood wasn’t just on my sleeve. It spilled from my lips, staining the pristine fabric of my kimono and pooling on the ground beneath me. The sight of it sent a wave of nausea through me, but I was too weak to even turn away.

“Kanao!” Alice’s voice was frantic now, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe the blood from my face. “What’s happening to her?!”

“Her cursed energy is backfiring,” Chiron said, his tone heavy with concern. “She’s been using techniques far beyond her current capacity, and her body is paying the price.”

Percy crouched down beside me, his sea-green eyes wide with fear. He reached out, his hand hovering over mine as if unsure whether to touch me. “Is there anything we can do?”

“The ambrosia will help,” Chiron said, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. “But it may not be enough. Her condition is... complicated. Her energy is unlike anything I’ve seen before. It’s as much a part of her as it is a force working against her.”

“Stay with us, Y/N,” Percy said, his voice soft but urgent. “You’re stronger than this. You can fight it.”

I wanted to believe him, to cling to his words like a lifeline, but the pain was too much. It felt like my body was being torn apart from the inside, every nerve on fire, every muscle screaming in agony.

Annabeth returned moments later, a small square of ambrosia in her hand. She knelt beside me, her gray eyes filled with worry as she pressed the square to my lips. “Eat this,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “It’ll help.”

I tried to obey, but my body refused to cooperate. My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding together as another wave of pain wracked my body. The ambrosia slipped from my lips, falling to the ground as I coughed again, more blood spilling from my mouth.

“She’s not strong enough to eat it,” Chiron said, his voice tight with frustration. He looked at me, his expression a mix of concern and helplessness. “We’ll have to find another way.”

“What about nectar?” Percy suggested, his voice rising with desperation. “Can we give her that instead?”

Chiron shook his head. “Nectar is too potent. In her current state, it could kill her. Her body is too fragile to handle it.”

The others fell silent, their fear and helplessness palpable. I could feel their eyes on me, their worry pressing down on me like a weight. But there was nothing they could do. This was my burden to bear, my consequence to face. I had pushed myself too far, and now I was paying the price.

Then it struck me—a flicker of clarity amidst the chaos. I couldn’t stop the pain, but maybe, just maybe, I could minimize the damage. My voice was weak, barely more than a rasp, but I managed to choke out the word: “P-paper.”

The dark-haired girl was the first to react. She scrambled to Chiron’s desk, her movements quick and precise, and returned moments later with a sheet of paper. She placed it in front of me, her gray eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and concern.

With trembling hands, I dipped my finger into the blood still dripping from my mouth and began to trace a rune onto the paper. My movements were shaky, the lines uneven, but I poured every ounce of focus I had left into it. When the rune was complete, I slammed my hand onto the paper, forcing my cursed energy to flow through it.

The rune glowed faintly, a pale imitation of the ones Shoko onee-san used to create for me with her technique. It wasn’t nearly as potent, but it was enough. A wave of relief washed over me, dulling the sharp edges of the pain and giving me a moment to breathe. I collapsed backward onto the floor, my chest heaving as I let out a shaky sigh.

For a moment, everything was quiet. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, gentle but firm. I turned my head slightly and saw the blonde girl—Annabeth—holding a small square of ambrosia. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—relief, maybe, i couldn't tell.

Once the blood stopped flowing, I reached for the ambrosia and popped it into my mouth. I had heard stories about what it tasted like—your happiest memory, they said. The texture was strange, almost like a mix of honey and bread, but the flavor... it was unmistakable.

It tasted like Nii-san’s Kikufuku mochi.

The memory hit me like a wave, vivid and warm. I could see him standing in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up as he kneaded the dough with that ridiculous grin on his face. He’d gotten the recipe after shamelessly flirting with the owner’s 70-year-old wife, and he’d been so proud of himself. “It’s all about charm, Y/N,” he’d said, winking at me as he handed me a piece.

I closed my eyes, a faint smile tugging at my lips as the memory washed over me. For a moment, the pain was gone, replaced by a warmth that spread through my chest.

When I opened my eyes again, I was met with a circle of worried faces looming over me. Chiron’s expression was grave, his eyes filled with the kind of sorrow that comes from seeing too much suffering. Alice’s eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks streaked with tears. Percy looked like he was on the verge of crying himself, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. And Annabeth—her face was a mask of concern, but there was something else there too, something I couldn’t quite place.

I sat up slowly, wiping the rest of the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. My body still ached, but the worst of the pain had subsided, thanks to the rune and the ambrosia. The room felt heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken questions and lingering fear.

“When your uncle said you had stamina problems, I didn’t think it’d be like this,” a voice drawled from behind the group.

I looked up and saw Dionysus standing there, his usual bored expression slightly less bored than usual. Behind him was the dark-haired girl, panting slightly, as if she’d just run a marathon. Her sharp eyes were fixed on me, her expression unreadable but intense.

I smiled weakly, shrugging as I met Dionysus’s gaze. “That’s what you get for being a forbidden child,” I said, my voice still hoarse but laced with a hint of my usual dry humor.

“But Aphrodite isn’t a part of the pact. That’s just for the Big Three.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. All eyes turned to me, curiosity and confusion etched on their faces. I could feel the questions bubbling up, the unspoken demand for answers.

“Who ever said anything about the Greek side?”

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[purpleminte]

I wonder when horror game developers will attempt to capture the primal, cosmic terror that is the feeling of looking at AI imagery.

Like observing an otherwise innocuous scene only to see a figure in the distance or in your periphery with some blotchy deformed face that morphs into a normal one when focused on, or watching things randomly vanishing when walking behind a tree or a closer figure, and other things suddenly appearing from behind obstructions, or overlapping objects merging into a single one, or regular patterns that degrade or slant in unnatural ways. All these things instil an incredible sense of unease that very few sensations manage to, they make otherwise familiar settings and subjects feel alien and hostile.

I just hope more creators can use this uncanny feeling for good.

[pix-writes]

Gravity falls AU idea I've had

Bill cipher is just some (charismatic, psychopathic) guy, except! He runs a cult at the time that Ford is deep in his research in gravity falls.

I'm calling it the Ciphertology AU (if someone comes up with something better I'm all ears tho)

Rest of it under cut (mentions tbob and same level of dark content as is in the book/website, just as warning) ⚠️

So, the university contacts Ford to ask him to investigate the psychic claims that this group deep in the forest, not too far from the falls, has. Ford grumbles that he isn't much of a people person to carry out such research but he's the one nearest to the area and they've agreed to send over Fiddleford, since they're friends and as his assistant he can act as an objective observer (since he didn't study parapsychology) and it pays well.

They both inadvertently get sucked into bill's cult in different ways! Ford is drawn in by his seemingly high intelligence and helpful nature, assured within himself that he wouldn't be fooled by fraudsters or fakes due to his background/intelligence, ends up treating Bill reverently (his 'muse' and one he trusts, because it fills the loneliness he feels, especially because before he began interviewing ciphers group, he felt guilt for not contacting his brother) before coming to a fast and cruel awakening that he's not who he says he is! Bill isolates him from his parents and tries to make him believe he's the only one who understands him, he obstructs his work being sent to the university too.

Meanwhile, poor Fidds had been pulled into addiction from the cultish hippie use of drugs in the group, but ended up slipping into mental health issues and realising that his friend is being manipulated and leaves. tries to persuade Ford to leave, trying to convince him that bill's evil but it doesn't go well ofc and he leaves and tries to set up a counter protest with a load of other people in gravity falls to get rid of the cult, which ends up kicking him out when he has a mental breakdown. By this time the FBI is alerted and they have the cult on their watchlist.

Ford is tortured, similar to how he is described to in tbob and journal 3 (except probably without the possession side of it, haven't decided if that's something he'd be able to do/is real in this au) and he's kept at the isolated cult camp against his will. But he does manage to get hold of a phone and call his brother. Stanley to the rescue! He isn't told fully just how bad it is but sensing bullshit, he high tails up to the falls as fast as possible ❤️

Stan is horrified by the way Ford's been treated and angry that he's still making excuses for the group (poor ford is so sleep deprived so the coercive control is going to take a little while to be unconditioned from) and quickly manages to get him out of there!

Takes a while, and not many people believe the stan twins story, but eventually Bill is caught for other crimes and is sent to a max security psychiatric hospital (basically a prison). (Stan and Ford in the aftermath keep close eyes on the cult from a distance to try and get justice.)

They end up forgiving each other and settling their home base in the falls, since now the rest of the town either hates bill or wants to forget he existed. Stan sets up his own tourist business in the falls whilst ford heals and eventually he ends up working as a lecturer and travels about to a few different colleges in the area for work. After the trial where Cipher is put behind bars decades later, the stans make their childhood dream happen and go sailing around the world for 2-3 years!

Oh, and Ford ends up reconnecting with Fidds, as after some time his son Tate tracks him down and gets him to a place where he can recover and be treated for his mental health. Their contact helps them both get through the trial because now they can finally talk to someone else who experienced the cult. Maybe they even contacted some others who were also drawn into the cult who were victims?

Dipper and Mabel come for the summer like in the show, except now they know of their two eccentric grunkles, though the whole cult story is kept from them for a while (they end up finding out somehow).

...And that's as far as I've got with this idea! I think there might be room for Bill to escape and the pines family coming across him during a future summer? Like maybe because of Ford's involvement with the cult he still has possession of some of Ford's journals/information after he escapes/is set free? Idk. What do you think?

[humanperson105]

Grothendieck's strategies can indeed be understood, in a conceptual sense, as close to the relativistic modulations that Einstein introduced into physics. In a technical manner, both Einstein and Grothendieck manipulate the frame of the observer and the partial dynamics of the agent in knowledge. In Grothendieck's way of doing things, in particular, we can observe, firstly, the introduction of a web of incessant transfers, transcriptions, translations of concepts and objects between apparently distant regions of mathematics, and, secondly, an equally incessant search for invariants, protoconcepts and proto-objects behind that web of movements. [...] In topoi objects are no longer 'fixed' but 'unfold through time': We are dealing here with variable sets, whose progressive parametric adjustments allow us to resolve a multitude of obstructions that seemed irresolvable from within a 'punctual', classical or static mathematics. From this alone, one can intuit the enormous philosophical impact that such a relative mathematics might have - a mathematics attentive to the phenomenon of shifting, but with the capacity to detect invariants behind the flux, a mathematics that goes against the grain of supposedly ultimate foundations, absolute truths, unshakable stabilities, but which is nevertheless capable of stabilizing asymptotic webs of truth. pg 140 - 142. Fernando Zalamea - Synthetic Philosophy of Contemporary Mathematics

[hroscek]

✎📃Dottore studying headcanons📚

Back again with more Dottore content. This is a bit of a mix between a modern au but still somehow compliant with Genshin? Idk I just wanted to write ab him studying and projecting finding inspiration in my own life without having to explain how he has access to YouTube in his akademiya days okay? Anyways enjoy and make sure to study if you happen to be procrastinating at the moment (I will know)!

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Dottore study headcanons

Probably the type that ultra-focuses on the material in front of him leading to generally neglecting any and all other needs until he physically can't anymore (nearly burnt down his dorm via hair catching fire from a candle when he fell asleep at the desk)

Thinks he's above attending lectures so he'd definitely be that one student that never shows up but still ends up acing the exams.

Fully believes that he must achieve a state of total focus to optimize his brain. This starts as threatening the other students into leaving him alone as he studies, drawing the curtains and shutting out all other distractions. Probably spent too much on finding a good noise-cancelling headset.

After getting kicked out gracefully parting ways with the akademiya he devoted some time to trying to find ways to improve his focus even more. I'm talking full blown rounds of experimentation with different methods such as binaural beats (actually works tbh), sensory deprivation tanks etc. Sort of how greater lord rukkhadevata would shut herself away to meditate, but he would never admit how similar their methods are.

Honestly I wouldn't be surprised if the original Dottore is just floating in a state of meditation rn trying to achieve max brain power (legit a headcanon for me now lmao).

Seeing as he probably doesn't sleep much, especially when in the thick of experiments he tries his best to compensate in other ways. He drank an inhuman amount of coffee or energy drinks (or both at the same time tbh) until he grew a tolerance to all forms of caffeine and is now forced to actually sleep once in a while.

He is intimately familiar with is work area and instantly knows where everything is. To outsiders it looks like a mess of various documents, piles of paper, supplies and mechanical parts. Often he asks a new intern to fetch him a sheet or something and they'll spend hours looking for it in the raven's nest that man calls an office. Then he'll show up pissed as hell like "It was under the desk next to the 3rd used energy core. Are you really that stupid?".

When he's in the zone he's deathly silent, his eyes laser focused on whatever page or machine he's trying to figure out. An observer might be afraid he'll burn a hole trough the object with his eyes. This is probably the only time he doesn't wear his mask as he doesn't want anything to obstruct him. Archons couldn't help the unfortunate soul who dares to interrupt him in this state. Instant volunteer for his next experiment.

Pantalone once decided to gift him with an expensive stationery set in a desperate attempt to get him to organize his study. It included quills, ink, various highlighters and organizers all in pastels with cute motifs. "To bring some positivity to the gloomy atmosphere around you!". Dottore claimed to hate it but was seen months later using a kitten-themed notepad at one of his labs.

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Another post, another slay (probs a flop). I'm currently taking a half-voluntary gap year because I decided to switch universities a little too late in the year oops. And honestly in this time I've realized how much I thrive in the academic environment and I miss studying so much! Idk might sound a bit too optimistic coming from someone who's currently not under any pressing deadlines or tests but I really do miss it. As much as I hated crunching the night before a test and stressed about the material I believe it's an environment I truly thrive in. I really do find such comfort in being able to take notes, discuss with classmates and professors. It's probably one of the many reasons I find Dottore relatable. We both share such a thirst for knowledge and focus way too much on our favorite subjects. I'm rambling, sorry. Thank you so much for reading and please don't be shy to send me asks or comments with ideas you'd like me to expand upon. I'm still pretty new to writing in fandom space so I'd really be grateful to get feedback and see what the community wants lol.

Have a good day! ❀

[miharuki]

Creepypasta x reader puppet/Doll as lies of p

My english is not perfect! Sorry

PROLONGO. EP1.

𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉-𝔈𝔭.01

The door creaked, and that's when you noticed the hallways of that house. They were dark, with only a few light bulbs shining. In that dim corridor, you walked, holding the blade in your hand as you moved. You reached a pair of stairs leading downwards.

"Keep going! Getting out of this house is our main objective," Ren said as you held onto the railing with your other hand. You could feel the old wood that was used, along with, of course, the layer of dust that had settled on the handrail. Some steps were broken, yet you made it to the bottom, looking at the poorly illuminated chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Looking around, you didn't know which way to go, standing still. "Let's go right; I think I remember it being the way out," Ren said again, and you agreed, following the path and the lights that illuminated the direction. Entering another corridor, as you turned again, you saw the door with its faint light from outside through the old glass."The exit…"

You walked up to the door and tried to open it gently, but it seemed futile. So, you applied a bit of force, finally swinging it open. Your body bathed in the moonlight, revealing the vast darkness of the paths ahead. Thanks to the antique lantern you had, you didn't worry too much about the darkness. You held the sword and closed the door behind you, plunging everything into darkness, except for Ren and you, as the lights inside the house were extinguished.

"Head north! Or, in other words… just keep going! We still need to get off the property!" Ren said as he walked, using the blade to cut through some tall grass obstructing your way. You ran your fingers along the iron bars of the gate, observing the broken and imposing gates of the estate.

You found yourself in a vast, dark forest. The path ahead was worn, and looking back, you could see the house where you woke up. A gentle breeze brushed against you. "Ready?" You turned again to face the forest, gripping the sheath of the blade. "You can go ahead! I'll guide you through the forest! People are waiting!" With that, you finally moved forward.

Your shoes made noises as you walked, passing by some abandoned houses before finding yourself back in the forest. The darkness of the woods loomed, but with Ren by your side, you illuminated your path.

"Turn to your right! Follow the path up to a hill with its dead trees," Ren commanded. Following the instructions, you approached the hill, passing pieces of processed wood strewn on the ground. You couldn't shake the thought of why you were doing all this, but once again, you were alone. You woke up alone, and Ren only appeared to guide you somewhere. It was like having a guide—revealing their name, warning you of dangers, and now leading you to a mysterious destination.

"Tell me…" You stopped and looked ahead. "Where are we going?" You waited patiently for Ren's response, contemplating whether it was truly worth following a voice emanating from a lantern "We're going home!" The voice replied excitedly, as if it were paradise. "But I woke up in that house, so it should be my home… So why are we going home when I've already left home?" You asked, looking down at the grass illuminated by the lantern.

"Let's say that house used to be your home, but it isn't anymore. So, you have to go to your new home!" Ren explained. You seemed to ponder on the matter before walking again, this time more slowly. "Who is waiting for me?" You asked again, cutting through the tall plants and approaching the hill.

"Your family!" The voice spoke again, leaving a moment of silence. As you climbed the hill, you looked back, seeing your old house where you woke up—old and dark. You continued walking ahead, crossing the hill.

"Who is my family?" The question you asked seemed to envelop everything in silence. The only sounds heard were the trampling and cutting of the plants, and the gears in your arm and body.

With the heavy silence, it becomes apparent that you are no longer on the hill. Instead, there's only thick vegetation and darkness, with the light from your lantern being the only source illuminating your path. You continue to walk straight through the forest, and the darkness persistently follows. It seems like you've been walking in a straight line for hours until Ren breaks the silence.

"Turn to your left." You turn, avoiding a tree in your path, and veer off the trail, now walking amidst tall, dark trees. It goes on for a while, and you refrain from bringing up the topic of family again. However, you can't help but wonder if your family can truly be trusted. Gripping the handle of the blade, you continue walking through the forest.

"Turn to your right," the voice speaks again, and you obey.

For a moment, you wondered if you were still far away. However, as you looked around, you spotted a dead, broken-down, old car nearby. You wondered how long it had been sitting there and, more importantly, what had happened to it.

"Turn right again," the voice says, and once more, you follow the described path. Thinking you're still far away, you fail to notice that you're now looking at a dense cluster of trees. You stop, gazing at the multitude of different and tall trees around you. The space between them is narrow, just enough for people to pass through but still cramped.

"Turn left from the torn tree," the voice guides you. You look between the trees and spot one on the left that seems as if someone had torn it with their bare hands. You touch the marks, feeling the thickness and depth of the tear, before continuing on your way. This time, you look up at the sky, noticing its changing color, as well as the different grass and plants below.

:P

[jedineedlove]

LMK VS Ledgend

Lady Bone Demon:

LMK:

Lady Bone Demon had a recurring vision in which she saw herself destroying the Mortal Realm, a dream whose significance she could not understand at the time. To end the suffering of the Mortal Realm and its inhabitants because of its imperfections, Lady Bone Demon took on the guise of a human advisor named Ivory Lady and guided a mortal Emperor to become a better person for the world and his people.

However, as she observed the ruler and his advisors neglecting the plight of the innocent, Lady Bone Demon became disappointed with the mortal realm's ability to effect change. Ultimately, she made the choice to obliterate the Mortal Realm, replacing it with a brand new one, as she deemed the existing realm's flaws to be irredeemable. The presence of Lady Bone Demon in the Emperor's court had a profound impact, causing the Chief of War to succumb to her influence. In a gesture of her immense power, she bestowed upon him a portion of her own abilities.

It says on her wiki page that there have been misconceptions about Lady Bone Demon serving the Celestial Realm but there are several implications of this being false some being: The Mayor mentioned that Lady Bone Demon's plan was limited to the Mortal Realm prior to her confinement, corroborating her account in the flashback sequence in "Time to Be Warriors". Lady Bone Demon did not harbor any animosity towards the Celestial Realm. Her objective to remake it as well was to prevent immortal entities from obstructing her plans for the Mortal Realm, which would enable her to rectify her error, as she had not anticipated the intervention of celestial beings during her first attempt.

Although her original plan to recreate the world only involved the mortal realm, Lady Bone Demon was met with opposition from immortal beings since she had ill will toward them. Monkey King was able to defeat her, and while he intended to destroy her, Tang Sanzang insisted that Lady Bone Demon should be locked up until she could learn the error of her ways. 

JTTW:

Baigujing / White Bone Spirit / White Bone Demoness, Lady Baigujing A Demonic Skeleton and Ruler of the White Bone Mountain

She is presumed to have once been a human turned into a demon after death which if is true, would make her unique among the Journey to the West demons, whose original self is either a magical animal or an ordinal animal or occasionally a deity or at least a servant of deities.

She disguised herself as a village girl and offered him and his disciples poisonous fruits. Baigujing appeared as a beautiful woman with a voloptuous body, pale skin, and long pure-white hair that reached her heels. She had no eyes and in her hollow eye sockets were ghostly white flames, which extinguished upon her death  and her lower face was hidden by a veil, behind it was the lower jaw of a human skull. She wore very VERY revealing clothes. Having survived the attack from Wukong, she dug underground to recover. She returned a second time disguised as an elderly woman. She lied to the group, causing them to believe that the village girl from earlier was her daughter. She returns a third time as an elderly man who lies about having a daughter and wife. She taunts Sun Wukong, provoking him, and engaging him into attacking her by using his powers, and only he can hear her. he finally beats her with his staff and kills the demon, revealing that she was just a skeleton spirit. Tang Sanzang, who initially believes Wukong, but Zhu Bajie convinces Tang Sanzang that Sun Wukong transformed the corpse into a skeleton to evade the Band-tightening spell. He cuts his ties with Sun Wukong and sends him away. 

Legends:

Her early years are described as being like any other Alpha Daemon created by the original demons since antediluvian times and pent her youth in the underworld making mayhem and becoming acting least of the gashadokuto. Some say she was older than the planet in the Solar system over 4 billion years old.

Gashadokuro literally "rattling skeleton", also known as Odokuro are mythical creatures in modern Japanese mythology.

She left the underworld like other demons to earth but due to the gods she and the rest of the gashadokuro first resided in Japan and adapted as youkai there she abandoned her army and moved back to China by herself so she could leave her responsibility. It says that after her death by Wukong, she went to Diyu and seduced Yanluo Wang and became his secret concubine. She basically took control over him and ruled the underworld herslef.

She was a master manipulator whose demonic charisma allowed her to wrap others around her fingers like marionettes, with centuries of experience in planning, which allowed her to always be several steps ahead of her opponents. She had no problems surrendering or even dying if it meant she could avenge herself in the future or destroy her enemies alongside her.  She was a sadistic trickster who enjoyed taunting her victims before killing them, tormenting them with mind tricks she truly believed herself to be greater than the rest of them, with no exceptions. Her true form was that of a giant skeletal daemon much like other gashadokuro and was as high as, if not even higher, than the Shanghai Tower

With spirits of ghostly white flames hovering by her side and acting as her minions in combat. Dripping from her eye sockets and jaw was viscous black blood that disintegrated anything it touched, as well as transforming any human into new gashadokuro.

Fun Facts:

In the Movie, The Monkey King Conquers the Demon, Baigujing is the main antagonist and there were some changes to the novel. One major one I wanted to share was that LBD was the daughter of the Nine-Tailed Vixen aka making her related to Jin and Yin.

She is also the main antagonist from my favorite Monkey King movie: The Monkey King 2

Thoughts

There was a scean in LMK that interested me.

In the image, we see of course in the center LBD herself, and on either side is a young beautiful woman and an older woman most likely meant to represent her old lay and young women design we see in the novel. But the two all the way in the back could be disguises but they do look like her minions from the Monkey King 2 Movie.

I am not saying this is true this is just an observation.

Also maybe her mega mech might be a representation of her full tower-sized skeleton form from her legends and we see in Monkey King 2

Also with her connection to the Kings of Death in the Underworld and season 5's antagonist who knows she may make a comeback in away.

Hope you all Enjoyed: :)