#little tailsman

[grayanimates]

hi

TAILS DOOOLLLLLL

[katyspersonal]

Hey so, i kinda am a little confused at how things make more sense now, (referring to the post with tigers) how does it makes sense now?

Okay, this is a reference to this post:

I am cracking up at this meme format every time hdfshsdg I assume you both are referring to the last part and not just anon, since the first one is kinda simple: Marika's reactionary paranoia towards any subspecies that believes they are divine has backstory, former deifying of Crucible was part of her clever plan to screw Hornsent over as soon as she can since they mention her "betrayal" and snakes are seen as traitor of the Erdtree as Messmer and his simps were thrown under the bus blablabla we heard all this

As for Ensha: My friend @val-of-the-north made a better post on the topic here ( x )! I recommend simply reading it, but I will summarise anyway!

So, the gold of the Erdtree and Scadutree are connected as they're two sides of each other, for starters! Ensha's bones are strangely golden too, and they even share the same passive power of slowly healing the wearer as gold of the Erdtree with their stones of tailsmans depicting the Erdtree sap! It is now very likely to suggest that he was a warrior blessed in a similar way, but brought back since he was a king, a very important figure!

The term 'soulless' is otherwise used exclusively for the Demigods that died in the Night of the Black Knives; Godwyn and those who are now buried in Mausoleums and guarded by their headless knights! Ensha is not only called that, but also his "weapon" is a literal skeletal arm latching onto him 🤔 Him having been one of the warriors blessed upon death, but having his death somehow disturbed after Shattering works naturally! Maybe other corpses instinctively crawled towards him because the healing power still lives in him. I also like to think that this golden energy was what deceived D's radar x) Besides, Roundtable Hold welcomes not only Tarnished because Dolores, stated to once have been a part of the Roundtable Hold, wasn't one for example:

Radiant golden eyes are not the thing that happens with Tarnished, with the exception of Anastasia who became monstrous upon eating many people ( x ) Hers are closer to the effect of eating Dragons' hearts on the eyes than grace

(P.S. Mentioned already, but Ensha can't talk and Alberich, who was driven mad by people talking shit about him, coincidentally drops a Tainter's Tongue which is also golden! Alberich was heretical from the Golden Order standpoint, so Ensha's backstory being linked with it would explain speaking not kindly of him.. and paying I guess 💀 )

As for Dung Eater: Apparently, sun-face is connected with the Fell God!

I need a button on my keyboard that just says 'sorry I forgot to copy a screenshot' fdshdfhsd Okay so, I did kinda think that 'the guidance he once saw' was supposed to refer to being called by Grace, especially since Gold has subtle connection with the sunlight. But even back then it didn't make much sense because all Tarnished depicted in the intro were shown to be raised from their deaths by Grace (except for maybe Fia but overall it is complicated how deathbed mechanics works)! And so he already had the sun symbol before:

Besides, according to Boggart, who shared jail with him (weird flex to put a thief together with a serial killer but sure), he was already doing.. whatever he was doing. So I decided I didn't have enough braincells to understand and left it for later, and I was right I guess fhhdfsd

Apparently, Fell God has connection with the horns, so, Crucible! It is like a missing link in why two of Marika's children were born Omens and why Leonine Misbegotten, the ones with red manes, are internally known as 'children of radagon' ( x )! Also, one of the Leonine has Radagon's sword!

Omens also are haunted by Wraiths, who are both fire creatures and have horns:

^ a kind of 'fire' Omens with uncut horns can summon, fire Morgott explodes into upon stage transition, and also Dung Eater can summon wraiths too! The wraiths do respond to the bells of wraith-callers as well!

The nature of these spirits is for another tangent (and yes I do have a guess fdhfds), but yes it seems like that the "guidance" he envisioned was actually about Fell God, and not Grace! His goal is and already was to curse everyone with Omen stuff, whatever is the reason. He might have came in contact with a weird power and decide it was a good goal to pursue, much like Gowry and Shabriri (Flame of the Fell God states that Fell God still lurks even after death). Or maybe he was strangely in contact with the wraiths despite not being an Omen himself, and their own yearning for curse upon everyone descending from Marika rubbed onto him? (could also explain why he feels like he should have been born an Omen) Or maybe he himself just researched a lot, in simple terms, he is Just Like That xD In any case there is finally some extra context to it!

[3xen]

tending to them after a mission; aamon & hayabusa

n. wrote this out of sheer boredom, it was not an idea to dismiss.

c. formality, bandages/bandaging, sickness, use of ‘love’ multiple times

hayabusa

nightfall had quickly made its first appearance as you forge ahead towards hayabusa’s estate. you ensure you’ve brought your basket of supplies in your grasp by looking down at your hands, you could not afford forgetting any medical tool or ointment.

during his departure, hayabusa left in a haste. he spared no details about his mission. you didn’t press on the subject knowing it was disrespectful to distract any ninja on a journey, nonetheless a man of house. you decided it would be best to ignore the aching questions you had and wait for his arrival back at the scarlet shadow. 

the sight of tall hedges enter your line of sight, informing you that you were reaching closer. your nerves already jittering throughout your body, it was like meeting him for the first time again. 

you had yet to inform hayabusa about your visit, you hoped he’d at least be a little delighted to see you. hayabusa wasn’t a reckless fighter and he did not let his emotions deceive him while in combat, but he could get out of line sometimes. 

it was rare to ever be tending to his injuries. usually he’d come home unharmed and well but apparently he’d gone all out during this mission. he could be bloodied and beaten up now, or worse.

you drown those thoughts in thrill as you reach the entrance of the estate, being cautious as you step in. you know exactly where his room is, down the hall pass a few more rooms, marked with a protective tailsman. 

but instead of going straight to his room, you head toward the main room and pay respects to the shrine. it was a form of respect that honored the heart of the home. you knew hayabusa would do the same for you and your family. 

after paying your respects, you finally make your way towards his room, bowing to a few servants that pass by. your heart keeps panging in your chest, his room is right there! 

before even attempting to knock, you brush out your hair, straighten your yukata on the skirt and sleeves. you apply a little more gloss to your lips and fix your posture. 

“haya? it’s me, are you-“ 

“_____? come in.” you slide the door open, proceeding to take a few light steps into his room. your head hanging low, you slip your feet out of your sandals and carefully place them next to his. 

you slowly start to raise your head, stealing a glance at his form. until his eyes finally meet yours. you shift under his gaze, instantly rushing to his side apace. examining his state further, one can tell he’s obviously uncomfortable. 

“haya, are you alright? you wouldn’t mind tea would you?” his posture seems to soften as you suggest tea. he shakes his head, allowing you to grab the handle of the tea kettle sitting on the table in his room. 

you grab a few tea packets, dropping them in the liquid of the tea kettle. you hoped hayabusa didn’t mind the company, or would he rather be alone now? tea, and that was it? you're too preoccupied perfecting the tea, you don’t notice as he heavily tenses behind you. 

he clears his throat and you whip your gaze to him. did you do something wrong? you purse your lips, nerves on edge. 

“my shoulder.. it’s my shoulder.” he plainly admits, avoiding any contact between your eyes. you keep quiet, instead, sliding over to his side. he shifts mostly on his right side, indicating exactly where his injury was. your hands drag along his elbow, up to his shoulder to the hem of his yukata, eventually pulling it down with caution. 

he lets out a quiet groan, as your hands smoothly pull down the right side of his yukata. you decided you would ignore his cries of discomfort and instead focus on bandaging him up properly. 

the bandages, of course, looked horrid. it was wrapped poorly, starting from his left pec down to his abdomen. it hadn’t been rewrapped for days.

you began the unwrapping process. already, the bruises started to form of a blueish-purple hue. you're sure to be careful during the process, his body was tight enough. if he’s moving around too much, it is certain to become worse. 

“did that man deserve your time?” 

“he threatened you.” 

it was something new to hear, a small medical ninja like you? being the talk of the lands? oh no.

“kept spitting insults at you. i would never allow someone like him to make such comments about my wife.” you sigh, hayabusa was on a roll tonight. you’d like to shut him up with a smart remark, but his injuries needed care for. 

“said the times of medical ninjas were over, do you not feel enraged as you hear those words?” you scoop a bit of ointment onto your fingers from the metal tiny tin, applying loads of ointment on his chest where dark hues were becoming more visible. 

“infact, no.” you reply, still engrossed more into his injuries. you continue applying ointment to his splendid build and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. 

“are you sure he insulted me? or you?” 

“he got through your head, love. i thought you said no emotions on the battlefield.” you tighten the lid around the metal tin, placing it aside and moving to the next procedure. he frowns in his stance, shaking his head in disapproval. 

“i suppose you are right love.. just the thought of seeing that atrocious man once more irks me.” you unravel the newly roll of bandages and position yourself sitting in front of him.

smiling, “falling in love.. is something foolish. we do terrible things for the people we love.”

aamon

you had informed all nurses to head back to their stations, this day specifically. the maids gossiped, and gossiped. so you could only assume word spread around here quick. aamon the duke of house paxley was being bedridden because of his latest mission. arriving back from yours aswell, your natural drive led you to head straight towards his quarters.

“oh aamon! are you in here by any chance?” he hears your voice chime through the wide walls and tall ceiling. he couldn’t be more overjoyed to see you. you had gone on a mission for what felt like ages. he was cooped up in his room without any company, even gusion refused to keep him company for a while!

“oh, my pretty girl.”

“you don’t look too handsome yourself.” at this point, his eye bags were heavier than you had ever seen them. he, overall, looked exhausted. you were extremely worried about him, it was a great thing you’d ever even think about cutting your mission short.

“how are you feeling?”

“fine, im taking it easy on my body.” you sit on the side of his bed, thinking of ways to get him feeling just a little better.

you abruptly stood up, marching toward the bathroom then out the double doors to his room. aamon was quite unsure of your actions, simply watching with curious eyes.

you come back shortly with a rag in hand and a bowl of soup. he looks unimpressed, but still complies as you order him to sit up

“valentina mentioned something about being prone to sickness in the paxley family.”

“what?”

“eat.” you bring a spoonful of chicken soup to his lips. he refuses the spoon and pushes it away from his lips.

“im okay _____, really. why don’t you get some rest?” aamon dodges your request by all means. he would like to not have worried you. he was informed you indeed made it back safely. but him being bedridden and all was no way of a ruler of his country. nor was it anything to bother you with. aamon knew you were tired yourself. he was not worth discarding sleep.

“what nonsense are you on about?” you were determined to nurse him back to health, whether he made a fuss about it or not.

“did you miss me?”

“perhaps.” forcing the spoon in his mouth, he hesitantly accepts it. you smile at his cooperation. your hands go for the wet rag and set it gently atop his forehead.

“now, please rest. our stories will have to wait for later, love.” aamon’s body relaxes at your words.

“im fine love. can you just accompany me for today?” he whines, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

“your hands are cold.” you mutter with a smile on your face. slipping under the covers with his hands wrapped around your waist.

it sealed your fate whenever you climbed into bed with him, who knew how long you were going to be here. you wished you could have prepared better if you knew of this.

“you won’t keep me for too long will you?” aamon nuzzled into your chest, ignoring all your remarks. he was comforted by your words. even if you were teasing.

“you were gone far too long. i sat in this empty room for days.”

“im sorry, i was lonely myself,”

“you were my only concern.”

© 3xen

[mokokone]

Since you do demon slayer and mononoke, can I request a demon slayer reader x Kusuriuri/medicine seller. I heard that he's a kitsune, and I saw that kitsure are equated to demons. So, like the reader is trying to kill Kusuriuri's, but he always manages to escape her attempts (kinda like a cat and a mouse game), and it slowly starts to become a relationship (Maybe he saves her from a strong Mononoke, its up to you lol). Of course you don't have to do this, love your work! ♥️♥️

A/n: This was fun to write. Though I did have a hard time trying to fit Kusuriuri in the Demon Slayer universe. I honestly don't think he would fair against Muzan and his demons since they're basically still humans and Kusuriuri only fights against Mononoke. I am also not good at writing something like a Tom & Jerry chase scenario so forgive me if this doesn't meet your standards.

Anyway, I hope you like, comment, reblog (only if you want to), and enjoy!

Encounter - The Medicine Seller x DemonSlayer!Reader [ᴍᴏɴᴏɴᴏᴋᴇ x ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ: ᴋɪᴍᴇᴛꜱᴜ ɴᴏ ʏᴀɪʙᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ]

Your Kasugai crow had informed you hours ago to head west. You obediently followed its guidance, sprinting as quickly as you could until you arrived at the rural mountain village where a peculiar string of disappearances and murders had occurred.

During your investigation, you're informed by the residents that a mysterious man has been spotted roaming the streets after dark and leaving behind a number of strange ofuda (paper tailsman) on people's doors and was carrying a box on his back.

He had arrived like the wind, proclaiming to be a medicine vendor, and was last seen wandering down the old pine forest road.

Despite the fear that gripped the neighborhood, no one could say for sure who this mysterious man was or what his intentions might be.

You weren't too surprised. As a Kanoto-ranked demon slayer, you were certain that this so-called "medicine seller" is the demon responsible for kidnapping and killing people.

Though it's likely the vile fiend wasn't as powerful as a Kizuki member, you knew not to underestimate any demon─regardless of their rank.

After all, even lower-ranked demons could prove to be formidable opponents if not dealt with carefully. As you set out to hunt down the demon behind the gruesome acts, you made sure to prepare yourself for whatever challenges may come your way. With your trusted blade and unwavering determination, you were ready to face whatever horrors awaited you in the shadows.

When nightfall came, you opted to patrol the streets and wait for the man to strike so you could slay him. You had already instructed your crow to call for backup immediately in case things were to go wrong.

You didn't survive in the Demon Slayer Corps for this long without a good reason. It was your duty to protect the innocent and rid the world of evil, no matter the cost. And you were more than willing to fulfill that duty, even if it meant putting your own life on the line.

Thus, the hunt was on!

At first, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and it was so quiet that you had to fight to remain conscious. Luckily, your time on Mount Fujikasane forced you to always remain on your guard while on missions.

Suddenly, the tap of wooden geta caught your attention, and when you snapped your head towards the sound, you saw a man with a purple bandana tied around his head and carry a strange box on his back.

The box reminded you of the one your friend Tanjiro Kamado uses to carry his little sister Nezuko.

His skin is very pale, his ears are pointy, and he has sharp canine teeth and dark blue eyes. His hair is dirty blonde and he is dressed in a vibrant kimono. Red markings outline the outsides of his eyes, with teardrop shapes underneath. He appears to be smirking, but it's actually because of a purple mark on his upper lip.

He, in fact, didn't appear to be human at all! Surely he must be the demon going around murdering people.

You gripped your katana tightly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you stared down the strange man before you.

Before you could even think twice, your body reacted instinctively, fluid and precise, as you lunged forward with the intent to behead the perceived demon.

"I have you now, demon!" you declared, voice laced with a mixture of determination and a hint of bloodlust as you unsheathed your nichirin blade.

 It was a game of cat and mouse, with you relentlessly pursuing the stranger, driven by your conviction that this man was a demon that needed to be vanquished.

The stranger, however, seemed unfazed by your aggression, and with a brief glance, he turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows of the surrounding woods. Without hesitation, you gave chase, your feet pounding against the forest floor as you pursued the fleeing figure.

 As the chase continued, the stranger seemed to effortlessly weave through the dense foliage, his movements fluid and graceful. You, however, refused to be deterred, your determination fueling your every step.

 "You can't run forever, demon!" You shouted, your voice echoing through the woods.

 The stranger remained silent, focusing on his escape. You could feel the frustration building within you, your desire to catch the elusive figure growing stronger with each passing moment.

 Suddenly, the stranger took a sharp turn, disappearing behind a thicket of trees. You followed suit, your katana raised and ready to strike. But as you reached the clearing, the stranger was nowhere to be seen...

"Wh-what?" You quickly scanned the area, your senses heightened, searching for any sign of the fleeing demon.

"What is this demon you speak of?" Said a voice from behind you.

Startled, you quickly swung your sword back. However, the stranger skillfully intercepted your strike, effortlessly catching the blade between his index and middle finger.

"I'm afraid you must have me confused with someone else." With a quick flick of his wrist, he makes you lower your katana, and you can't help but snarl.

"I am not a demon, but a medicine seller," the stranger continued, his voice calm and soothing. "I am simply passing through," he tells you.

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The stranger's words seemed too good to be true, and his demeanor was too composed for someone who claimed to be innocent.

You scoffed, unable to contain your skepticism. "Yeah right. Are you seriously expecting me to believe that?"

The stranger's smile remained unwavering, and his expression betrayed no hint of offense at your disbelief. It was as if he had anticipated your reaction and was prepared to face your doubts head-on.

You stepped back, putting some distance between you two, before gripping and raising your katana once more. "With that appearance, anyone can see you're not human," you add, and you launch at him again.

The medicine seller was quick as he countered your attack with a weapon of his own. His blade was sheathed, with the saya (scabbard) being unlike anything you've ever seen. The hilt had the appearance of a komainu that's commonly found in Shinto shrines. And you could swear it clicked its teeth at you.

That's not normal.

You hesitated, unsure of what to make of this eponymous stranger who seemed to be more than meets the eye. However, you were finding it hard to believe his words.

"I understand your doubts, little demon slayer," the medicine seller said, his voice soft and suave. "But I assure you, I'm no demon, just a medicine seller, and my intentions are of no ill-will." He reassures.

"Besides, you should know not to ever judge a book by its cover."

"I..." You balk. "I don't trust you," you muttered, eyeing him warily as you tightened your grip on your own weapon, ready for any sudden moves.

The medicine seller merely chuckled. "Trust is a luxury not easily afforded in our line of work," he replied cryptically, his tone still gentle. "But rest assured, I am here to help, not harm."

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The Komainu hilt seemed to mock you with its silent gaze, adding to the mystery surrounding this enigmatic figure before you.

"However, if you wish to kill me, then I am afraid I'd have no choice but to defend myself," he warned, his eyes never leaving yours.

In one swift movement, his weapon clashes with yours, knocking you back some. You attempted to use your Wisteria Breathing technique to counter his attack, but he was already one step ahead, effortlessly dodging your moves with a smirk on his face.

You couldn't help but admire his agility and skill.

As your little fight of keep away continued, you couldn't help but wonder about the true intentions of this enigmatic man.

Was he truly here to help, as he claimed, or was there more to his story than met the eye?

The way he moved with grace and precision was a clear indication of his expertise in combat, making it clear that you were facing a formidable opponent.

Frustration started to consume you as you observed that he showed no intention of drawing his sword or harming you in any way.

"Are you affiliated with Kibutsuji Muzan?" you inquired, seeking clarity.

"Muzan...?" The medicine seller tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"Y'know? The Demon King?" You prodded, trying to jog his memory.

"Hmm, I never heard of him," he responded. "Is he Mononoke?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Oh wow, perhaps he is telling the truth about not being a demon, especially considering his unfamiliarity with Muzan.

You stopped attacking him and took a step back, feeling a mix of both relief and confusion. The medicine seller's genuine expression and lack of recognition of the name Kibutsuji Muzan made you question your assumptions.

Maybe he truly was not connected to the demons in any way. As you observed him closely, you noticed there wasn't a rank or number etched in his pupil, indicating that he's not a member of The Twelve Kizuki.

Despite his bizarre, non-human appearance, you couldn't help but believe him as you took your sword and sheathed it. The medicine seller, seeing this, puts his weapon away as well, tucking it into the obi of his kimono.

The tension in the air dissipated slowly as you considered the possibility that the medicine seller was not your enemy after all. His demeanor, now that you had stopped attacking him, was one of peaceful contemplation.

"So, you're not a demon?" You inquired.

"As I said before, I'm a humble medicine seller just passing through," he restated.

"Are you the one responsible for putting those strange tailsmans on people's doors?"

"Yes," he answered in earnest.

"Why?" You prressed further, wanting to understand his motives.

"To protect people from mononoke," he explained. "They're vengeful spirits that feed off negative emotions, do things like possess individuals, and make them suffer, cause disease, or even death."

"Oh!" You're surprised at this, as the medicine seller continues.

"I use my knowledge and abilities to fend off the mononoke until I can learn the spirit's shape, truth, and reason. Only then can I unsheathe my blade and kill the spirit." He said, gesturing to the seemingly sentient sword in his obi.

"So, you're like me but a ghost hunter?" You asked, now both intrigued and amazed, as stars twinkled in your eyes.

The medicine seller chuckles, "Sort of."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you realized that the medicine seller was actually not a threat. The initial fear and tension that had gripped you just moments ago now seemed like a distant memory.

"That's so cool, Mr. Kusuriuri-san," you commented, and he smiled at the name.

Soon, you felt a twinge of guilt for attacking him earlier as you lean forward and bow. "Please forgive me, Kusuriuri, for trying to kill you," you apologized.

"I was quick to judge you without knowing the whole story," you added, feeling a sense of regret for your actions.

But the medicine seller simply chuckled and reassured you that he held no grudges.

"It's okay, little demon slayer. It is a common reaction when faced with the unknown," he reassured you, his tone gentle as always. "You were simply doing your job. I understand it's your solemn duty to protect humanity from this Muzan and his army of demons."

You blushed upon feeling his hand pat your head, a gesture that conveyed both approval and reassurance. In that moment, you felt a surge of gratitude towards him for his understanding. It was a reminder of why you had taken on the mantle of demon slayer in the first place—to safeguard the innocent and uphold justice in a world threatened by Muzan and his demons.

It seems both you and Kusuriuri share a common goal. You, a demon slayer, and he, a mononoke hunter, both seek to rid the world of dark forces that threaten the balance.

"So, what are the mononoke you're hunting, Kusuriuri-san?" You soon asked him.

"They are ikiryō (live spirits) and are the restless souls of the villagers who have been slaughtered by the demon you've been summoned to seek and destroy." He tells you.

"Really?"

"Yes," Kusuriuri nods. "The demon is their truth, but unfortunately, my abilities are futile against such a fiend. So, I'm in need of your aid, demon slayer. If you kill the vile demon, only then can I vanquish the ikiryō, so that they may find peace." He explains.

As you mulled over Kusuriuri's words, you realized the fate of the village rested in your hands, and the lives of the innocent villagers hung in the balance.

And so, with determination coursing through you, you smiled before agreeing to lend him your aid.

"Thank you," Kusuriuri murmured as he then informed you where the demon was hiding.

You were ready to confront the demon and bring peace to the restless souls.

[f0retells]

IN RESPONSE TO : PROMPT 001 WARNINGS : religious allegories (buddhism based), physical disassociation.

from the moment you closed your eyes, you knew something was wrong. though nightmares have always been close to you, haven't they? a dearest friend wrapping their arms around your shoulders. a suffocating embrace. maybe this was simply a curse to correlate the gift of the mind's eye. a reminder that you too, are never free from equal exchange. a balancing act. but this thought is nothing new. your eyes are closed. you know they're closed, but they open again to spiraling halls and intricate webbings of red strings.

hallways lit by dim, flickering yellow lights wind in front of you. strings bathed in red crawling against the walls and floor. the breath you choke feels too real and echoes unnaturally around you. deep-rooted is the urge to press forward ; an ancient force guiding you to walk further down the predetermined path. despite ( it's always despite with you, isn't it ? ) it, you stumble backwards with heavy legs. there isn't a backwards, is there? you know this as your shoulders collide with a cool wall. it's touch bringing another gasp from your lips. shock, at the sensation. shock, at the authenticity of the chill.

there is no option to turn away / there is no room to deny your fate.

with a pounding, weak-willed heart you begin to step forward. footfall meek, feather-light like the wings of your namesake. the strings seem to vibrate as if they are strummed. as if they're pleased in your decision to face your― wait, face your what? what are you facing? a shock of terror courses through your veins. hot like the unforgiving rays of summer sun. you fear your skin will alight. that your punishment is to burn. nothing comes. this is the last sensation of relief you feel for this trial.

the string begins to invade more of the way the further you walk ; overgrowing like ivy against sidings of a house. the more they knot together the more you struggle to breathe. the hallway seems to breathe with you ; mimicking the expansion and collapse of your lungs. it's horrifying in its own right. as if your inside yourself, experiencing the depths of your very soul and that which binds you. at last a door appears after what feels like hours of walking. red, like the strings sinking into it. from the floor, the walls, the ceiling they all seem to connect to the doorframe. bleed into the paint, become the red paint. this time you cannot will yourself to stumble back, to avoid. your hand lifts without resistance and twist the knob.

the trill of bells startles you. tinny, an abundance of chimes. you recognize them from vcr's of your parents. this mimics the static of those bells, sacred to your heritage and beliefs. a sound meant to purify, protect. yet it's never been more haunting. you've never felt more threatened in your life. you push open the door and the space before you is bleak. darkness, alive. little silver bells tinkling with nonexistent light. the middle of this darkness sits a familiar table. one with a red table cloth with trims of delicate gold. everything is in place, including the talisman you'd left perfectly centered in the middle. ( you remember, don't you? the sensation of dread before you'd left? your last client's reading had been horrific. left an ashy taste in your mouth, like fire. like the depicted to be wield in the tower's card. you'd crafted this tailsman yourself ; uttered the protection spell in your mother tongue and left. it ― )

fire sparks from the center of the ink inlayed charm. growing in intensity in a matter of seconds. its then you realize you're sitting at the table. you weren't before. you couldn't feel the heat against your face at the birth of flame, but now you feel it licking your damp cheeks. sweat or tears? you couldn't tell. you watch as the flame engulfs the very center of your divination prowess. how it disintegrates and swallows it down to ash. dissonant is the whisper of this flame, dissonant like the chanting beginning to sound. and the words: liar.

you're a liar. you've forsaken your honor. why did you lie to me? why couldn't you warn me? you warned her remember?

liar. liar. liar. this is your fault. this is all your fault. you've violated your―

the words drown out the very sound of your hammering heart ― they become a part of you. eat you down to the marrow until your body becomes numb. distant, like you're a floating essence. and then, the faces. black and engulfed in shadow with red eyes begin to surround your seat. the voices continue to taunt you with increasing volume. the shadowy figures whirling around in a circle, leaning until you have no choice to look them in their soulless red eyes. it continues, until you finally see a familiar face. the features so devastatingly clear to you and covered in fresh blood.

you scream―

birdie screams. jolts from their bed with beads of sweat racing down cheekbones. fingers clench the front of a damp, white tee in fists. he knows he's awake now, fully present, but the sensation of leering faces doesn't feel so distant. from the corner of their eye, they catch movements in the shadows. like hiding figures ducking from discovery. as if they're still taunting them. birdie can't bring himself to move quite yet. limbs feeling detached and bones weighed by bricks. 'am i really awake?' they struggle to ask themself in mind alone. 'am i free?' eyes slowly move from the taunting darkness to the dim alarm clock, blaring the time in red: 3:24 AM. the red makes birdie sick to his stomach, twists into knots.

it takes them exactly ten minutes to conquer their stupor and move from the bed. their legs still feel detached and distant from their body, but they're determined to move anywhere but here. despite this the bedroom still houses the sickening dread. for a moment they hear the bells again and think they're dangling in their peripherals. when they look, they only see the hanger supporting a jacket. that's what drives them to move, to escape from the prison in his own fucking room. birdie contemplates reaching for the drawer his incense is stored. to utter a prayer above it's smoldering tip, breathe the comforting scent of jasmine. the thought of a match's flame banished the thought. cheeks, still, reddened and hot from their torment.

they take on a different goal : leave the apartment entirely. birdie finds this doable after a minute of willing their breath to a reasonable pace. quick to jump from the bed and even quicker to snag the closest astray pants and jacket, they practically make a run to their front door. the exit is far from brisky, nor is it easy. their fingers tremble and they can swear there's a breath against their neck as they shut the door. the halls are another trek of dread ; dimly lit just like within the dream. but the pattern of the carpet and eggshell white of the walls deter their mind from imagining the red strings.

despite their waking state and the reminder that they're emulating the experience ( going forward, magnetically pulled. through hallways, through doors ), their family's fortune shop comes to mind. the talisman, destroyed by flame. they have to check it. they can't deny the curiosity.

birdie damn near runs once they hit the street, thankful for the linings of streetlights and the clear presence of the moon. it doesn't quell the lurking figures in the corners of visions, but they will themself not to look. they will themself not to fall back into the dream. they convince themself they'll be safer at the very desk they were tormented at.

at least, there, means of protection came in abundance. at least there, they could admit the voices weren't lying without fear of being swallowed by a pit forming in their bed.

at least there... he could cry in the safety of remnant energy left behind by his parents. they'd be so disappointed in him if they knew his lies, wouldn't they? maybe that's why he wants to cry so much.

[eggman91]

voodoo Mordecai au chapter 1

it was a silent night in st,Louis well it was, until after a short gunfight or massacre really i stood standing in the middle of the warehouse looking over himself i was lucky my coat didn’t get any blood or bullet holes I didn’t really want to spend the entire night doing laundry

I looked over and of course the savoys was looting what these double dealers had i scoff annoyed, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue ..wait..there was 7 of them and there only 6 in I look over to the spot the leader was and there was blood trail where Serafine had shot the leader his name couldn’t come to him but that doesn’t matter i follow the trail and out the back into the alley and there he was on the alley clutching something

I approached, ready to put a bullet to him, but . He was definitely dead blood loss already? But what was he clutching I wouldn’t care but maybe it could end a clue to whom they was double dealing mister sweet would like that I slowly grab his I didn’t like touching dead bodies, but it was my job. And …no it was just some swamp tailsman with a symbol

I was going to toss it back to the ground but suddenly a voice it was Nico “ Whacha got there peekon?” “ these rumrunner they was form New Orleans ?” I was walking over back inside the warehouse “oui dat fat man said dis boys was “ Mordecai look at the talisman “ well they appear fellow believers of yours “ Nico laughs slightly as Serafine join the conversation “ Oh, you just thinking anyone from Louisiana is a voodoo dat little silly ain’t it “ as they share a little laugh they both stop immediately as I hold the talisman

“ is this familiar?” They look at as Serafine just smile “ oh yes de grand zombi grandfather rattlesnake” I was getting annoyed again more of this swamp spirit, “ I thought you two followed your maitre Carrefour “ Serafine laughs slightly “ he our patron but there many loa “ Nico “he one of dat chief “ I only scowl “ ok then you two take it Serafine shake her head “ you’re de one who picked it up it chose you and if you take it we leave you be for the rest of the week”

I simply deadpanned “ tempting offer but I have no use for it besides already have that.. the one you carve into me” I was about hand to them but they just shake there head and continue to the car as I join and there a was a bin near by the door and I was about to throw it in there but… they would leave me alone if I take it no harm in but as we walk out I hear some drums soft I look back but nothing so I continue

later I was at my apartment I was doing some of my taxes the season was coming up, an atlas always told me to do them taxe fraud could take anyone down but as I do, so I was looking at the talisman but it was late I could finish them at the morning as got up and got into bed placing the talisman near my glasses and so I slept

well chapter 1 done listen, I was going to post this on ao3 but for some reason I can’t get account and i writing on paper to plan it out then type it but yeah as always show your opinion and criticism by the way, I’m a terrible writer

[aloneatpeace]

In another universe

Chapter 10

Last warning

ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴇsᴛᴠɪᴇᴡ

" We can't pick up any signals sir " The agent infrom hayward.

"Did the girl wake up "

"Not yet sir "

Sam sat in front of the tv trying to get back the sit com.

"Did you get it? " Dean urge.

"No. its like there were destroyed. Only thing we have is the last episode .no new show "

Sam type away in his computer.

"hey look "

"So twins hahha! "

"Yeah " You rock the crib. "You know I had a brother his name was jack " Voice soft sadness and pain evident. Monica glance at you Sympathyicaly. You start to sing a lullaby.

"He was killed by hunters right "

At her comment you stop.

"What did you say " You ask after a pause voice hidden with threat.

" He... Let me change the diaper " She start move towards the kids but you stand take step forwards. Making her step back.

"Y/n clam down "

"How do you know that " You take menacing step toward her.

She gulp as you stand in front of her. "What is that " You point at the tailsman in her neck. "How do you know about jack "

"Who are you " Your kids start to cry.

"Y/n "she gulp "I'm your neighbour Monica". Fear evident in his voice. " You know me "

" No you're not"  You lift your palm red glow appear brightly "You're a stranger" Monica step back..

"Y/n....clam down .I'm your friend "

"You are not my neighbor and your definitely not my friend "both arms lifted at your side the red mist moving around your palm. " You're intruder, a stranger , And now You're trespassing my home, and i want you leave " You thrust your hands towards her sending her flying through the walls and into outside of the hex. You bring your hands up fixing the damage that you done.

"Well that was something else " Dean comment.

" So she is intead a threat to humanity " Hayward grin. Jimmy looked uneasy at haywards comment as dean roll his eyes.

" Sir she is awake "

The Salvatore speed to Bonnie the rest trailing behind them.

Bonnie sit there in shock of what just happened. Footsteps sound reach her ear.

"Damon, Stefan " Bonnie embrace her friends

Hayward walks in. "Miss you were in that hex for 2 days . How do you feel , you were in there for a quiet long time ."

"I'm good now "

" What do you remember? " Sam question

"Pain, agony and y/n voice in my head "

"You're witch right. Is it Y/n who doing all this? " Hayward get straight to the pont. As they watch the seen played.

"Yes ......but she didn't.. "

"Miss i asked you that was she is the behind all of this and you're the victim and she is the one who let you stay there against your will " Hayward cut off bonnie And bonnie nodded her head as her answer."thats all i needed to know"

He turn into the Winchester's "thank you for your help. Now your work here is done . You can leave now from here our own team will take care of it "

"Leave? But the case is not closed yet " Sam hissed. He been spending day and night on this trying to find how you're doing this.

"Your job was find who behind all this and you did. Your work here done. I suggest you all leave " Hayward bossed.

Sam start to walk towards him "what? ?I spend day and night here without a wink of sleep. And we couldn't even get through how to save the people in there or communicate with Y/n "

"Like I said there is no use for you guys here, your friend is free now , and your work here is done " Sam launch towards them but dean grab sam away from him.

"Sammy " Dean shoot a look at sam before turning to Hayward "we will leave " "satisfied with dean answer hayward leave the tent.

" You're not gonna leave it here are you? "Sam look at dean.

" Like hell I am. Captain asshole can suck it.I'm not leaving untill we get the people out of there "dean grumble.

Hayward walk into the lab "find me a tech that build in 80's an armed one "

"Of course sir "an anget replied.

" After the Winchester gone infrom me. We will take down this little witch " Hayward give them a arrogant smrik.

The Winchester and Salvatore walk out with bonnie a little further away from the tents as Jimmy helped them.

Bonnie step in front of them "okey now that we are here. I want to tell some thing "

"Yeah, tell us I love to gossip too " A british voice cheered. Bonnie turn to see the three Mikealson brothers standing. Klaus flash Bonnie a smirk.

"What the hell are you doing here? " She yell at them.

"Relax darling, we are here to see if you are okey " The three walk towards them.

"Who are they ? " Jimmy asked.

"Couple of originals who obsessed with me " Damon said sarcastically.

"Don't flatter yourself damon" Elijah chime in.

"First generation of vampires " Sam eyes widen at them.

"Aren't you sharp one " Klaus give him a charming smile.

"Great more vampires. Just what we needed " Dean groan

"Guys" Bonnie try to get there attention.

"Klaus Mikealson, I'm the hybrid "

"Elijah Mikealson "

"Guys! "

"Kol Mikealson "

"Sam Winchester and this is my brother dean Winchester ,hunters "

"I'm Jimmy woo , FBI "

"GUYS!!!" Bonnie yell at the top her lungs making them stop talking.

"Finally.can you listen for one second "they node at her.

" Y/n is not like any other witches I have seen. she didn't cast any spell when she throw me out of the hex. She is dangerous I agree to that but we can't let Hayward kill her. She didn't kill anyone the witches and hunters did.She is pain every day. She didn't mean any of this happen. She scared, alone and heart broken. There so much sorrow it was horrible and it's drowning her. We just need to help her. " An silence wash over them.

"Bonnie is right " At cas unexpected voice the vampires and hybrid showed their true face. Bonnie casted a spell. Jimmy and dean let out scream and Sam flinched at the voice.

"Son of bitch, a warning, a warning cas " Dean take breath as the other compress themselves.

         𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕

         𝔹𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕

                       𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕪.

The group run towards the front of the hex. Soldiers with ruffle are standing in Haywards side. The hex starts to glitch a person's figure coming .

You come out of the hex wearing a combat red suit. Right hand dragging the missile.

"Is this yours" You throw it to the feet of Hayward.

"What the hell did he do " Dean whisper.

"The missile was just precaution Y/n " He look up to you. " You can hardly blame us ".

Several riffle guns green laser pointed at your chest. But you stand there without baiting a eyes at it.

" Ohh, I think I can "you stare right into Hayward eyes confidently. " This will be your only warning . Stay out my home "voice asserting and cold." You stay in your side of the road and I'll stay in mine "

"I wish that it's was that simple Y/n.but you have taken a whole town as hostage"

"Well I'm not the one with the guns director " You huff.

"But you're the one in control" Bonnie softly said.

You turn at the voice "you're still here "

"Y/n , I'm not with them .I didn't know about the drone " Bonnie take step towards you.

"Why should I believe you? " You glare her .

"Because you trust me. You let me in your house. You let me delivered your babies. You trust me with them. Y/n , I want to help you."

Bonnie desperately try to clam you down.

"How ?.What could possibly you have to offer me " Your voice shudders in pure agony. The pain your voice piercing through their heart like a dagger. You look so broken, exhausted and tried nothing like what they saw on the show. No vibrant eyes, no beautiful sweet smile and there is no warmth in your voice.

"What do you want? " She ask you even though she could never give what you really want.

You tilt your head to side. Bonnie curse under breath. "I have want I want " You shift your eye at Hayward. "And nobody is taking it away from me " Hand slowly the red glow appear before it move towards the soldiers making them change their aim into Hayward chest.

"Whoa.. Whoa stand down, stand down " Hayward yell . You walk back to the hex and the hex turn into green. After your gone the soldiers fall to the ground.

The remaining people look at the hex with terror filled eyes.

ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇsᴛᴠɪᴇᴡ

You walk towards the Nusary but the kids are not there. Sound of laughter head from the backyard when you reach there you see Alex playing with the kids . The kids see you standing there.

"Mom" Oliver reach you first. Charile who is carbon copy of his father Run to you in the most funny way learning from his dad who laugh while running behind them.

Oh how you wished this stay like this forever.

Series masterlist

[wanou-dorm]

Introducing Hoshi to people

feat Several of @fumikomiyasaki Characters and @hey-its-cweepy

Nanoya

Hoshi: Flynn your Best friend …. a Giant Senient Bancho Mech!? , He sounds similar to most people from Onigashima…. but he all Rusted and He has all these Scratches and Dings on him …Are you okay?

Cweepy

Hoshi: a Weird sight. Seeing a Color changing Squid Swimming through the halls.She’s like a Little Plush. She seems Scared of a lot of things though .

Cho Hee

Hoshi; What dose Shu see in Octavinelle… Well He Is A Nice looking Four armed Fish creature… with a maw filled with teeth.

Gregory

Hoshi : - Throws Salt at him -

( Gregory is seen as some Shadowy Eldricht Creature he may get more Humaniod as Time gose one as Hoshi can hear his Voice instead of Distorted Gibberish after Flynn calmed him .. )

Marinus:

( Giant Deep sea Anomaly , Marinus is seen as Chimera Abomination of Deep sea life oh boy is he Ugly in Hoshi’s Eye and only what his Inner Beast looks like , No wonder he Didn’t want Shu to be attracted to him. )

Dallas

Hoshi: A Were Poodle an ugly Blonde Toy Poodle at that.

Hextian

no reaction Hoshi Fainted cause He’s a Bear and Has Better than Jack .

Leroy

Hoshi: … Yes I Drew Your Inner Beast , yes your inner Beasts looks like a Giant Salamander mixed with A Geko … It’s not Cool .. I can’t control what your inner beast looks like Unless you want to be A Rampaging monster lacking emotional Limits.

Henry

Hoshi: He’s looks So Freaky Like ,uncanny mix of Crab and Human

Carol

Hoshi: Oh your a Very pretty… Plant Gorgon?! Weird combo for an inner Beast but not the Weirdest.

Rubina

Hoshi: What a Lovely Young Man , I’m surprised you can even Hold such a muscular body in Such Vulnerable position for so long … Why are you Fussing at Flynn ……. I’m not blind I Just can’t see You … The Real Physical You , I can Only see your” Inner Beast” in which case is a Very Muscular Man. But Continue to Fuss At Flynn I thought he told you this After Nanoya.

Rubina But Her Sister took control

Hoshi: This What Tailsmans and Salt are For ,, BEGONE !!

[thenitemarehunter]

It’s a modest graveyard, near a small town, in the middle of nowhere on Sanus. Shion gently sweeps the leaves off the graves, and cleans the two head stones. They burn cleansing herbs and incense, two make sure the two people that rest there are at peace. One, a Huntsman that they looked up to, that they wished got to see them grow into the person they became. The other, the former graves keeper, who used to look after them when their parents were away working. Shion leaves new trinkets, little rocks, crystals, and tailsmans they collected from their travels for the two men that were both fathers to them. 

“Rest well,”

[emiline-northeto]

Not quite caught up on all of this week’s chapters of The Tailsman yet, but since I keep thinking I’ll post when I get caught up and things keep getting in the way, thought I’d make a quick post. 

One of my favorite words I’ve learned so far is cumbrous (it means cumbersome). There’s just something very snazzy about it.

I have a question about the hermit - I thought that they had first established that he’s way the heck out on his own, and that he’s difficult to find, etc, and then it turns out there’s an entire secret church with a bunch of nuns and an escaped prince and princess in the mountain? (caves?) so close that there’s a staircase from the hermit’s place to this secret church. It seems a little odd that he’s out there being a hermit right next to a secret church, even if he does insist that he cannot go in and must be blindfolded so as not to see it. Did I miss something? Will it be explained later? How have they kept a secret? 

[fumikomiyasaki]

🔁  ─  swap bodies with yours - Hoshi/Flynn - probably Enlightening to see your friends and Dormmates through his eyes .

He finally Understand why he slaps a tailsman on Greg’s Forehead and throw Salt whenever Flynn’s Tried to Introduce him .

but more chaos will insue if you open Hoshi’s Normal eyes so dont .

and/or

🃏  ─  Turn into a Gecko  - Shu/ Leroy /Carol- Guess it’s too late to mention that Shu’s Easily spooked.

Bewitched

After Hoshi wanted to visit Flynn yet he got caught up in a problem of an Alchemy experiment suddenly things were odd... Flynn looked around but it felt like he entered a fever dream... everyone looked really weird... yet he did hear a familiar voice.

“Its you right, Flynn? Its so odd to see myself how others see me...”

“So we swapped bodies... what a terrible predicament... ahhh”

He was frightened seeing the thing next to me... Hoshi in Flynns body looked also in surprise... it was Gregory for sure but for the both of them it was very odd to see him.

“So you aren’t that scary.”

“What the heck are ya talking about Flynn?”

“No I am not-”

Flynn meanwhile in Hoshis body backed off a little after seeing how Hoshi sees him...

“This ist frightening I must admit even to a gentleman as myself but... its kinda funny how you see me.”

“We should still get an antidote but... somewhat I am curious about this... would you mind if we walk like this a little longer?”

Flynn lifted his head and nodded... “Fine but not for too long, my dear Iolite.”

Although Leroy and Carol did really well as Alchemy duo, Shu coming to visit and catching them off guard cause a light explosion and...after that... the three suddenly turned part Gecko... Leroy sighed cause he didn’t look that different.

“Not bad... now I am more like my nephew.”

Shu slightly shrieked up in panic looking this weird as Carol shortly tried to calm him down.

“Oh god... What happened to my horns?”

“Don’t worry it will be fine... we won’t stay like this forever...”

“But what if...”

She took his hand shortly and took a deep breath.

“Come on... breath in and out... we will go to Lyla for now... she can fix it for sure, right Leroy?”

“S-sure... although... for once I am glad to not be close anymore to my father yet.... I would miss my invisiblity.”

“Lets just leave then.”

Both Carol and Leroy tried to distract Shu for a while untill they arrived at Lylas lab.

[roscgcld]

This shit is about to hurt so please read with caution because I'm on my feels and my period which makes me a little crybaby...

Okay like I'm eating peaches and also studying geometry but... Dad!Nanami consumes my brain so much, it's the only thing I can think of!

Dad!Nanami whose voice is shaking so much and is at the verge of crying contrary to what everyone sees him as, when he sees you and his little baby girl.( I don't care what anyone says, I will always imagine that Nanami would be the girl father and an amazing one🥺🥰)

Dad!Nanami who never lets go of her and looks at her amazed. She is the copy of him, the eyes, the hair, the nose everything! Fortunately though, she at least have your personality.

Dad!Nanami who makes Gojo his daughter's godfather even though he acts like he hates him. But he respects Gojo so much and knows that if something were to happen to him, he would take care of his wife and daughter.

Gojo calling his goddaughter, his little kikufuku mochi and teaches her to hate the higher ups and gives her a little speech while she looks at him as if he grew another head and lightly slaps his nose with sparkling eyes. Gojo whines to Nanami that he is the one who encourages her to do that and even if Nanami is silent, we all know that this is true.

You know the tradition in which they put a few objects in front of the baby and the little cinnamon roll chooses one? Nanami's girl doesn't even hesitate, she doesn't care about the objects in front of her, she immediately goes to her papa's sword and touches it.

Everyone is delighted and kinda amused at the look on bot Nanami's and your's faces. Gojo exclaims that he is gonna have a little student from now on while Nanami is threating him. He puts her daughter away from the blade and hides it so that she can choose a normal thing for her career because he doesn't want his little girl to choose being a sorcerer. But this time she crawls to him while he is sitting on the ground and sits at his lap, pulling his tie as if to say that "No matter what, I wanna be like you."

Dad!Nanami being overwhelmed by her love for him but he truly despises the idea. He doesn't want her  to face the harshness of this world, doesn't want her to fight for her life not knowing when she could die because of a curse... He excuses himself for some time and in the meantime they try one more time and she goes to Maki and try to get her hands on her little blade while she freaks the hell out.

Dad!Nanami who will never forget the first time she walks and the first time she starts to see the curses. They are both at the the same day, she is waiting in front of the door since his arrival time came and yes, she knows his work schedule by heart 🤩 This is the reason why Nanami absolutely hates over-time because he knows that his little one will be waiting in front of the doos to be the first to greet him. He always disliked it and he hates it.

As soon as he walks through the door, his daughter clings onto his pants and looks up at him and he feels like his whole stress has been lifted. He goes to kitchen and kiss you and gives her to you but she also wants her father to be here so she flails but when she sees that he still keeps going, she lets out a high "Papa!" and gets out of your grasp and after a while, she stands on her wobbly feet and starts to have have her steps. This makes both you and him stop and gape at her. She is pretty happy that she now has both of her parents' attention😎

That night, Nanami goes to bed the happiest but both of you doesn't know that it is gonna be interrupted. In the middle of the night, his girl lets out a very high and scared wail, screaming for her papa and neither you nor Nanami ever got out of the bed that fast. Nanami immediately grabs his blade and dashes to her room only to find that a curse entered her room even though there were tailsmans around her room. His daughter is in rhe corner while the curse was slowly inching closer but before that Nanami kills it without mercy. When she sees you, she grips your shirt so hard while crying and saying that there was a big and hairy monster.

Dad!Nanami who accepts that his daughter can see the things he absolutely despises and explains to her the world they live in. After some time though, when he was certain that she would cry again, she asks a simple question. " Do you think I'd take after you and save the world?" in her own little baby language and Nanami, for the first time is astonished and amazed enough so much so that he couldn't speak. But his girl is playing with the hem of her PJs with embrassment but Nanami suddenly pulls her to his chest and squeezes her so much while muttering "I love you"s to her.

Spoiler Alert....( We all know where this is going but I jave another set of headcanons where he is alive because I will never accept that he died....🤧😭)

Dad!Nanami who is full of regrets because he will never be able to see his girl graduate, be an amazing young woman who inspires other, have a significant other. He would never be able to walk her down the aisle, never would be able to drive her to school, never hear her voice get higher when she talks about her parents.

Dad!Nanami who is full of sadness because he couldn't keep his promise to you. His promise of giving you a long and blessed life and family, his promise of going to Malaysia with you and his girl. His promise to cherish and love you each and every day till the day you both die. He regrets not saying you "I love you." before this mission. He knows that you are still fighging and for this mere reason her tries to do the same but he has no power. He has no other choice rather than trusting you two with Itadori and Gojo.

You knew when exactly he died. You knew because when he died, your heart stopped for a moment too. You couldn't stop the tears and the strong wail that passed your lips while collapsing, thinking what were you gonna say to your girl.

Itadori is the one who told you his last words, he wanted you out of this life, he wanted both of you to live and maybe it was selfish but you agreed. It was hard to explain it to your girl but suprisingly she said that he will never actually leave you to alone and that he will be watching over you both while hugging you.

And true to her words, she inherited his technique and wanted to learn how to use it so that she can be like her Papa. Only remains that was found were his blade, his ring and a part of his tie. She proudly uses his blade and has the part of his tie in a necklace while you wear both of the wedding rings.

And again, true to her words Nanami was watching over her with his friend Haibara. He was telling him what s strong girl she was and Nanami was only able to nod his head while tears were slipping from his eyes, muttering a single apology with a little threat as if she can hear. "Don't you dare die, little clover." And at that moment, she suddenly looks up to sky and promises to both of you that she will live. Right at this moment, Nanami realises that the bond you three have can never be broken and he can only pray that he will have you as his wife and his girl as his daughter in his next lives one more time...

jjk spoilers ahead!

....I am on my period too so now I am crying? Like I shed a few tears ?????? How dare you do this to me?????

I-

I swear - some of yall deserve to write more than my dumbass does. LOOK AT THIS AMAZINGNESS THAT IS A NANAMI ANGST???

[cheesus-doodles]

Any belief will do, in exchange for eternity

is what Sukuna's grinning mouth would whisper to his darling before disappearing. Of course, the King of Curses always hope that he would be your god of choice, but any belief that involved acknowledgement of a mortal soul would work.

You should really get that parasite looked at, is what his ultra-logical darling told Yuji. Maybe by a scientist, because they have never come across such an interesting disease before.

Of course, darling thought Sukuna was referring to only religious beliefs, and religion isn't logical, isn't scientific, and contained no hard proof, and so his darling wouldn't touch it with a ten feet pole. Belief meant nothing in a logical world, and an eternity sounded horrid.

Trapping a soul after death is an inhuman feat, but lucky for his darling, Yandere Sukuna is anything but human. Easiest way to do it was to make sure that they were within his domain with the right ritual circle and tailsman sealing them in before either their painless or absolutely brutal death. But he had to make sure that there was a soul for him to trap first.

Sukuna knew everything there is to know about souls, curses and sorcery, but little to nothing of human beliefs. But maybe instead of a belief, if he could get his darling to feel their soul being touched for instance, that could work too.

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for that sweet anon, another little thought before i sleep, i hope you like it :)

Masterlist

[cheesus-drabbles]

Any belief will do, in exchange for eternity

is what Sukuna's grinning mouth would whisper to his darling before disappearing. Of course, the King of Curses always hope that he would be your god of choice, but any belief that involved acknowledgement of a mortal soul would work.

You should really get that parasite looked at, is what his ultra-logical darling told Yuji. Maybe by a scientist, because they have never come across such an interesting disease before.

Of course, darling thought Sukuna was referring to only religious beliefs, and religion isn't logical, isn't scientific, and contained no hard proof, and so his darling wouldn't touch it with a ten feet pole. Belief meant nothing in a logical world, and an eternity sounded horrid.

Trapping a soul after death is an inhuman feat, but lucky for his darling, Yandere Sukuna is anything but human. Easiest way to do it was to make sure that they were within his domain with the right ritual circle and tailsman sealing them in before either their painless or absolutely brutal death. But he had to make sure that there was a soul for him to trap first.

Sukuna knew everything there is to know about souls, curses and sorcery, but little to nothing of human beliefs. But maybe instead of a belief, if he could get his darling to feel their soul being touched for instance, that could work too.

for that sweet anon, another little thought before i sleep, i hope you like it :)

Masterlist 

migrated from @cheesus-doodles.

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Things that made me go "What Beautiful writing" in I Promised You The Moon

Teh's mom letting him she knew about him and Oh-Aew and has accepted them all this while. Hell not just accept them but loves them because she gives the good luck tailsman to Teh too.

Also their first kiss of the season happening out in open in front of body of water - with people aroubd them as opposed to deep inside the water where no can see.

Teh and Oh-Aew planning their joint future in acting together in front of movie poster- the very thing that began their rivalry.

Oh-Aew crying in front of strangers and them understanding him and becoming friends - adorbale. ADORABLE kind people. They really went damn a puppy is here - we gotta adopt him.

Oh-Aew realising he is not interested in acting anymore and having the courage to walk away and Fang showing courage by walking waway from something she dearly loves but the fate - including the circumstances and time isn't approving of her love for acting.

Oh-Aew accidentally discovering his interest and aptitude for advertising the very same way he discovered for acting.

Oh-Aew assuring Teh that even if he changes he won't leave his side after Teh tells about him being afraid of Oh-Aew changing and getting distant.

Teh taking care of drunk Oh-Aew. My heart was a melted throughout the sequence- yes he was annoyed at him drinking and changing because he doesn't do change well- but that doesn't diminish his care for him.

Teh being insecure because he is loosing the common thing that drove rivalry and reconciled their friendship and reignited as love and lashing out and dismissing Oh-Aew as he did earlier in S1.

Teh missing Oh-Aew but knowing what to do about it because he doesn't know how to communicate any emotions other than when it comes to his passion.

And when he does, its too late because he and Oh-Aew knows that Oh-Aew desrrves better so he has to do the right thing and apologies and opens us heart out but Oh-Aew's heart is so full of hurt that he doesn't have any space.

THAT AMUSED BEMUSED SMILE OH-AEW GAVE TEH WHEN HE WAVED HIM DURING THE 2 SECOND BREAK WHEN CHANGING SCENES DURING THE PLAY BECAUSE ONLY OH AEW CAN SEE EVEN IN DARK AND EVEN TEH WANTS ONLY OH AEW TO SEE HIM

After the leap, Oh-Aew supporting actor Teh and being proud of him.

Their first meet in office after break. Oh-Aew having a better idea of who he is and being happy with it. Teh being happy with his career and passion but still missing the happiness until he sees Oh-Aew. Them initially being awkward and guarded but when they get comfortable how Teh sniffs and says coconut scent and Oh-Aew's hand pausing from typing- showing how they still have feelings for each other and how that still affects them.

Teh apologising for past with his thesis play of their lives story being so so cathartic because it is what drove him apart. And the idea of what he can do for play coming from Oh-Aew and Teh doing that- chefs kiss.

Teh uploading on Instagram showing how open he is ready to be. Oh-Aew saying - let's go and speak to each other because yes Teh didn't but also Oh-Aew didn't when he saw Teh and Jay.

The reconciliation with the fact that "no one can replace you for me" with their own feelings and each other and that happening on a beach as opposed to on a mountain with beach on the view. Them being on the beach- flat ground showing they as individuals and as a couple are on a steadier ground now and just like waves happiness, sadness, hurt, anger, joy, gratitude will come and go without a particular end or beginning. And it happening at the time of the that towards the end of the day - but not at the end of the day implying that their relationship can and maybe as multicoloured and bright like sunset or as dark and calm with very little light on a moony night but they can always survive it as long as they work together with each other to either bring the light for next day or wait to see the light for next day - also the fact it BEGAN with them FINALLY giving the bouquet on a good note when thought yhe season earlier any bouquet planned to give ended up with tears for botj of them - Oh-Aew during Jai's and Teh's drama thesis.

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What if...the sheng gang wu was created not as a weapon, but as a tailsman to TRAP spirits? Think about it, Dashi making all these 'weapons' and then hides them around the world what if only villains picked them up thats a lot of power for one man. Pandabubba robbed a bank with just the shroud of shadows etc. So, Mala mala jong-All shen gang wu cobined makes this monster. WHY would dashi make this?

The sapphire dragon, steals peoples chi? again why would a monk a 'good guy' make this. And serpents tail it has a mind of it's own.

Then you realise that most objects are normal everyday objects that any one can use, a lantern, a comb, a staff, a shroud?

What if dashi wasn't making sheng gang wu but like the puzzle box was using normal household appliances to trap SPIRITS!

Any unnatural occurance dashi had must of stopped them or harnessed them and created these objects against supernatural creatures. Before wuya/chase/bean there must of been other threats? LIke the seed plant that turned other people into plants, the abominable snowman- ugh if the show kept going I wonder if that was going to be the new direction- oh also the little scorpian bug thing that possesed Clay in that one episode.