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purpleajisai · 9 months

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Madara Week Day 2 - Christ/Antichrist

The Saviour of this World and the Christ: A comparative analysis of Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ

It’s Christmas time. Christians all over the world are preparing themselves for what they consider one of the most joyful holidays in the year: the birth of the Messiah, He who came to redeem the world. Meanwhile, the Madara enthusiasts are making a countdown for the birthday of the man who tried to save the ninja world by sacrificing his very self. In this meta, I intend to explain the connections, similarities and differences between Madara Uchiha and Jesus Christ that I’ve found over the years. I would also recommend to read “Is Madara our Lord and Saviour?” by @al-hekima-madara-blog for another very interesting meta on the topic. This is my contribution to day 2 of Madara Week, hosted by @uchiha-event.

A quick note before I start my rambling: I will be using the Douay-Rheims translation of the Bible (Roman Catholic translation), but there shouldn’t be any problem for readers of Protestant background as the difference between the Bibles used by both denominations are in the Old Testament and our focus will be the New Testament.

“I am here to save the world”

Naruto Shippuden, chapter 677

For God sent not his Son into the world, to judge the world, but that the world may be saved by him.

John 3:17

What is the purpose of Madara in this story? One would be tempted to say “because every shonen needs a villain”, but I think his purpose as a character was to expose the flaws within the shinobi system that ultimately corrupted a man who desired peace into someone whose sense of reality became so warped by the situations in his life that he started a war to achieve said peace. Madara didn’t make the Eye of the Moon plan to be evil and act dramatic, he made it with the final objective of launching an eternal dream that would guarantee no more conflict and the ideal life for anyone within it. He’s already been past judging the world, he wants to save it at the expense of himself. This is similar to how God is presented in the Old Testament compared to the New Testament: we first see a God who insists that his law is followed and that chastises those who trespass and disobey in several ocassions. But once we reach the New Testament, he becomes a loving figure that intends to save people from eternal doom in hell (”reality is hell”, anyone?). The point is that we have a man whose purpose in the world is to cleanse all forms of evil thorugh his being and who wants to bring salvation to anyone, regardless if the world agrees or not.

“I come here to bring you light and joy in a life that’s beyond this reality”

Naruto Shippuden, chapter 626

Jesus said to her: I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in me, although he be dead, shall live.

John 11:25

What does Madara mean when he says that “you can’t see it”? After following the storyline we conclude that he’s talking about the Eye of the Moon plan. Let’s add some tangents here, the people who were directly involved in the plan and helped Madara one way or another. They had no clue about what would happen exactly but they were convinced by the prospect of a peaceful life free of their struggles. In a certain way, they believed in Madara. The exact same thing can be seen with Jesus, who promises eternal life beyond the death of the physical body. Nobody knows how Heaven looks like but the believers trust him on that promise.

“I bring peace”

Naruto Shippuden, chapter 661

These things I have spoken to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you shall have distress: but have confidence, I have overcome the world

John 16:33

Notice how Madara refers to the current state of the shinobi world as “Hashirama’s world”? In Christianity and the Bible, it is a common practice to separate “the world” and “the believers” as entities with entirely different mindsets and values. Madara sees the world as direct consequence of his nemesis, Hashirama, just as Christians see the evil in the world as the direct consequence of the sins of Lucifer. To “overcome the world”, when applied to Madara, refers to how he intends to use a power whose source is unknown (the power of the Sage of Six Paths) in order to end the paradox of Hashirama’s world. He is going to achieve peace to overwrite the current world and install his own world where the paradox is solved.

“I intend for you to acquire new identity within me”

Naruto Shippuden, chapter 665

If then any be in Christ a new creature, the old things are passed away, behold all things are made new.

2 Corinthians 5:17

And I live, now not I; but Christ liveth in me. And that I live now in the flesh: I live in the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and delivered himself for me.

Galatians 2:20

I picked two of the letters in the New Testament in purpose, you may have noticed that the previous quotes come from the Gospel of John. Because the Gospel of John is a retelling of what Jesus did and said, whereas the letters (mostly from the apostle Paul) are reflections of the lives of the apostles after Jesus was gone. Similarly, Obito becomes Madara once Madara dies in the cave and walks in his shoes. Yesterday, I wrote a bit more about how Madara decomposed his humanity for the sake of his dream of peace. Here, we have Madara giving up his identity to anyone who embraces his goal, similarly to how Jesus signifies a brotherhood of believers. Madara also never writes down his autobiography or gets a space to present his POV, just as how all of what we know from Jesus is from the people close to him, not by his own word. In a sense, both become an entity for like-minded people to work towards a certain goal.

Thank you for reading this far, if you have any questions please use the ask box. It’s always a pleasure to have discussions and to talk about my favourite anime emo man.

#madara #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #naruto meta #purple's meta #madara week 2023 #madaraweek2023

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the-madara-squad · 1 year

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And summer is gone! 🌻

Thanks to everyone who participated and promoted this event. Your creations celebrating the Uchiha clan made this moment so special all along these 7 days! If we have forgotten to reblog you, just pin us @uchiha-event and we'll fix it. You can also archive your art and fiction in our AO3 Collection.

For us the mods, organising our first event was both a lot of fun, and an exciting challenge. But we learn a lot along the way and with this valuable experience we are already working on a brand-new project but…. Shhh, it's still too early to talk about it yet… 🤫 See you soon, With love, Margrete & Hekima.

#uchihaweek2023 #uchihaweek #sasuke uchiha #sasuke #uchiha sasuke #naruto event #uchiha event #madara #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #sasuke birthday #uchiha #uchiha clan

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mistresssofdarkness · 2 years

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Analysis of Madara Uchiha's Birth Chart

It is the day of our Beloved King Madara Uchiha .

For the celebration , here is analysis of his house wheel of his birth chart

The house system in a Birth chart indicates the map of the life of a person . Since we know major events of madara's life , this would an attempt to analyze and verify if this has been true in his life . Placement can play out in many different ways in one's life , I will mostly relate to canon and my assumptions based on it .

This analysis is based on the birth chart calculated by @al-hekima-madara-blog

Madara Birth Chart

Rising - Capricon

The first house is our appearance to the world. Capricon in first house makes a person reserved , stoic , serious , disciplined and calculating .Whenever you look at him the first time, you feel see these qualities in prominently cause his sun and mercury are also present in this first house .

With his Sun and mercury here he appears to be a man of few but meaningful words , also he is very strategic in his plans as we have seen how well he planned the infinite tsukyomi. Now the ruler of his first house Saturn , which is placed in sagittarius would give him heavy physique , buff with wide shoulders, a barrel chest, and thick thighs. But since it's Saturn it will happen gradually .

2nd house - Aquarius

The second house is our upbringing , family lineage . With Aquarius here it means unique (kkekei genkai of uchiha ). This can also be very technical ubringing (Uchiha's fireball jutsu ).

[ This is my personal observation .The signs which have double rulers in this case Aquarius ( ruled by Saturn , then Uranus ) manifests as the traditional ruler themes first and then the modern ruler themes next .]

So upbringing first in early years it would have been about Saturnian themes then transformed into Uranian themes .

2nd house (self worth) , him feeling guilty of not being able to protect his brothers , a restriction (Saturnian theme) then leading the clan to in order to work for the former cause,a revolution (Uranian theme ) ,

With his venus in 2nd house (creativity,) in aquraius (ideas) , could show why he fell in love with the idea creating the village .

3rd house - Pisces

The 3rd house (siblings )being in pisces with his Neptune ( dreams ) could be interpreted as his dream of protecting his siblings . He could have peaceful around siblings , since Neptune in its natural sign .

Izuna through Madara ‘s Birth Chart

3rd house ( Communication) being in pisces (other worldly -Neptune ) , can be seen when talks people are confused , not being able understand what he means , he talks like an old soul ,full of wisdom , (Jupiter ruled pisces ) not just to fill silence but to give meaning to words .

This can be seen in two instances

1)Jupiterian theme/Enlightened Guru -when explains to obito (The famous Wake up to reality speech)

2) Neptinian theme/ Confusing words - when he insulted naruto ,but he didn't understand so obito had to explain it to him .

4th house - Aries

4th house (Family life ) in Aries (Warrior ) , with him being born during warring states , almost all uchihas being shinobi . Family possesing weapons is in fact true . Family Values could be Ariean themes( goal driven , developing power )

The ruler being mars is in 8h (things that we hide)These things were hidden from the outsiders ,(people know about Uchiha's powers but speak in hidden ways about it ). The way of shinobi could be seen from this .

5th house - Taurus

5th house represents ( creativity , pleasure and also children ) with Taurus (building things , creativity , guarding, stubbornness) here , we can see him enjoying the planning of village when he and hashirama were children , inorder to protect other children including their brothers .

We also see him running towards to the little girl ( hiruzen' wife ) when she falls to save her . It also explains why he was so stubborn on building the village his way .

6th house - Gemini

6th house represents ( Daily chores , routine, also enemies ) in Gemini ( Quick fast , dual ) and top of this there is Uranus (Invention, uniqueness, ideas )here .

We see him practicing daily with hashirama who from the enemy clan ( deep down they both knew it)

We see him sometime joking with him both also training seriously like shinobis , with Uranus here he was called a genius in his day to day life for his victories against adult senjus .

7th house - Cancer

7th house represents (partnership , shadow self ) , in cancer ( emotions, family ) with moon being its ruler , increases it more , but outsiders don't see it as he his shadow traits ( hidden kindness) .

One can see him and izuna ( family ) leading the clan together as equals . He trusts his family for work , seen when he chooses obito .

He even choose to work with Hashirama cause he was caring to his own family , and that's why he describes Madara kind cause that's the side he saw in their partnership.

8th house - Leo

8th house represents ( taxes ,sudden events , crisis, even death , things we hide and bury, occult ) in leo (creativity , stage , aesthetic ) with his mars and jupiter conjunction .He was in the underground tunnels (8h) while acting on his plan ( mars) Now we see him almost staging (how actors die in a scene but bot really ) his death , in the VoTE battle .

8h is also manipulation he was manipulated by zetsu , and then he manipulated obito for the Action (Mars ) on the plan .His actions (mars ) save obito from dying (crisis situation) .His knowledge( jupiter )in occult ( the sage six paths lore ,him summoning the gedo statue ) was expanded .

9th house - Virgo

9th house represents (higher education , belief system , philosophy ) and Virgo (analysis , cerebral , service ) .The ruler being mercury in capicon lead him to be cynical and skeptical .This was seen , when he analysed and found fault in hashrima's belief that village is above the individuals , stated his priorities are backwards during VoTE battle .Madara believed that he was giving a service to humanity by putting them in an infinite tsukyomi so planned every step in detail by studying the stone tablet for this belief .

10th house- Libra

10h represents ( Public image , business , structure , government ) in libra ( partnership , balance, diplomacy) . So no wonder madara became a leader of the clan , but what lead to his downfall. The ruler of libra ( venus) is in aquarius , although being the leader , he would have been very aloof and got the image of cold , uncaring. So izuna being his partner to lead may have dealt with people majorly . Also it being in 2nd house (self, possessions) he took izuna who was closest to him abandoning his other clansmen when they were about to lose to enemy.

11th house -Scorpio

11th house represents ( ideas ,community , gains , friends) and Scorpio ( obsessions , passion ,intensity also transformations ) with pluto here rulling it gets intense

This is seen throughout his life , he didn't have many friends but he had one , hashirama .This explains his obsession with his friend ,with pluto it only got intense over the years so much that he waited to fight the real hashirama during the 4th war and was even hurt when hashirama rejected his offer .It is almost poetic he was backstabbed by his only friend . His transformation ( sage mode ) is seen by the shinobis ( community )

12th house - Sagittarius

12th house ( other worldly things , isolation , wisdom ) Sagittarius here almost feels at home alongside Saturn . Saturn being his chart ruler he spent most of the time in isolation (12th h)in the cave and genjutsu . Putting himself in genjustu day after day , for years this is patience and hard work (saturn) while gaining knowledge (sagittarius).

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bvnnyl0v3r · 13 days

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can we talk abt my first oc's lore? Bc that ship was DEEP deep (and lowkey weird at some parts)

anyways I don't know how I remember this much but ngl if u wanna see the oc's I made (I still have some pics I drew/made in gacha/made in picrew) or the actual texts I wrote bc I wanted to write and actual book I'll post them bc I have nothing better to do

so like she (comawolf) grew up with her father (night) and her mother (hekima) and she has an older brother (mikey) and twin brother (david) and a little sister (wonderland (don't ask how I cam up with those names)) so like they were happy family :D

and then the mother died (I never knew why like omg she was jst dead) so the dad couldn't handle it and like abused them, gave her a massive scar, he killed the twin brother and like then the older brother and little sister ran away and she ran away too but to her grandma who wanted her to be the perfect lady (this plays in the 16th century or smth fantasy shit old times thingy) and she basically abused her :D

so then she ran away again and met some demon who gave her INFINITY COOL POWERS TRAVELS UNIVERSES AND TIMELINES JUMP across the multiverse (this was before I knew the multiverse media existed yknow marvel, dc stiff like that) and then she ran into her old childhood friend (zora) who has a (not mentioned) sister named lemon and a (not mentioned)brother named leon. Lemon is heir to the sun clan since their parents are both statues from night bc he cursed them after his wifey died. Zora has a friend (luna) and she comwolf falls in love with her but also has a little crush on zora so like lesbian love triangle :3

zora gets kidnapped by night, luna and comawolf are alone in a forest and luna is revealed to be a half wolf and she cries and yknow wolfs can smell half wolf tears so they have to run even though it's the middle of the night and so coma is PISSED at her and they try to save luna and both get locked in. Then in the cages night reveals that he is coma's father and zora is shook because, what? Her bestfriend is a bitch? (No idea how she didn't relalize that her childhood best friend's dad who she saw like every week was also the evil mastermind ESPECIALLY since they have the same name and all call him by that name) anyways they escape bc some old friends from the other clans (I think there was twelve) help them and it turns out the castle they're in was a trap so like everything breaks together and they go home to their base

then they make this club and david gets ressurected or smth bc he's suddenly there again but now he has wings (gacha 2020 crying child style) and mikey is also there (i'm only now realizing how big my fnaf era mist have been) so like david gets a boyfriend from the wing clan, who adopted luna some years back because luna is the last of the eye clan bc they all got turned to stone and yeah.

if you're wondering what happened to wonderland, if you didn't all ready guess she went to wonderland!!! (Who would've guessed) how did this happen? Well coma said "child you have trauma. Go to wonderland there it's all happy people and you die if you come back! :3" and then wonderland slowly turns unto weirdcore mothers world like you can enter mothers world at 3:33am 59 second real time but in mother's world it either feels like 3 seconds, 3hours, 3days, 3 years, 33 years (you get the jizz like if wonderland is in mother's world for 24 hours it's around 24 minutes in the real world OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT) so anyways comawolf visits every night ofc but for wonderland it feels like she visits like every 3 years or smth. Marilyn is a girl that lives in mothers world who later on turns out to be somewhat inlove with comawolf. (Even more lesbian love interest I could've guessed i'm gay back then) so like comawolf promises that she'll visit as often as she can.

they defeat night or at least he realizes he's wrong and coma is ofc still pissed but mikey thinks it's all alright so he tries to convince her that he's cool again and he forces her to this family dinner where they all somewhat make up. Also happy news, hekima is back! Yayyy....

luna and coma end up dating but reakize they actually don't like each other like that so luna and zora start dating. Marilyn and coma end up together, wonderland gets back to the real world and while comawolf is keeper of all universes or smth marilyn is keeper of mothers world (wich is basically all weirdcore locations + backrooms levels + scp places.... you get the jizz)

#COMAWOLF: my literal escape of reality when I was 10-12 #Oc

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mollycoddle707 · 6 months

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Hekima: The interogations

The welcome wasn't the warmest one she could have received when she met the oda forces again after 2 years. Although she had anticipated that outcome, it did make her uneasy. The trip to her room wasn't a very pretty one either, for every hall she passed every servant glared at her. It felt so uneasy that she had to stare down at the floor the whole trip, although her smile never faltered. Hekima was seen to her room and was currently sitting up in her futon looking at her hands. The hands she once used for sewing were now bruised, with broken fingers and torn nails and occasionally cuts, some deep, some not. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as it slid open to reveal two people. A rather odd combo. She thought as she saw Mitsuhide accompanied by none other than the ceiling ninja.

“Sasuke. Mitsuhide.” She greeted them with all the politeness she was able to muster at the time, her hands and gaze steady. It was more than she owed most of them, but she couldn’t help but feel some form of warmth towards those who were probably the only two people who didn’t actively display distaste for her. She flexed her hands a little, a subconscious act that she knew would inevitably start straining the scabs, but she was used to keeping her hands in use - if not for sewing, then for her alchemy. “Did you need something? Or has everyone finally gotten sick of my lack of answers and sent you two as their last resort?” Mitsuhide calmly walked into the room, Sasuke closely following behind. "Well, well, our little seamstress came running back to us. And with some backtalk as well." He continued walking, step by step, and bent down slightly so he was merely centimeters away from her face. "I'm not gonna ask you to tell me everything." A small grin spread across his lips. "You will tell me everything on your own." His grin widened. Seemingly telling the message that he has his ways to make people talk.

"I believe that Nobunaga-sama gave an order not to hurt his - ahum" Sasuke cleared his throat. "- lucky charm?" He swiftly moved to her side. He held a first-aid box in his hands. It was filled with bandages, creams and serums. "May I see your hands?" He quietly asked her while extending his hand in anticipation of her hand. Mitsuhide straightened his back. "I'm well aware. He has nothing to worry about. I won't do anything rash." He lowered his body, sitting across from Hekima. "However, he also instructed me to get answers from our little mouse." His voice got a teasing tone at those last two words. "So, Hekima... Why? Why betray us?" Mitsuhide was excellent at reading people, his instincts never let him down. So, he knew that she wouldn't betray them for that shitty noble. So, why? Why claim that she did?

"Why?" She huffed "Because I had my reasons to. And I'm not obligated to tell those to anyone" She said plainly. "Hm-" Mitsuhide stared at her. His eyes glanced over her body. "Can’t be because you work for that noble. Look at how he treated you." He moved his hand up and down to vaguely indicate her beaten and bruised body. "So, what is the reason? Did he put you to use after you proved to be no longer necessary? Maybe you fell in someone else's hands? Or maybe, you were protecting someone?" He continued to muse. Meanwhile, Sasuke gently grabbed her right hand to begin treating it. He didn't say a word. Either to let Mitsuhide do his job or just because he was fanboying over seeing him in action.

"Hmm..." She seemed to be in thought, tapping one finger on her chin. Although how she did it seemed to be more in a mocking way. "Come to think of it." She smiled at him, "You really never confessed as well. So then, why must I be obliged to tell you everything?"

She smiled and turned her face to Sasuke, "Sasuke, you shouldn't waste your time on me." She gave him an apologetic, yet genuine look. "They won't work on me, and besides, I suppose you have better, more important things to be doing? Also, I'm sorry for the way I talked to you last time." She bowed to him the best she could while beaten and bruised.

Sasuke slightly nodded his head, "No need to worry. We all do what we need to do, and I presume you have your reasons." He finished putting antiseptic on her most recent wounds and began wrapping it in bandages. He brushed over the 'they don't work on me' comment. Most likely because he didn't know what she meant. "My lord sent me here as well as a representative of Echigo. He wouldn't say it, but I think, like everyone, that he is worried about you as well." The last part was whispered. Which was pretty useless since Mitsuhide was sitting right across from them, so he heard it clearly. However, he took the hint and didn't mention the last comment.

"There's no need to worry about me. I'm fine, really." She smiled as she talked, "And I don't think you'll get any answers from me." Was all she said as she closed her eyes. "Very well," Mitsuhide responded. It was clear that Hekima wasn't going to talk willingly and he was explicitly instructed not to use his preferred methods for getting people to talk. (Not that he really wanted to do that to her of all people anyway) So, he backed off. "I'll get my information in due time. For now, there are other people wanting to talk to you." A sound could be heard from the other side of the door.

As soon as she opened her eyes to look at the door, it flew open, and there he was. Hideyoshi, followed by Mitsunari, standing in the doorway. It seemed that Hideyoshi came here in a hurry, but now? Now, he was frozen in place. Mitsunari, who was behind his Lord this whole time, poked his head out from behind his shoulder, his eyes lighting up when he saw Hekima, giving her a big smile, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. Perhaps he was conflicted as well? Well, it didn't matter anyway. "Hideyoshi. Mitsunari." She greeted them in the same manner as she did to the two previous men. "Are you guys planning to come in groups of two or something? Who's next, Nobunaga and Kenshin?" She jokingly added.

“Ah, there they are." Was Mitsuhide's reaction to the two of them barging in. "Hekima!" Hideyoshi swiftly entered the room, Mitsunari following close behind. His eyes widened for just a second when he saw the state she was in, worry flashed in his eyes for a moment. However, it was accompanied by a look of suspicion and curiosity. "What happened to you?" He finally asked, breaking his frozen state, "You just left one day, don't you realize how worried I - we were?"

“Were you tho?" She asked, "Didn't you feel the slightest bit of anger when you heard I betrayed you? I was sure you'd kill me for real when I'd make it back" She said those words with a smile on her lips.

Hideyoshi was slightly taken aback. Obviously, he was furious the moment he found out, he had a job to protect his lord. However, he couldn't help but find it very strange. After she ran away, they did a thorough investigation (led by Mistuhide), but they didn't find any evidence of her being involved with the noble before this incident. "Of course we were, Hekima. I'd never seen Mitsunari so dejected before." "Hey-" they heard behind them. It seems he didn't like being called out like that. "My Lord would like to speak to you as well, personally. He's asked me to bring you to his chambers." "Hmm...well, that's pretty tough" She mused, "But no matter. Tell him I'll be there in a bit" She smiled, "Is there anything else you'd like to inform me about?"

To be honest, she didn't want to leave her room, the trip from the audience chamber to her room was a nightmare, every maid and servant she passed glared at her. It was clear that she wasn't welcome and they made sure to get the message across . Needless to say, she felt suffocated.

"I-" Hideyoshi started, but he quickly closed his mouth again. "I will inform my Lord that you are on your way." He turned on his heel and gave Mitsuhide a look: "Bring her over when you are done." "Will do." Mitsuhide replied, clearly amused. "Hm." Hideyoshi left the room, Mitsunari following behind him. He himself seemed to be conflicted about the situation as well. However, after a quick look he didn't say anything and just left.

After a while, as promised, she was making her way over to the tenshu. As expected, it was hard. Hard for her to move as every inch of her body screamed at the slightest movements, and every maid she passed seemed to talk behind her back. It's suffocating. So, so, very suffocating. She didn't like it. She'd rather stay in her room all day, but alas, everyone must leave their comfort zones at some point. She didn't even register what Mitsuhide, who was walking beside her, said until he lightly tapped her shoulders. "Huh? Sorry I wasn't paying attention." Mitsuhide smirked, "Of course, I could see that." He said in a mocking, almost displeased, tone. "I asked if you're okay. You're walking rather....funny." "Yes, I'm okay." She said with a smile, "No need to worry about me."

After that bit of exchange, he asked no more, and neither did she say anything anymore. Though occasionally, she could feel his gaze linger on her.

When she finally reached the tenshu, Mitsuhide was dismissed and so it was just Nobunaga and Hekima in the room. For a long moment they said nothing but kept staring at each other.

Nobunaga was sitting in front of her. A teacup was placed before him, and another one was placed in front of his companion. He picked up the porcelain cup and brought it to his lips. Silently, he took a sip with closed eyes. The air was thick, and suspense filled the room. After what felt like ages, he put down the cup, opened his eyes, and locked eyes with the woman sitting across from him. Finally, he spoke, "Hekima, you've been busy." A cold chill crept into the room as those words were spoken. "Certainly, my Lord." She didn't let the chill get to her. Even if she loves mortals, she isn't going to cower before one. She replied to him rather nonchalantly, "Things have been rather hectic for the both of us, it seems" She said.

"Seems so." He curtly responded, "It was quite a hassle when one of our own seamstresses leaked valuable information to our enemies. And more so-" he paused for a brief moment, "when our investigation team couldn't find any ties between you and that noble. I'm sure you know how talented our ninjas are." He added, to further add to his point. "Not talented enough, it seems." She said with a certain coldness to her voice. "Well, when are you, or rather, how are you planning to get rid of me?" She asked nonchalantly, as if this was an everyday occurrence to her. If being distant to them is what it took to keep them safe, then so be it, she will be distant. She's not going to let any of them get in her way. After all, she still needs to get rid of the noble.

Nobunaga sighed, it seemed that his ‘lucky charm’ wasn't willing to bend. He understood that he had no choice. "If you truly aren't willing to explain your actions, then we have nothing further to discuss. You will be thrown into the dungeons and questioned by Mitsuhide." His voice sounded direct, like a leader's voice should. However, a little bit of doubt was noticeable. She smiled at him, as if expecting this outcome. "Alright, go ahead. But, I assure you, that you won't get anything out of it." She stood up and was about to leave when she turned around to look him in the eyes once more, her smile faded to reveal a serious expression. "I've endured much worse than this." She gave him a mocking smile, "What makes you think something so childish will make me confess?" A slight hint of sorrow flashed across Nobunaga's face as he turned to one of his attendants by the door. He nodded to them and as instructed, the man walked to Hekima and instructed her to follow him.

She was led back to her room and was now laying in bed, gazing up at her hands once more. She hated herself. She hated how she talked to her friends, her family, if you would. She hated herself so much for it, and she had to keep up the act for God knows how long. She had no sleep that night and the morning was even worse. The bath wasn't as warm and the food was never announced when it arrived. Not to mention that she will be sent to the dungeons in a bit.

Later, Hekima was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, when someone opened her door. "Hey lass, I heard you're gonna be sent to the dungeons. I thought my lord would go easier on you." It was Masamune, he stepped into the room. Seems he was still a little apprehensive, he had a strange look on his face. "He was rather fond of you, you know." She didn't even spare him a glance, "Okay....and?" She said in the most nonchalant way possible. She had to kill these feelings. She has done it before, so it shouldn't be any harder now. Just don't look at any of them and act as harsh as possible. "He should've seen it coming, honestly. You shouldn't just trust someone who saved your life." Hekima said, after a moment she laughed, "It seems hideyoshi was right. You guys should've listened to him after all."

Masamune sighed, "Seems Mitsuhide was telling the truth. You have no interest in rekindling bonds. Anyhow, I was instructed in escorting you to your cell. Please follow me." He waited for her to get up and walk out the door, before he himself also exited the room. Together they walked to the dungeons. It was still pretty early, the halls were bathed in an orange light and fresh dew was dripping off the leaves of the flowers outside. Hekima didn't look over at Masamune, not even once. She looked at the sun, the grass, the little birds. Things she won't see anymore when she'll be in the dungeon. Am I doing the right thing? She thought to herself, … what are you? Stupid? You can’t change anything now! You’ve gone too far, you idiot! Now you must go through with your plan. She gave herself some pep talk and kept on walking, doing her best to match Masamune's pace

After marching to those cold cells, Hekima was put into one of the cells furthest in the back. She felt the cold floor under her feet and smelled the dusty air that invaded her lungs. "Well -" Masamune started. He always seemed to know what to say, a reckless speaker. But at this moment, he took his time to search for the right words. "Seems like you will have plenty of time to think. I know that you must have your reasons for doing what you did, but that doesn't mean that we can just accept you feeding that noble information. However, "He paused to look her in the eyes, "Know that if you are in trouble, we would still come running." He gave her a conflicted, but honest smile. "Maybe you cursed us, because it seems that protecting you is ingrained in our bones. We can't help ourselves." Those last words were muttered quietly.

"Ah, so you've been fed lies as well?" She stated rather plainly as if it were normal. "I see how it is." The last thing she heard of him were his footsteps, as he turned and walked away into the darkness. Now, she was alone. As soon as he left, she took a deep sigh that she didn't even realize that she was holding. "Alright," She said to herself, "Let's get a good place to sleep first." She picked a relatively dark and dry corner to lay herself down. "First, I'll get adequate rest and then I'll make my escape." She said, as she laid down and curled up in a ball in her dark corner and lulled herself to sleep.

Masterlist

(This fic is written by me and by @sh0jun, please give them love as well!)

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen oc #oc #ikesen Hekima #oc Hekima #Hekima #original character #ikesen fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic

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coco-goat-milk · 3 years

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Okay so here is my oc:

(Bc bestie @gluttonousfruit asked for it, and if anyone else wants to talk about their oc's come here!)

(Its a lot of information and i didnt read it through so im sorry for spelling mistakes but if you want me to make voice lines as well then just ask me!)

Name: Doi (土井~earth) Hekima (ヘキマ~wisdom)

Age: 22

Pronounce/gender: she/her, Female

Height: 5.7 - 1.72

Status: Alive

Sexuality: Pansexual

Vision: Dendro

Weapon: Bow/sword

Appereance:

a tall brown haired female with white and green highlights. Her hair is most of the time in two long braids that reaches her middle, With bangs framing her face. Feline like features, and bright green eyes. Being a lot in nature made her have a toned and slightly ripped body.

She wears brown fingerless gloves. She also wears over the knee brown combat boots, with thigh high white socks. She also wears army green with white high waisted shorts, the short contain several pockets and chains. She wears a leather top as well. (I dont know if this is what i want yet)

Origin:

Hekima was born into a clan located in the woods, het mother being the ruler of the clan. Hekima has a closer bond with her father, being ready to lay down her life for him. Her relationship with her mother is a more complicated matter, she always tried to mend a meaningful bond with her mother but her mother not batting an eye towards her advances to mend a bond.

The Doi clan is a big clan, located deep in the woods far away from civilization. The Doi clan produce everything of their own, making their own houses, food, etc. She has a lot of siblings, 8 little siblings and 1 twin sister. She has a very close bond with her mute twin sister and 8 little siblings, her twin sisters name is Lulu. Lulu is the opposite of Hekima, Lulu doesnt really go out and interact with people except Hekima.

Hekima's mother wanted to pressure her into marrying a man, of her mothers choice. Hekima wanted nothing to do with it and her father supported her. She knew her mother only wanted her to marry this man, so her mother had all the power over her. Lulu turned her back towards her mother, and supported Hekima with everything.

After a few days Hekima came back from a afternoon of hunting. She headed inside her house only to find her twin sister murdered on the floor. Her screams alerted her family, her mother accused her of murdering Lulu but Hekima still in shock and pain denied everything. Her mother yelled at the clan warriors to get her so she could be executed. She thought her father would defend her and safe her life, but he only turned his head away from her. Hekima quickly fled into the woods with the warriors after her. As she finally got the warriors of her trail. She realised she was on her own now, losing everything in a short period of time. But she wants justice for her twin sister so thats what her drives forward to continue.

Current residence: Inazuma

Personality:

Before Hekima fled she mostly wore a energetic smile, especially when she was surrounded with her little siblings. After the events she became more reserved, her emotions werent as raw as they were. She is usually seen with a smile on her face, but her eyes tell a whole different story.

She has a caring and sisterly personality towards the people she loves. Hekima is also very brave in battle sometimes bordering towards the reckless side. Very confident in her abbilties, she tries to stay away from people as much as she can but if she really feels like people need her help she will give them help.

Likes:

Hunting, fighting, Lulu, her siblings, taking care of people, food, nature, relaxing in nature.

Dislikes:

Rejection, loneliness, her mother, mysoginist, the memories of her twin and her father, betrayal.

Combat info~

Arrows:

Hekima can shoot up to 4 arrows at once.

She can also infuse poison into her arrows.

No matter what she never misses target.

After shooting her arrows, roses appear in the place of the arrow.

She can also attack with her bow without using her vision. (Especially when she hunts)

Sword:

Slamming her sword into the ground she can cause a rift and a small earth quake.

Attacking with her sword she can cause a poisonous mist cloud.

She can also fight in her mist cloud, while her targets are unable to see.

Summoning vines to protect and attack.

She can slam her sword in the ground and a wall of vines emerge.

Hand to hand combat:

She is very agile and flexible, good when running through the forest.

Very silent, no noice can be heard when she attacks.

One of her fighting techniques are chi-blocking, it is a fighting technique that has beem teached every ancestor of hers.

Facts about Hekima:

She has two tattoos: two black stripes around her right bicep and one black stripe around her left wrist.

She has a zilver pendant with a picture of her and her father and Lulu.

When she looks in peoples eyes she knows their intentions and feelings.

No matter what she will always be amazed by nature's charm.

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Kingdom Collisions Part XVI

please explain to me how i started this fic after EotH and we’re now ahead of that fic?? Also don’t kill me? Okay i love you guys enjooyyyy

masterlist; my links

I know it’s been over a month so here’s a previously on:

Prince Jason Grace sets him down by the fire. “Don’t move, I’ll come back for you.”

And then he is gone, and Prince Perseus Jackson smiles. Because that was the voice of the man he fell in love with. And those hands which had brushed against his waist as he let go were as warm and alive as electric currents.

So the destroyer sits by the fire, and waits for his healer to rescue him.

Come home, don’t die so far from the sea

Percy Jackson can feel the hard press of the wooden floor against his back and he welcomes the pain like an old friend. The darkness of the room feels endless in the cold black of the early morning hours. The fire has long since died, no kindling or wood to keep it alight for however long he stays here. If he didn’t know they planned to kill him at dawn of the coming day he would think they were trying to freeze him to death. It was almost strange how cold he was considering Hanaan was supposed to be in spring, heading towards the warmer months at a rapid pace. He wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t in Piper’s kingdom any longer. Maybe he had been transported to a kingdom of eternal winter.

He remembers a story like it, one his mom had told to the group that met at the children’s library every month. He remembers all the stories his mother had told him, fitting into each other like a tapestry. Just then an icy wind drifts in from under the door making him shiver in the thin cotton clothes. He curls into a ball-any attempt to save his body heat- and closes his eyes to a warmer darkness. His mother’s voice echoes inside him.

“When the world was first created there was only the earth and the sea and the sky and the beings that made these elements up.”

Queen Sally smiled down at the children surrounding her, looking up with sparkling eyes, hanging onto her every word.

There was the Lady of the Ocean, and the Being of the Rivers, and the Wisps of the Sky and the Dancers of the Earth. They lived together in harmony, for they never knew of each others’ existences. But one day the Being of the Rivers met the Lady of the Ocean and they learnt together what love was, and then loved each other. They refused to be apart, they couldn’t bare it; the oceans would thrash in agony, hurting the earth; the rivers would dry up, or form canyons in the ground in rage. It was destructive to keep them apart, for they loved so hard and so fiercely that it became a weakness to the world to separate them. So the beings stayed together, for eons, seasons, lifetimes passing without disruption. And in their time the earth changed and the sky grew rainbows and new elements came into being, things that molded and shaped as they had. Things that would not become clear until there was tangible things to hold them, make them. The day came, uncountable eras into their existence. A Dancer of the Earth had fallen in love with a Wisp of the Sky and together they created one that walks.

“Like us Your Majesty?” A little girl burning with curiosity, curly pigtails swinging slightly in the Mare breeze.

“Just like us Bianca.” His mother had smiled, “With two legs and a wide smile and so much love in their hearts.”

Bianca sighed contentedly as if she had known that first being all her life and looked up to them.

“And with that one being came more and more. As they settled down the need for structure became apparent. Not to control these new beings, but to make sure they had a place to talk about their struggles and to connect them with those who could help. And who better-

His mother had smiled, one of her secret smiles, that meant she knew something she’d beg them to tell her. Half the children around her fell for the bait.

“Whom, your majesty?” A child he had never seen before squeaked, rocking on their heels, knees pulled up to their chest.

“Well the very beings that brought them there.” She giggled, watching as some of their faces scrunched in confusion while others slowly came to the realisation.

The beings of the earth and the rivers and the sky took on a form, as close to the new beings as possible and came to them to offer help, and solace. And that is how the Kingdoms were formed. Mare for water, and Caelum for sky, and Canbaha for earth.

The questions came all at once.

“So the first Kings and Queens were the beings of the world?’

“What happened to the Ocean Lady and the River?”

“Are you a-”

“Alright alright,” The Queen laughed, “One at a time, let’s go around the room shall we?”

The children raised their hands, impatience shaking their little bodies. His mother pointed at Bianca who was right under her gaze.

“What happened to the Lady of the Ocean and the Being of Rivers?”

“Remember how i told you they couldn't ever be separated?”

The gaggle before her nodded enthusiastically eager to show they were listening.

“Well they were the only beings to rule one kingdom together. They decided if they fed one another there was no need to keep themselves apart. Instead of becoming a kingdom of Oceans and kingdom of Rivers they become the Kingdom of Mare.”

“What about all the other kingdoms?” A small voice piped up, drifting in the sea of mutters.

“Those kingdoms came to be as beings changed and evolved and became something different, something more. The Kingdom of Hanaan appeared first, created by a beautiful person who could change form at will. She knew not of physicality but of emotion. And then the Kingdom of Hekima came, bringing with it prosperous invention and ways to keep the world working better, more beautifully. And then the Kingdom of Xoia-”

Bianca gasped, “Mine!”

“Yours” his mother had smiled, stroking the little girl's head. “Xoia was one of the last to appear but it brought brightness to the world that could not be found or made otherwise.”

“What happened to the beings that ruled, mom?” Percy’s voice was small, like a baby bird learning how to use its beak.

For him she cocked her head, her blue eyes glinting under the candlelight swaying above them. “What do you think Prince?”

Come home, don’t die so far from the sea

Percy awoke to the door creaking open and rough hands digging into his arms as they hauled him up. He doesn’t have the energy to demand where they were taking him. He didn’t have the wits or the power because his brain was slowly coming to realisations he was not ready to have. It was making assumptions he was terrified may be true. It was shattering his world for the billionth time. It was breaking him.

The world is still dark, but it is not that heavy blackness that seems to suck him in. It is the kind of dark that tells you the light was winning; that soon you will see pinpricks of white and yellow and gold poking through the sky and then the world will be awash in colour once more.

He is thrown onto the grey-stoned floor, hiding his wince as his knees take the brunt of it. The people who had deposited him laugh and walk away. He doesn’t bother to call after them, instead taking in the surroundings. He is in an arena. In a colosseum. He is the lamb offered up to the butcher. He is the prey stuck in a hunter’s snare. He is the entertainment.

He can picture it now; crowds stomping into the stone stands and chanting for his death. He can imagine the painter sat in the box only one lower from the royalty, slapping colour onto a canvas, swirling it in the shades of his blood. He can imagine the musicians in the box just below the painter, banging on their drums, letting the beautiful notes of a flute be the anthem to his downfall. He can imagine his husband, standing in the box above all, looking down at him with those eyes of lightning. Eyes he had woken up to when Jason’s nightmares were so bad they had to sit by his window. About that blonde hair, like strands of sunlight, he has so often wanted to run his hands through, how he mourned its discolouring when their blood coated it. About those hands that held him when they were captured and freed him so they weren’t. And he wonders, if the Prince will miss him.

Because, he realises with startling radiant clarity, somewhere in the mess that had become their lives Percy had grown to care for the Prince of Caelum. He doesn’t really know when it started; maybe when he found Jason screaming outside the door to the Captain of the Guards’ chamber; or maybe when Percy had sought him out some nights later, and held him as he cried; or maybe when Jason let him be a part of the kingdom by giving him a white rose. He can’t be sure it wasn’t a combination of all those things. He sits on the cold platform in the middle of the arena and finds himself sad, achingly sad, that he will never get that time with his husband. That he will never get to tell the Prince how he feels.

The sun rises slowly, as if trying to delay the inevitable, but Percy embraces it, letting the warmth of the final tomorrow caress his brown skin. If it is the last time he feels the sun, he wishes to do nothing but feel it. The rays are gentle on his face and he can only imagine it’s what Jason’s touch would have felt like. He sits cross-legged, chin to the sky, eyes closed to the array of colours and lets the last joys of this world embrace him.

The wrought iron gates underneath the raised stands shake and rattle, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t know what beasts await him; he doesn’t care. Let them come, he thinks, it will be a mercy to rest at last. The crowds pour in, his people who he was set to rule one day, Jason’s people who he was set to protect one day. Still he keeps himself shut off from the world, feeling the sun, and the wind.

If he had loved anything at all he had loved the wind, the way it chased his ankles, and swept him up, and raced him, and held him, and danced with him, and coaxed him. It was a tragedy, a heartbreaking thought, that he hadn’t gotten to see his ocean one last time. He would have loved to feel the cool water on his skin, and the sand sinking under his feet. He wishes he had more time. He wants this to be over as soon as possible. Time is up.

“Good morning my people,” A voice like ancient beings and newborns croons across the colosseum. “Are you ready to witness history?”

Percy thinks of his mother, the keeper of stories, and knows she has already heard this one. Percy thinks of his father, who has returned to the beginning. He knows his parents will not come to save him. Percy thinks of his childhood friends, all leading secret lives, forged to end his own. He knows they will be in the stands to watch their victory. Percy thinks of his husband, a soldier for an army they could never have predicted. He knows they will never learn how to love one another.

The crowd is screaming, the wrought iron is rattling. Prince Perseus Jackson opens his eyes as the gate yawns open.

The arena is deafening, shaking with anticipation. He glances to the royal box nearly floating in the clouds and frowns when he doesn’t spot a flash of blonde hair.

The people are feral with excitement. A loud boom echoes from the musicians box.

Prince Jason Grace stumbles from the mouth of the arena and falls to his knees in front of the platform.

“Kill him Perseus.” A voice glimmers around him, leaking in through the ringing in his ears.

“Come home Prince,” That voice lilts, “Do not die so far from the sea.”

Jason looks up at him, blue eyes hazy, a dagger loose in his clasp. “Hello Prince.”

Percy steps down from the platform, and takes the dagger from his husband’s hands. It is almost sickening how easily he gives it over.

The crowd stomps its feet: they are ready for blood; they are ready for slaughter.

He holds the dagger up, making sure it glints in the sun. And then he draws his husband close until there is nothing between their bodies, not space, not even air.

“Let’s go home my love.” He whispers. “We will not die so far from the sea.”

Prince Perseus Jackson brings the blade down.

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al-hekima-madara-blog · 3 years

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Capricorn vs Aquarius : The Devils Twins (bonus)

Just to add something about the Ask I received about What make Madara a Capricorn, Izuna an Aquarius and how they interact together. I find a perfect example to sum up the rivalry/complementarity between Capricorn and Aquarius.

I'm currently re-watching the Peaker Blinders show from the start. First observation : Yes, Hekima you definitely have a type !

I am in love with the main character Tommy and he is built with the same bases of Madara : charismatic, self-controlled, family-oriented, power-hungry, clever ect... How they differ well? one is successful even if it costs him his mental health while the other isn't. Tommy contrary to Madara kept his family/friend support. As soon as he is left alone in some seasons, or loose some of his family members, you can witness him plunging into darkness quickly.

In this short extract : Tommy Shelby and Alfie Solomons met for the first time. They are both two heads of their own gang doing illicit activities under a legal cover. Solomons owns a bakery, and sell alcohol. Solomon is having a war with italians gangs, then Tommy looking for expanding his own influence in London, comes to meet him and offer him an alliance.

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Tommy is doing his business as the usually Capricorn archetype he is. He shows confidence, proposes a rational deal, with a long term strategy in his mind. But for the first time, he met someone he can't read at all. Solomons is unpredictable like an Aquarius archetype. With him, there is always a blur line between silliness and lethal jokes. It's hard to know when he is serious and when he's not. And he implies to Tommy that not only he understands the rules ( mafia's rules) but in the same time he doesn't care about following convention.

" Intelligence is a very valuable thing, innit, my friend? Usually it comes to f*** late"

Solomons

Solomons is talking both about Police's intelligence and Tommy's cleverness. He told him that he can see Tommy's little mind game but he is way above him in this area. Aquarius are usually master of the Mind, they think in a higher frequency, hence their reputation of being ahead of time.

He then stresses his word by showing that his gun was in fact in the left side (and maybe they were guns in both side). Tommy's bleeding (he was just coming from hospital but still) showed to Solomons that he seems sincere and vulnerable at this point. Then seeing his honesty, Solomons gives him a chance to listen his proposal further.

During this exchange Solomons is back in forth in the game and out of the game. He's ready to joke or ready to act out of anger and for a structured Capricorn that's really something difficult to deal with, there is no pattern in his erratic behaviour. However, Tommy's strength is always his abilities to stay calm and show collected even if the situation seems desperate. Something that Solomons respects in return.

Later in the show, they develop a strange friendship. They still see themself as rival in business but they always have this funny exchanges where Alfie makes Tommy looses his heavy armour and makes him smile a bit.

So I hope you see better see now the difference in those two archetype and how note to mix them up anymore. In a way that's how I see dynamic between Madara and Izuna. Always teasing and roasting themself, Izuna is edgy to his older brother and Madara always pretending to not care but still smiling to his craziness.

NB : I'm feeling sorry for those of you who will struggle to understand thick brummie accent but that's part of the charm😂

#Peaky blinder analogy #Aquarius #Capricorn #Izuna #madara #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #Youtube #astrology

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mozaikrolez · 3 years

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send ♡ for a pre - established relationship meme ／ accepting !

@rxkishiya sent : ♡ ! ( unspecified assortment : douma ! open verse , rohan kishibe , shinobu kocho , eidia demon ! slayer verse , great bear ! demon slayer verse , ji-woon hak , cutthroat , gyuutaro , giyu tomioka )

douma open verse / modern verse

FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .

FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .

ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .

HEADCANONS.

currently , i don’t have a reincarnation verse for douma , but i do have a modern verse that can be used in hekima’s modern verse ! i’m sure you have already seen the post but a quick summary is that most remains the same from the original kny verse , but an extra hundred years have been added to his age to keep his backstory the same & his cult eventually faded out & turned into what he would consider a spiritual healing/self help collective ( still very culty by nature ) .

it’d be interesting if she was researching his previous cult without realizing he’s a leader .

maybe after the two meet douma looks into the article’s she’s written before & wants to get to know her more . there’s something about her writing that he finds to be captivating . on douma’s spare time he reads a lot but he hadn’t read an article that was as engaging as hekima’s works before .

his end goal would be to lure her in to his ‘collective’ & have her write amazing article’s for more people to join as well .

rohan kishibe – open verse / modern verse

ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / friendly rivals / petty ( rohan being petty ) / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .

HEADCANONS.

rohan is an absolutely insane famous manga artist who’d do just about anything to get a good story & i think if the two interact it’d be petty funny .

maybe they could’ve met at some kind of press conference ?

it’d be funny if he sincerely thought she was a child until he realized she worked for the local newspaper .

initially , i can see rohan being a prideful piece of crap . maybe after reading some of her works he’d inflate his ego by talking about how amazing his is . he’d see her as a rival & would want to continue improving his story telling . while confident in his writing abilities he has a habit of squaring people up . he’d be doing that to the wrong person entirely since hekima is very kind & sweet . this might make him act pettier until he eventually becomes kinder .

as a gift & a way of saying ‘i’m sorry for being so passive agressive / petty’ he would gift her the full collection of ‘autumn in ontairo ink’ , ‘fountain brush pen with a golden plate nib’ in the colour : red carpet & every colour of ‘the sketchbook’

the two of them have an ungodly amount of curiosity & oh god , if these two become friends , hekima would enable him to do the craziest of things & vice versa ( he bought a whole ass mountain range in search of a yokai so he can find & write about )

speaking of yokai , what if he invited her to join him on the search for this yokai ! it’d be funny if they didn’t find it , but the little things that would happen ( like the sound of tree branches snapping , or other random noises ) would fuel this belief that they did . confirmation bias at it’s finest between them as they would encourage each other that ‘yeah, for sure that’s the yokai

after that little trip , hekima would have a vey interesting article to write & rohan would go on to publish a short manga ‘based on true events’ .

shinobu kocho – original verse

HEADCANONS.

maybe they met before hekima became a demon slayer & before shinobu became a hashira ? i think hashia’s typically have a specific region that they tend to operate in ( i could be wrong - lol ) , but what if shinobu & her sister used to slay demons in the region where hekima’s family’s house was located -- which led to them being regulars to that specific wisteria home .

now that i think about it , i don’t think i remember seeing wisteria growing in the butterfly estate , so maybe shinobu gets some flowers from hekima’s house back then .

it’d be cute if the three of them talked a lot whenever the kocho sisters visited & they would bring back flowers from the butterfly estate for hekima ! they’d bring her lots of sunflowers !

after kanae passes , shinobu would 100% continue to pay hekima a visit , though the few months that proceed afterwards she would stop . maybe hekima could come to the butterfly estate to check up on her .

when hekima becomes a demon slayer shinobu can’ help but be a bit envious . she wonders how hekima is so brave to fight against demons when she is so small & to top it all off ; she doesn’t use a breath style . shinobu can’t find herself to dislike hekima but it does fuel her self hatred that she initially believed to be her disliking hekima . during this time , she’d most likely push her away .

maybe after some self reflecting shinobu pushes these thoughts aside ( sometime after meeting tanjiro in the main timeline ) & kinda like in the little headcanons i have written prior , they could reconnect while fixing the flowers around the butterfly estate .

it’d be hella tragic if shinobu ran into hekima as a demon who had forgotten about their friendship . she’d be the first demon shinobu would have complete hesitation killing .

also , i’m a fan of the whole ‘i like you but i won’t say it’ especially since shinobu is essentially planning for her own death .

eidia – demon slayer verse

HEADCANONS.

i do not have all of eidia’s demon slayer verse written up yet , but she’s pretty much a demon slayer who joined the corps at a bit of an older age ( when she turned 30 ) after working as one of the lead medical practitioner in the kakushi for the majority of her years . she doesn’t use a breath style either but her fighting style involves her laying in wait to attack demons , ideally with the fewest strikes as possible ( usually with one if possible ) . ANYWAY ! the two of them are very curious about demons & they both get into conversations with demons when given the opportunity . she’d really like to for demons & humans to get along one day & hopes that she can turn demons back .

because hekima is open with talking with demons eidia would find that trait to be admirable & very sweet . she’d want to align herself with her because of this .

it’d be interesting if the two of them worked on their own research on an antidote leading them to put themselves into many dire & avoidable dangerous situations .

eidia is a very cuddly & upbeat person & i can see her taking on an older sibling role towards hekima but whether or not she’s the older sibling & not the same age would often be blurred as she is a very childish person with a spring chicken personality .

great bear - demon slayer verse

HEADCANONS.

lol , if anyone is burner’s friend -- great , being the confrontational brother that he is , will have a problem with them automatically . he’d probably be very dismissive & antagonistic towards her as well .

while he won’t fight hekima , he will constantly ask where burner is so he can fight her .

he’d hate if hekima ever brought up the fact that the two of them have the same temperament & breath style / fighting style . he likes to believe he’s one of a kind & a god among men because of his rank , kinoe . he has avoided all contact & with hashira & while he has the skills to join them , he chooses not to because he thinks he’s above all that .

it’d be funny if at one point after encountering a lower moon ( maybe the previous lower moon 1 ) & not evaluating the situation properly ( he fights like a bulldozer usually ) , he gets injured really bad & needs some help getting to a neighboring wisteria crest house ( could be hekima’s original home ) -- a situation that mimics a similar encounter with burner . afterwards he’d force himself to be kinder

while acting extremely antagonistic to other slayers ( kinda like sanmei ) , he is extremely protective of other slayers . like , VERY . he is 100% ready to die for others to save them & has been depressed for weeks whenever witnessing death & he isn’t very good at hiding this either . he’s the type of person who blames himself for others who get killed by demons -- especially if he didn’t arrive in battle fast enough .

despite being the kind of person who hasn’t heard of an inside voice ( he sleeps so loud he sounds like he’s awake & mocking the sound of snoring ) , he easily quiets down when playing board games . maybe they play board games together from time to time . an easy way to get great to do things is by making a bet & playing one of these games . he isn’t very bright but he’ll take the challenge anyway . hekima has 99.9% chance of winning against him , so she has a free maid !

ji-woon – open verse / modern verse

HEADCANONS.

aight sooo ji-woon is a serial killing k-pop star who has been hiding his crimes for a good amount of time ( maybe just about over a year ) . recently , some people in the press , including his producer , have come to notice these crimes tend to be in the surrounding area of his concerts whenever he goes on tour . what if hekima was looking into this rumor & was getting close to finding out this secret . like really close . maybe she just missed him leave & he so happened to notice she was following him . but instead of him confronting her , he decides to find her at a later time & befriend her : claiming that he absolutely loves her articles & her writing to appeal to her interests .

i’m sure hekima may feel some suspicion towards him . while he has the general public fooled , his ego is so inflated that he believes that he is infallible , leaving his trickery easily read by those who pay close enough attention to little details . bringing her closer would pave the path for his downfall . but what if a string of events occur that puts blood on her hands too , stringing her in his crimes as well . he’d totally play this incident up as of he planned it out all along .

adding this cuz i noticed you have an actor au ! we could have them interact in this verse as well !

cutthroat – open verse / modern verse

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love ( mostly on cuththroat’s side ) / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .

HEADCANONS.

cutthroat is a very dark character so u can totally ignore this stuff if you don’t want anything too dark !!

cutthroat loves the colour red . LIKE HE LOVES IT SO DAMN MUCH ( even pink is good ) . after one quick look at her , he’d fall head over heels obsessed with her & as time goes on it’ll grow stronger .

what if her voice triggered his synesthesia & he can see a bright red halo over her ( kinda like what happens in his canon storyline ) . this would increase his interest in her tenfold , making her cling onto her like a puppy .

cutthroat is a bit of a weirdo ( mostly a creepy ) because he has no boundaries whatsoever . such a concept doesn’t exist & so he might step way out of line .

being that he is a serial killer who tends to obsess over people before killing them , he’d initially have plans to kill her at a later date but things may change ( evidence in the series where he comes from doesn’t really show him allowing his obsessions live , but i don’t mind plotting something around that ) . for the time being he’d be extremely possessive , ya know , the typical yandere thing . because he is so childish as well , he wouldnt really see his act of killing people who she interacts with as a bad thing -- he might even ‘build a cake’ out of the bodies of those she has spoken to .

gyuutaro ( daki ) – original verse

ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension ( gyuutaro’s side ) / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .

HEADCANONS.

gyuutaro would see her constant questioning as annoying first . he isn’t used to people wanting to talk to him so he’d push her away a bit . part of it would because he is insecure about his appearance & he doesn’t want someone cute to see him or stare at him for a long time in fear of her judging him . eventually he’d open up to her & be more responsive to her questions -- but still having some kind of dismissiveness in his responses .

if they met while in her demon verse , part of me believes that daki would bully her & tell gyuutaro to stop talking to such a ‘weak’ demon ( i kinda see her being needlessly cruel to other demons -- the lower moons aren’t free from her barrage of insults either ) . gyuutaro would defend her ayako & tell daki off , resulting in very awkward family fights that would become comically explosive & about something so stupid like how one doesn’t like how the other eats or something .

i kinda see gyuutaro being someone who falls in love easily when someone shows him a small amount of kindness , so i’m pretty sure he’d start to have feelings for ayako ( which would anger daki because no one else is allowed to have attention here -- lol ) .

i don’t mind doing threads solely with daki ! i can see her disliking ayako at first but maybe after sometime she kinda doesn’t mind having her around . she might even enjoy her company but she’d never say so . it’d be like admitting defeat .

daki would poke at her , trying to get a rise -- but gyuutaro would step in & tell her off . cue another family argument that poor ayako has to awkwardly witness .

giyu tomioka - original verse

HEADCANONS.

her inquisitive personality would totally help in binging giyu out of his comfort zone . while at first he’d be extremely reluctant to reciprocate in any kind of interaction he’d eventually open up .

even if he doesn’t say it , & at times even questioning her reasoning , he appreciates her for being around & being patient with him . he wouldn’t be able to answer any questions in regards to his reasons for becoming a demon slayer ( he usually dissociates when the question is brought up ) he does understand she means no harm with her questions .

he would prefer to talk about what she likes , or listen to her talk about what she enjoys . he pays attention to every little detail when she talks ( like her little quirks , random tid bits from he stories , etc ) . at times , in an attempt to add something to a conversation or when he doesn’t know what to say , he’d probably bring up one of her quirks thinking without realizing it might be embarrassing to bring up .

he’d join in on making origami with her as they just enjoy each others presence in silence .

#/ i a got really carried away -- i ended up writing up a lot of things for a bunch of muses so i'm gonna stop myself before i wanna do more #rxkishiya #˗ˋ *ﾟ ♦︎ ⟶ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞. ／ ooc.

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chxrishxd · 3 years

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Small Starter for @rxkishiya

The moment Senjuro heard there is a demon slayer from the Mukai family he set out to find them right away. If there is anyone outside of his family who might know anything about Hinokami Kagura it would surely be them. His father used to talk about his visit to the Mukai family during his Hashira days. From his retelling they are scholars, scholars who know demon slayers for generations, so hopefully he can find something out for Tanjiro.

And if not, it gets him away from the house for a day.

Stepping into the sleepy village Mitsuri‘s crow sent them to the young Rengoku quickly starts looking around. Within in a few minutes he spots a demon slayer sitting under a large cherry blossom tree. Taking a deep breath to clam their nerves Senjuro approaches the young slayer.

“Hello, are you Mukai Hekima?”

#//I thought I had posted this #//nope it was in my drafts #rxkishiya #(Senjuro: Thread)

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" what are you talking about?! "

“i’m talking about how utterly useless this entire archive has been to me." there's a tinge of annoyance in her words, almost barely treading into the territory of being perceived as rude. shinobu knew it wasn't hekima's fault that her efforts to elucidate the enemy's identity were fruitless; it was instead the cycle of leaving no stone unturned, maintaining a hope that she would happen upon even a thread of information, and finding that nothing was added to her knowledge. it was the slow, chipping away at her hope that enflamed her composure in that instance.

"mukai-san, there is nothing that even mentions muzan. i've completely wasted my time here."

#rxkishiya #shinobu cut the attitude 😭#ily hekima please excuse her #i know that hekima comes from a family of scholars so i set it in her family’s archive #i hope that’s okay!! let me know if you’d like me to change anything :3 #and also feel free to make this a thread!

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ofthemountainshrine · 4 years

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@rxkishiya | cont.

Masashi fiddled with the paper crane in his hands as he laid on the floor and listened to Hekima talk herself through her explanation. Though he admittedly hadn’t expected an honest answer. Her question drew his attention from the little faux bird to her and he sighed as his hands dropped to his stomach.

“Yes and no,” He admitted while shifting to sit up, “It isn’t the training as much as the trainers... I can do what they’re asking of me. It isn’t that hard. But I keep freezing up when their voices raise. I’m not sure how to explain it to them that I’m not just ignoring them.”

#rxkishiya #v; thebreathofafox #[hekima's becoming a bit of a go to for him-

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♥

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 ♥ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔. / accepting.

tbh!!! you’re one of my favourite people to write with – hekima is so wonderfully developed and honestly to me, i think our writing styles mesh very well. you’re also a lovely & warm individual & while we haven’t talked that much, if you ever need someone to talk to abt anything you can always hmu! i’m here for you & it’s going to be okay, just in case you needed to hear that today. never forget that people love you here & so do i.

#rxkishiya #𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 / 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 –– ooc.#asks.#memes.#<33!!!!

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Kingdom Collisions XIV

Masterlist for other parts, more jercy, crackships and bad ideas

writing fic=more description=(hopefully) improve writing

no prewritten chapters=sporadic updates=as surprised as you about what happens

Tell me your thoughts, I'm insecure about this chapter. Also sorry for the long ass wait I haven’t felt in the writing mood but hopefully I'm back.

together or not at all. find him. find him. find him.

Crown Prince Jason’s dream starts as all his dreams do. Him sitting on a cloud looking over a burning meadow. He feels himself wince as if his body already knows its going to be hurt and then he is pulled under, under, under and suddenly the dream is a memory. One he had forgotten about, one he wishes he'll live through for the rest of his life.

"Prince," A soft, warm voice calls. "Are you in here?"

There is a moment of quiet, the crackling of the fire and the turn of the page the only interruptions.

"I'm here." The reply is gentle, and sweet, and full of the brightest days.

Jason blinks, looks through long blonde lashes. "Hello my Ardor"

Leo sinks into the couch, grabbing his hand with the need to be close and comfortable and together. "What are you doing here so late?"

"I had some things to research before tomorrow meeting with FreedomtoFeed."

The Captain of the Guards raises an eyebrow and gives a pointed look to the raunchy cover of the novel he has clasped in his hands. "That looks very appropriate for a feeding-the-people initiative."

He blushes crimson and shuts the book with a huff of embarrassment. "I finished the research."

Leo pulls them together until their foreheads bump gently, "I'm only teasing. But you should go to sleep."

"Will you join me?"

The fingers dancing at the nape of his neck still, and smoldering brown eyes catch his. "Of course."

They release twin breathes and move impossible closer, until lips brush against skin and oxygen is sparse.

"You are so beautiful," The Prince whispers, kissing his jaw. His cheek. Nose. Throat.

"Please kiss me." Leo is shaking with anticipation, arousal.

And who is Jason to refuse such a precious request? He brushes his lips gently across his Ardor's and groans at the softness he finds. Pillows, and peaches, and sweetness that only intensifies when it deepens. Their tongues dance, explore each other languidly. Like time is nothing but a suggestion. His fingers brush silken warm cheeks and dance across Leo's skin until they're resting on his thighs.

Jason is breathless when he breaks away, "You are—" His words are cut off as the Guard pulls their faces together.

"No talking now my Prince. Tonight we only feel."

Jason feels himself frown, as the memory becomes hazy, disjointed. This wasn't how it happened.

‘Together or not at all. find him. find him. find him.” Leo gasps, his head falling on the Prince's shoulder. "Jase, I can't—" He's cut off by a cry.

And suddenly all his beautiful brown skin is turning to ash under Jason's hands. He tries to grab on to anything, any part of Leo, but the more he holds the more ash comes away.

"Ardor?" He cries. This isn't how it happens. This isn't the way it goes. He can't go like this. They can't leave each other. He just got him back.

He can't, he can't, he can't, he c—

Prince Jason Grace wakes up with a scream, blunt finger nails tearing into his chest as he attempts to rid himself of the nightmare. And when his eyes adjust to the world he only knows darkness and despair. The love of his life is still dead and he is still far away from his dear kingdom. Actually he has no idea where he is at all. That thought is the final pick in the ice and suddenly his body is wracking with sobs. His life is a complete fucking mess. And he doesn't want to do this anymore. Every event piles onto his chest like boulders until he can't breathe, until he is hyperventilating.

Far from home; Leo is dead; kidnapped; tortured; his husband is—

Wait where is his husband? The thought shocks him out of his panic so fast he's reeling as he sits up. The cold floor underneath his fingers ground him to the present and he pushes off the concrete onto shaky legs. He feels so weird, like his body is not his own, like he's been forcibly removed from it and shoved into a whole new one and now he has to learn how to be human all over again. He feels like he's died. Slowly he stumbles around until he hits a wall and then plastering his right hand to it he walks. Or more like drags himself along, nails scraping against the brick and a bare shoulder scratching against the roughness.

His eyes are useless for anything further than his feet and he sees no evidence of light. But the room, or what he's beginning to suspect is a hallway, continues so he to keeps going. Someone will fill in all the blanks in his memory but first he has to find his husband. There is a deep chasm in his chest and he has the ugly feeling it will only start filling when he sees those green eyes and floppy curls. It almost disgusts him how much he needs to see the Prince of Mare. It's like his body, his heart, has forgotten about Leo entirely. He feels sick to his stomach at the thought so he banishes everything but the need to get out of here. Suddenly he hits a wall, hard enough that he knows there’ll be a bruise tomorrow. With a silent prayer to gods he didn't care to believe in, he turns his body and keeps walking. Right hand still on the wall.

There is nothing and no-one. He feels likes he's in the inside of a black hole. There is not even the faint sounds of outside. It is just his dragging feet and his cracking nails and the ringing in his ear from the sheer lack of sound.

He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will get out of here. He will—

There's a scraping sound. Someone gives a sharp inhale. A pinprick stings his neck. He is never getting out of here.

together or not at all. find him. find him. find him.

Prince Jason clutches his rolling stomach, and without warning throws up the little contents that may have been in there. Before he even opens his eyes he knows whatever he will see cannot be good. Even behind his eyelids it is unnaturally bright and he can hear hushed whispers coming from somewhere. They sound angry. He will get the brunt of it.

"Well well well," A rapsy voice echoes around him.

He forces his eyes open and blinks back the harsh neon lighting to see Annabeth Chase, his previous kidnapper, and Grover Underwood.

"It's such a pity you don't remember me." She pouts unhappily, but there is nothing but viciousness in her grey eyes.

He wonders what he should remember.

"How do you feel Jason?"

"Like I died. Like I want to get out of here. Like I need to see my husband." He spits at the man leaning against the wall so casually.

"All in due time. But while we have you here I think we could use you."

"Why should I help either of you?" He curls his lip, anger making his vision blur, "You," He points a disgusted finger at the blonde girl, "Kidnapped me and Percy and then proceeded to torture us." She giggles and he wants to bury that sound six feet underground. "And you," He looks to Grover, the advisor to Mare and Percy's friend. He looks every bit the enemy. "I don't trust you one bit. Not if you can have her in your presence so calmly."

"I'm not looking for your trust Prince," The man, the being, scoffs. "I just need your cooperation. Otherwise Annabeth here has permission to get as creative as possible."

Grover tilts his head to her, a silent conversation passing between them, and then he leaves without so much as a glance to him.

"I'll never tell you anything." He growls at her.

She grins, pretty white teeth gleaming in the horrible light. "Let me tell you a story Prince Jason Grace, about the day you lost your sister."

"My who?"

She gives a secret smile and begins.

Twenty seven years ago a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes was born to The King and Queen of Mare. She was a sweet little girl with pigtails and a sharp mind and she kept her parents on their toes every second. One day this little girl's mom came to tell her that she would soon be getting a little sibling to play with and care for. The little girl was undeniably excited, or as excited as you can be when you're three years old and get told you're getting a small person just like you. Needless to say a little boy with blonde hair the exact same shade as hers, and blue eyes as bright as the summer skies was born. While she had eyes the exact shade of her mother’s he had their father’s eyes. And it was dangerous, but nobody knew that then. The little girl loved him immediately and with all her heart. They spent every moment together. Growing up and learning and loving each other as if it was the only natural thing to do. But when the little girl turned eighteen she received some horrible news. Her mother had died. Her brave beautiful mother who gave her kisses and taught her chess and spent hours reading to them. Understandably the family was devasted and they took it very hard. The girl— not so little anymore, grief will do that to a person— was angry and broken and unwilling to listen to the world that had so unfairly taken from her. So she rebelled against their father and lost their mother. And in her quest to feel something she engaged in nefarious, sinful, delightful activities. It was there that she met the love of her life. The Crown Princess of Hekima. Reyna. They got married within a year and have been together ever since. But the girl found out something about her mother's death and she was so furious as she rightfully should be that she renounced her title and vowed to bring down the very thing that killed her beloved mother.

together or not at all. find him. find him. find him.

“You are terrible at telling stories.”

Annabeth smiles like a lion ready to pounce. "Figured out who the little girl is?"

"You." He heaves, chest constricting as he takes her in.

"And her little brother?"

"How come I don't remember you?"

"When we kidnapped you we put a serum in that would make you forget certain aspects of your life." She shrugs as if she's discussing the weather.

"And you feel no remorse for hurting your brother?" He spits at her feet.

Her grey eyes flash like steel and she gets into his face. "I have no family."

"Why tell me at all? Why not just let me be ignorant?"

That makes her smile- no, bare her teeth. "Because unlike me Jason Grace you would do anything for the people you love, for the people you think you owe. No matter the cost."

"I'm not telling you anything." His voice is hard. Like the concrete he is pressed into. Like thunder.

"Nah uh," She grins at him, "I'm your sister remember. You wouldn't deny your sister the information she wants."

"Try me."

It must be a sibling thing because a challenge enters both their eyes and it shines bright enough to dull the horrid neon lighting in the room.

"How do we kill Crown Prince Perseus Jackson?"

He blinks at her. Blinks again. And then he starts laughing. Knee slapping, stomach aching, wheezing kind of laughter. He can't breathe. He can't even see because his eyes are so filled with tears.

"I'm serious." She grinds out.

"How the fuck should I know? We don't discuss ways to kill each other," He rolls his eyes, muttering "Even if we do think about it."

"You must know. You have to know. It is woven into your DNA. You meet each other in every lifetime and die. You have seen it for centuries."

His fading laughter vanishes completely as he whips his head up to look at her. "What?"

"You and Perseus. You guys are immortal deities who appear whenever the world needs to be remade.” Her voice is impatient as if he should know this. As if she’s explaining it to an incompetent child. “You as the healer and him as the destroyer. But people and beings alike have been killing you for centuries because your presence means they will cease to exist. You have watched each other die multiple times. You have revived each other multiple times too."

"So you're saying we're soulmates?" He can hardly believe what he's hearing. It sounds like the biggest load of bullshit he's ever heard.

"No. You're more than that. You aren't just two halves that fit to make a whole. You aren't even two wholes that fit to make a pair. You are each other. You do not exist without him. He does not exist without you. You are not bound by souls or hearts or whatever us humans believe is the epitome of love. You are bound by life."

"I don't believe you." He rolls his eyes. This is garbage. This is nonsense. This is not real.

"I don't really have time to argue with you about it. Just tell me what I need to know and you will be spared."

"Why should I?" He's not even considering it. He would never betray his husband like that. Would never put the Prince in such volatile danger.

"Because if you don't," She gives another of her terrifying grins, "The kingdom you know and love will crumble to nothing."

"You're lying."

"It's already started Jason." She cackles, "The more time you spend with Perseus the more he will bleed into you and you into him. There are already cracks in the castle. Do you really want to risk it?"

His heart is pounding but she is wrong. Isn't she? "I don't believe you." He says again.

"Oh Jase," She gives him a pitying look and he wants to rip her eyes out and toss them in a lake to watch the fish. "The Castle of Caelum is falling to the ground. Your Prince's blood spilled on mom's roses and they crumbled to dust. There are splinters in the stone. They will become chasms. Either you help us or you risk your precious kingdom turning to debris right before you."

"And what's in it for me?"

"You'll be spared from the slaughter of the monarchs."

"And my husband?"

"He will die. This is non negotiable. One of you must, to stop you from fulfilling your fates. We have someone with him right now."

Wrong answer. But he bows his head and pretends to mull it over. Inside his thoughts are whirring like a new machine and plan after plan formulates in his mind.

"Okay Annabeth Chase, my sister," He smiles soft and sweet. She returns it in triumph. "I will join your rebellion. I will tell you how to kill my husband."

And as she picks him up from the floor and removes the invisible ties keeping him pinned to the concrete he allows himself a secret smile of his own. It hints at the malice, the destruction, to come. They made the biggest mistake of their lives when they took him away from the Prince. They will pay.

I'm coming for you Percy.

So Crown Prince Jason Grace loops his arm through his sister's and makes friends with his enemy.

together or not at all. find him. find him. find him.

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I don’t really know how I feel about this part. Feels a bit all over the place but at least we’re getting some clarification which is cool. Also are Annabeth and the rebels the good guys or bad guys for wanting to save the world from Jase and Perc? *raises eyebrow curiously*

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