#sometimes reaper forgets that he is a god...

[aoi-kanna]

Doodle time!

>w<) Thanks Perville, for being my inspiration in this Afterdeath dynamic.

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Reaper! by Renrink

Geno! by Loverofpiggies

[alexsoenomel]

Chokehold (Sam Winchester x Reader smut)

Request: Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I was reading Adrenlize Me and I had an idea for a part 2? Sam and reader have been getting at it for a bit but this time they finally say “I love you” to each other? Rough smut with a little dash of fluff? 🥰

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times and I love you’s, mentions of addiction 

Word count: 2.1k

Note: I apologize for being so slow (school+work+ADHD). Writing this made me realize how single I actually am.

 Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

PART 1

Addiction. First, it feels like a warm hug, sucking you in, disguising itself as something familiar, something beautiful, and finally, you feel like you filled that hole in your soul. Then it starts taking, it takes and takes until there is nothing left to take, until you cannot give anymore – until you’re dead. You find out, a little too late, that the warm hug was just a one-way ticket to your inevitable demise.

This started as a deep-seated need but turned into a full-blown addiction sooner than I thought, but the only difference was this was a blissful one, with no reaper waiting for you at the end. It only brought endless pleasure. 

Sam was no better than me. We couldn’t stop ourselves; every touch, every kiss would send us into a euphoric state, and it was better than any drug known to man. 

After our little adventure in Dean’s beloved Baby, we tried to keep our dirty little secret hidden. Sam would come to my room only during the night when he could hear Dean snoring in his room, and even then, we had to be careful since Dean was a light sleeper. He would muffle my moans with his hand whenever he was on top of me, he would sometimes even let me bite his shoulder, but it was impossible to be quiet, especially when we both liked listening to each other come undone. Long story short, Dean found out.

“Good thing you two lovebirds finally got together! The bad thing is now I cannot sleep.” He told us one morning while sipping his black coffee, clearly tired and cranky. 

Lovebirds.

That word was stuck in my brain that day. It still would pop up occasionally. It reminded me that we never labeled our little arrangement. When it happened, we would carry on, pretend like this thing was meaningless, and then we would do it all over again. We would cover every topic under the Sun apart from this one. We completely ignored it, but it was there, just around the corner, something more than just a meaningless hookup. 

Sure, he was able to make my legs shake, make me forget my existence, and his touch would set me on fire every damn time, but the way he would look at me right before I would come, the way we would look at each other…  I knew I was falling for him. 

We were birds of a feather –we connected through art, books, and music. We liked the same things but were far different characters. I was more of a 'Shoot first, ask questions later' kind of girl, like his older brother, and he was far from that. He was my voice of reason when I would let my emotions consume me; he was the one who would tell Dean and me to get our shit together whenever we would jump the gun (and that would often happen because we were both hotheads). We worked perfectly together. 

***

"God, I'm exhausted!" I said and put my bag on the table. 

We just got back from a hunt in Omaha, Nebraska, and it was a wild one. It dragged to no end until we finally ganked the ghost that was killing unfaithful men. I almost got thrown off the balcony, Dean almost got stabbed, and Sam, well he took care of it. Overall, I was just happy the case was over and, that I could sleep in my/Sam's bed. 

"Me too! Gonna hit the hay!" Dean said taking his shoes off. 

"Already? It's only 10 pm." Sam said. On a rare occasion, Dean would sleep early, he was the worst night bird in the flock. For him, 2 am was too early for bed, and mornings started at noon. 

"Sammy, I almost got stabbed today! Yeah, already." Dean said and disappeared into the hallway. 

"Night, Dean!" I said. 

"Night, night!" I heard him say. 

I was immediately hit with the realization that I was alone with Sam. There was something so alluring about him that made me nervous in the best way possible. It would boost my dopamine and adrenaline – like a drug. I swallowed nervously as I turned to see he was staring back at me and I immediately recognized the look – the look of devotion. 

"What?" I asked. He looked tired, with messy hair, and bags under his eyes. I was a tired mess too. During these days caffeine kept me awake and sharp since we were working night and day trying to solve the gruesome mystery. 

"Shower?" He asked.

"Please!" 

We went to his room since I would spend most of my nights there. What started as casual, grew to be a routine. I started hating sleeping alone in cold sheets – his warmth kept me safe. 

When we entered his room, pleasant silence joined us. We stripped down our dirty clothes and sins as we went to the bathroom. We didn’t say a word until warm water touched our tired bodies.

“Warm enough?” Sam asked me.

I nodded. He shampooed my hair, and I did my body while letting my muscles relax under the shower, feeling every part of me slowly shutting down from exhaustion.  Once my hair was nice and cleaned and I turned to face Sam, kissing where his heart was as I balanced myself on my tiptoes since he was much taller than me. 

“My turn?” I asked and got on his knees, like he usually would do when I wanted to wash his hair, and wrapped his hands around my waist, cupping my ass. It wasn’t the first time we showered together, the aftercare was as important for him as it was for me, but this time it felt far more intimate and real. The aftercare would usually turn into rough shower sex, leaving me breathless and sometimes even covered in bruises, but this time I saw true intimacy and meaning of showering together. 

Sam kissed my stomach as I washed his hair, sending light shivers all over my body. His hand went between my legs, and a light moan escaped from my lips. 

“All done!” My voice trembled. Sam stood up and kissed me hungrily. I could never get enough of his kisses, his lips were soft, kisses sweet kinda like cherries in spring, nothing like I’ve ever tasted before. He broke the kiss as our eyes met, water still running down our bodies. I could feel his breath on my lips. The air, even though hot and heavy, got a little bit chilly for a second – or was I getting nervous? I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. I didn’t know why I was getting nervous. Everything that seemed familiar was now foreign to me. Even though we fucked a million times, even though we both had seen each other naked, I was still feeling that tickling sensation in the pit of my stomach. 

Sam turned off the shower. We did our night routine in blissful silence. Skincare, haircare, the whole nine yards…in blissful pleasant silence. Sam even started using my Vitamin C serum, when I told him how good it is for the skin. 

I was pleasantly surprised when he took a little bit of my hydrating cream after the serum. I would always use that after having a rough day on the job, it did wonders for my tired skin. 

“You’re learning,” I told him as I brushed my teeth. 

“From the best.” He simply said. 

***

I didn’t remember the last time I did my night routine in my bathroom – and it all started when Dean caught me leaving his room to get my toothbrush. 

“You two are louder than a jackhammer!” He told me as he opened the door of his room, messy hair, eyes barely open, clearly feeling creaky from lack of sleep…again. “Keep it down, or I swear I’ll kill you both!”

“Sorry!” I was embarrassed but trying hard not to laugh.

Ever since then, I decided not to leave his room during the night. So, naturally, I started leaving my stuff in Sam’s room. 

***

After we got in our pajamas; Sam in his gray sweatpants and me in my oversized blue T-shirt I “borrowed” from him, got under the covers. I could feel my whole body relaxing, as I let my mind drift God knows where…I was ready to fall asleep, but Sam had other plans. He wrapped his hand around my waist pulling me closer to him. His semi-hard cock was pressed against my ass, and I felt his lips on my neck. 

“Yeah, Sammy?” I bit my lower lip. 

“I don’t wanna sleep.” He mumbled between kisses. 

I turned around, missing the softness of his lips on mine. I kissed him, feeling the minty taste on his lips. My hand went in his hair, pulling him closer to me. He moaned when I pulled his locks, sending shivers all over his body. He pushed me back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of me, leaving kisses all over my jaw and neck. I loved his lips on my skin, I loved everything about them; the softness, the taste, the ability to make me wet in seconds… 

“You got me worried today,” Sam whispered between kisses. 

“Sorry, I was a hot-headed dumbass.”

I thought I could take down the ghost by myself. I didn’t stick to the plan and almost got thrown off the balcony when the damn thing attacked me – my mistake.

“Like always.”

And that’s why you love me. I bit my tongue. I felt my walls completely coming down under him. I didn’t care about labels, I didn’t care what we were, I just knew my heart was struggling to stay silent. I wanted to say those words as much as I desperately wanted to hear them from him. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” I told him instead. 

Sam pressed his lips on mine, this time his hand went down my stomach between my legs. His fingers were cold, making my skin shiver, but his touch bought endless pleasure. 

I could feel his two fingers in me for a few seconds before he pulled away. 

“Tease,” I said annoyed. He loved making me beg and feel desperate and I loved every second of it. 

He licked his fingers clean and kissed me letting me have a taste as well. 

“You are delicious.”

Everything about this seemed different. He was sweeter and far more gentle. Usually, he would tell me to be quiet, his good girl, he would be rough, but this time…he wasn’t? He had a gentle side, but I’d rarely see it. I felt something was different. I felt my heart connecting with his and my soul feeling closer to his own. 

“And you’re a tease.” 

He laughed, showing off those cute little dimples I adored so much. 

"Just a little. " He smirked before kissing me again. I was growing impatient, and it was like he heard me. He wasted no time, he moved my panties to the side as I helped him lower his sweatpants. He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his size, letting me bask in the pleasure his cock was giving me. I buried my fingers into his damp hair, arching my back slightly. 

"You feel so good!" 

He would always tell me that. Every time. No exception. He knew his words made me needy, horny, and desperate…He knew what buttons to push. 

He started to move and that was when my heart decided to work against me…or it did me a favor? My eyes were lost in his, not wanting to break the contract. I was feeling every inch of him, slowly moving in and out, skin to skin….

"I love you!" 

I heard myself say. My heart was pounding, I could see his expression change as his hair was falling on my cheeks…he smiled and kissed me.

"I love you too!" 

I didn't expect this answer from him. At the moment it didn't seem real but I think we both knew it was coming. Between the constant staring, and flirting just to gross out Dean and the genuine connection we had, we knew…

Sam's pace became faster, and I was slowly losing it. His face was inches away from mine, feeling each other's breaths as my climax was getting closer. I could feel my body shaking, my nails digging into his back as I couldn’t get his name out of my mouth. 

“Come on, baby!” He whispered in my ear. 

I loved his voice, I loved his touch, his kiss. I loved him.

I came hard, biting his shoulder (Sam didn’t even flinch), not wanting to be too loud because of Dean and his “Next time I’m gonna kill you both” sentence. 

He kissed me before collapsing next to me. We were both panting, waiting for someone to say something, to break the ice that had already been broken when I told him I love you. But no one did. Instead, we fell asleep, my head on his chest, safe and sound. 

[alchemicaladarna]

OH I WAS GOING THROUGH MY NOTES AND COMPLETELY FORGOT I WROTE THIS

That, or I did post it and I just don't remember😭

Anyways, have some Badboyhalo angst from September! :)))

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Badboyhalo usually finds himself sleeping later in the night; the various projects strewn around his home keeping him and his equally insomniac children busy, even though other people slept during those dark and silent hours. However, Bad didn't mind the silence because he wasn't alone; he had Dapper, Pomme, and sometimes, Richarlyson, after all! But, no children were present on the island tonight- each child missing from their beds with no trace except their respective clothing and accessories. The old grim reaper wandered around the island to check the bedrooms and other areas the children frequent often, for anything new- a glimmer of hope their children might come home or be returned soon, but he found nothing. Bad apologized to empty spaces and he found himself breaking, but he tried to keep himself together for any ghosts that might be listening.

Every machine on the island was shut down due to an incident earlier today, and his mansion was emptier than ever before, filled with a cacophony of eerie silence. With no children to take care of or projects to keep himself busy with, the grim reaper teleported to his old home- to his son's first bedroom. Exhausted with grief, the old reaper sat on the cold, stone ground, and for the first time in many months, before the sun ever touched the horizon, Badboyhalo closed his eyes and slept early.

The grim reaper awoke later in the night, however- when more islanders have slept, and, with nothing to do, Bad caused mischief and explored with a couple other friends far away, to maybe forget the pain of their children missing- people cope differently in times of tribulation, he supposed. Thousands of miles from the main island and a couple dungeons later, Bad eventually bid farewell and opted to sleep once again. He returned to the cold, empty room but found nothing once more.

No one saw the demon again for the night, except during one instance when Foolish and Jaiden saw their friend briefly ask if the children have come back- as if there was any possibility of that happening at all in the late darkness, with only two people still awake somehow; no children have been returned, nor trace left or a hint of their whereabouts. Dejected, Bad tried to close his eyes and sleep again, but they continue to be on his mind, even when he is unconscious. So, with an aching heart, and a mind plagued with worry, the grim reaper broke and let his tears flow for the first time during this cursed day. Jaiden told him that tomorrow is a new day, so perhaps the gods- the Federation, or whoever might be listening can have an ounce of mercy and allow him to embrace his son, daughter, and many nieces and nephews in his arms once again.

[fr-likes-chocolate]

Bird siblings jumpscare!

Today we talk about who suspects Phil, Martyn, Grian, Jimmy, and Pearl arent who they seem

So for as long as they have been mortal, someone has at least suspected that they might not be human, but the more time went on, the story of 5 gods who were cast out and doomed to be mortal faded into legend. In modern days, only the oldest of immortals remember a time before the siblings were mortal, and all that remains to the mortals? An old elven tale that most don’t care for.

Now there are still some who think the myth holds true, one of them happened to be an Elf named Smajor. When he met the siblings, he felt as if something's was off about them.

Eventually, Scott brought it up to Jimmy, who (with the approval of the others) told him the truth. He took it about as well as you can expect. (Jimmy had to make him swear to keep it a secret)

Scar and mumbo also know. Grian was tired one night during the buttercup arc, and just blurted it out. However because of the late night and all three being tired, mumbo and scar aren’t 100% sure if Grian was being serious.

Now let’s talk QSMP, specifically BadBoyHalo. He is quite special as he recognized Phil for what he was immediately. Phil also realized who Bad was the moment he saw him.

A little backstory first, Bad is the Chief Reaper who works for the deity of death, he was there when Phil and his siblings fell, he roamed the earth hoping to find them, when he finally did find his old mentor, he found a man broken and eroded by time. Phil had spent decades trying to forget the betrayal from his siblings, Bad was a welcome warmth to him.

So despite how they act around each other sometimes, Phil and Bad are really close.

(hey! If you've made it this far and have questions about this Au, my ask box is open and I love answering questions!)

[buubonita]

Reaper Sans (+ Geno) headcanons

Here we go!

Reaper

*He has a perfect singing voice.

*His voice has a spectral echo, there is also a difference in his casual voice and his "god voice" (which he uses to dramatize sometimes)

* An ancient entity that has seen it all and feels great detachment from others, except for those who care.

*He is very cold to the touch.

* The robe that covers it is made of the "void fabric" (place where it was created) and anyone who touches it will be absorbed by it.

* Reaper has no decorum, so wandering around naked is not a problem for him (they're just bones to look at). He wears baggy clothes most of the time.

* The only flowers he is able to touch without killing them are those that are associated with death and that Toriel (Life) made especially for him.

* Everything he touches dies or rots.

* People make offerings to him but only to exact revenge.

* The temple of the death gods looks like a mausoleum on the outside, but it is its own dimension subject to constant changes. The doors don't open with keys, and there are hallways that lead nowhere. The corners are full of forget-me-not flowers.

* Following Afrerdeath's idea, Geno and Reaper adopted each of the children after finding them. The multiverse "expels them" and they welcome them. There is nothing sexual involved.

* Reaper adopts many attitudes of crows.

*Shino is his favorite daughter

* Goth is his favorite son

*Geno doesn't have favorites.

* Reaper struggles a lot with the mortal specter of his children because he is first a god and then a father. He still loves his chicks very much, but lacks enough experience and empathy.

* He does not see Geno as an equal because of his same omnipotent god mentality. This is a cause of permanent tension between them.

* Cerberus exists and is the one who protects its territories.

* Geno does embroidery.

* Reaper has given Geno chocolates that scream when he eats them.

* Goth and Raven are in charge of harvesting souls while Shino and Sorell assist Papyrus with the bureaucracy of death.

This list will be updated eventually.

[headcanons-n-shit]

Do you have headcannons for Ardbert? Maybe like if he popped up during conversations with the Scions?

Gods i have THOUGHTS about ardbert, okay? Only most of them are pg.

ANYWAYS.

Post-Shadowbringers stuff.

The Scions kinda get used to Fray being A Thing around you, right? Its a dark knight thing, its rude to ask about the weird shadowy man who haunts your footsteps and sometimes elbows his way into conversations to tell them all theyre dumb useless idiots for putting the weight on you, you cant just ask someone why they make shadow people alisae

But its one thing when its a fully-armored shade of your darkest desires and instincts. Its an entirely other thing when its the guy who tried to kill you holy shit

And the most disorienting part for most of them (see: thancred) is that ardbert is. Hes nice. Hes really sweet, actually, and weirdly funny. He only ever seems to pop out of the you-work whenever youre exhausted and worn thin. The first time they see him is probably like. Carrying you to bed after a long week of bullshit, or in the kitchen making popoto pancakes while you nap on the couch.

(And then he doesnt pop up again for a little while, despite your best coaxing, because trying to help you out just caused MORE stress and he feels guilty about it ;-;)

Urianger and Yshtola get used to it the fastest, i think. Yshtola could literally SEE when ardbert became a part of you, after all, and Urianger knew Ardbert in life. Its not a huge adjustment for either of them. Really theyre just grateful you have one more person looking out for you.

Alphinaud and Alisae think its... Weird. For separate reasons. Alphinaud is trying to figure out how youre forming fully-actualized people while he can still only manage a carbuncle, alisae is lowkey(see:highkey) worried that this is going to become a habit(please stop adopting villains, WoL). Theyre also going to shanghai him at the first opportunity to figure out his intentions. Which. He doesnt really have any, hes a ghost, but. He thinks its cute. Your kids are cute, WoL.

Graha is used to seeing ghosts.

Estinien just kinda assumes its a You Thing and leaves it at that. Look, he was possessed and embodied an ancient dragon and is still living with the significant sideeffects of that. He can split himself into 6 identical copies of himself for the purposes of serving some whoopass. He has no room to judge.

I think Thancred is naturally going to be the one who has the hardest time with all this. Its the convergence of him being a paranoid little bastard and having. Lets say significant experience with someone tampering with his soul. He has trouble separating the Warrior of Darkness who tried to kill you, lest we forget, from the shade who makes dry quips about how of course your back hurts, you slept 3 hours last night on the floor twisted like a pretzel.

Ardbert wins him over eventually tho. Because, really, how could he not? He is unrelentingly kind, considerate and caring, and is clearly entirely focused on making sure you survive this.

(Also presumably at some point during endwalker you pick up Reaper, and thancred doesnt have time to worry about ardbert hes having three consecutive heartattacks about the LITERAL VOIDSENT--)

[celesaetherea]

Badboyhalo usually finds himself sleeping later in the night; the various projects strewn around his home kept him and his children busy, even though other people slept during those dark and silent hours. However, Bad didn't mind the silence because he wasn't alone; he had Dapper, Pomme, and sometimes, Richarlyson, after all! But, no children were present on the island tonight- each child missing from their beds with no trace except their respective clothing and accessories. The old grim reaper wandered around the island to check the bedrooms and other areas the children frequent often, for anything new- a glimmer of hope their children might come home or be returned soon, but he found nothing. Bad apologized to empty spaces and he found himself breaking, but he tried to keep himself together for any ghosts that might be listening. Every machine on the island was shut down due to an incident earlier today, and his mansion was emptier than ever before, filled with a cacophony of eerie silence. With no children to take care of or projects to keep himself busy with, the grim reaper teleported to his old home- to his son's first bedroom. Exhausted with grief, the old reaper sat on the cold, stone ground, and for the first time in many months, before the sun ever touched the horizon, Badboyhalo closed his eyes and slept early.

The grim reaper awoke later in the night, however- when more islanders have slept, and, with nothing to do, Bad caused mischief and explored with a couple other friends far away, to maybe forget the pain of their children missing- people cope differently in times of tribulation, he supposed. Thousands of miles from the main island and a couple dungeons later, Bad eventually bid farewell and opted to sleep once again. He returned to the cold, empty room but found nothing once again.

No one saw the demon again for the night, except during one instance when Foolish and Jaiden saw their friend briefly ask if the children have come back- as if there was any possibility of that happening at all in the late darkness, with only two people still awake somehow; no children have been returned, nor trace left or a hint of their whereabouts. Dejected, Bad tried to close his eyes and sleep again, but they continue to be on his mind, even when he is unconscious. So, with an aching heart, and a mind plagued with worry, the grim reaper broke and let his tears flow for the first time during this cursed day. Jaiden told him that tomorrow is a new day, so perhaps the gods- the Federation, or whoever might be listening can have an ounce of mercy and allow him to embrace his son, daughter, and many nieces and nephews in his arms once again.

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Death Takes a Holiday

Welcome to “All This Ep Needs Is Cas and a Pottery Wheel: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e15: Death Takes a Holiday

Bobby alerts the boys to a town where no one has died for weeks—even those who definitely should have, like a man who was shot point-blank in the chest. Upon investigation, they find the last person to die in the town, a teenager named Cole, who reports that when he died a Reaper appeared but was then taken away by black smoke. With help from Pam, Sam and Dean enter the spirit world, where they discover that Alastair is kidnapping reapers because killing Reapers is one of the seals. They are able to stop Alastair from breaking the seal, but Pam is killed by a demon before they can help her. After the boys stop Alaister, he confronts Dean alone and tells Dean that he cannot escape him. Castiel appears, zapping Alastair away, and congratulates Dean on stopping the seal from breaking before revealing that it was not Bobby who called them about the town, but him. Dean askes Cas why they can’t make more exceptions about who has to die—after all, Cas saved him from hell. Dean is unimpressed by Cas’s answer that Dean is different.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Mace:

ugh alastair. he’s so gross

   Lor:

nothing stays dead in Supernatural

   Mace:

snork

except women

   Lor:

except extras in the cold open, so something's hinky

HA

   Mace:

and sometimes gays

   Lor:

stupid show

   Mace:

the worst

no, you’re a donut, you donut

   Lor:

RIGHT?

who uses donut that way? (I love you, Dean)

   Mace:

Ha!

   Lor:

aw, fraught brothers

   Mace:

oh Jesus, Dean, stop being a drama queen and get in the car

   Lor:

LOL

   Mace:

Iiii, don’t remember this ep at all (so far at least)

   Lor:

I have the vaguest recollection but I don't know where they are going at all

   Mace:

ooooh CAS REFERENCE (sort of)

   Lor:

CAAAAAAAAS

I mean, Dean was literally just pulled out of hell by an angel, guys

I mean, I have seen this show before, so I know it's not miracles, but THEY HAVEN'T

   Mace:

Ha! Yeah, but that wasn’t really a miracle for miracle’s sake.

   Lor:

no it was for eyefucking's sake

   Mace:

SNORK

god, Dean, stop being such a grump

   Lor:

is Dean wearing gloves? immediately starts crocheting him mittens

   Mace:

“the normal rules don’t really apply to us” listen to your brother, Dean, he’s smort

snork

   Lor:

EXCUSE ME. he's Jim the Mechanic

"I don't have a good answer"

   Mace:

HA

   Lor:

dammit Dean now I want something fried

   Mace:

HAHAHAHA EW

omg Sam that’s so hot

   Lor:

blood freak!Sam is hot

   Mace:

HAHAHAHAHAHA

   Lor:

HAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA

   Mace:

stay in your lane, Lor

   Lor:

LOL

apologies

   Mace:

“no thanks, House"

   Lor:

brings Dean an ibuprofren and snuggles him

Sam you LIAR

   Mace:

oh sam, your pants are on fire

   Lor:

just because you look so good in that hoodie

   Mace:

exactly

   Lor:

aaaaah, breaking seals

right. that's what this season is about

I always forget that we go through a whole season of this before the apocalypse stuff

   Mace:

roger that. i’d forgotten too

right?!

SAM nice word choice

   Lor:

hahaha the boys' facial expressions

   Mace:

YES

ah, Outsiders reference

   Lor:

oh shut up Pam it's been like twice. just because you lost your eyes sheesh

NICE

   Mace:

god, Dean, eat a piece of cheese

   Lor:

LOL

aww lookitem all lying down

   Mace:

oh, this doesn’t end well for her does it?

   Lor:

I don't remember

I think no

I think she gets horrible dead

   Mace:

yeah

   Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER

   Mace:

is it weird that they’re even hotter dead

   Lor:

no?

   Mace:

BACK OFF, HAG

   Lor:

GOD SAM IS HOT IN THIS ONE

   Mace:

RIGHT?!?!

“get out of me” HAHAHAHA

   Lor:

LOLOL

   Mace:

DEAN WINCHESTER NO

   Lor:

I love that Dean is like "what can I poke as a ghost"

   Mace:

YES

   Lor:

"thanks, Haley Joel" haaaaahahahaha

   Mace:

snork

   Lor:

and the face Dean makes

   Mace:

YES

   Lor:

wait Dean doesn't remember Tessa?

   Mace:

yeah, why doesn’t he remember that

   Lor:

huh

   Mace:

weird

   Lor:

I'm gonna assume that was just an expediency to remind the audience

   Mace:

yeah

sloppy, though

   Lor:

yeah

   Mace:

mmm the high freckle count makes up for it

   Lor:

YES

nrrrrrf the HOODIE

   Mace:

YES

   Lor:

Sam what are you doing

   Mace:

oh Sam are you lying to a kid?!

   Lor:

all the supernatural creatures want Dean. Reapers, Angels, God, the Darkness

   Mace:

yeah

   Lor:

oh Dean

   Mace:

omg the looks they give the kid when he doesn’t know Karate Kid

   Lor:

and now Dean has to pause the hunt to sit down and watch Karate Kid with Cole

YES

   Mace:

omg Sam’s laugh

   Lor:

YES

"you gotta teach us that"

   Mace:

HAHAHA he’s the only kid in the room right there

   Lor:

YES

   Mace:

ewewewew

so gross

   Lor:

did they forget that ghosts have weaknesses?

ooof this particular Alastair is SO creepy

   Mace:

hence my ews

   Lor:

yeah

   Mace:

arctic craphole hahahaha

   Lor:

lol

SHE DIDN'T ALREADY HAVE THE DOOR LOCKED?!

   Mace:

right?!

   Lor:

she's blind and sitting in a room with two dead bodies what the hell?

   Mace:

tsk

you can SEE Dean thinking fast

   Lor:

YES

   Mace:

don’t shit your pants, boys

   Lor:

LOL

you're not wearing a skirt, Pam

   Mace:

Koons, give her her common wordplay

   Lor:

grumbles

OMG LOOKIT HIM

   Mace:

YAS

so young

   Lor:

RIGHT?

and so rumbly voiced

and sex-haired

   Mace:

HAHAHA

   Lor:

"whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite"

   Mace:

“you seem to do the exact opposite”

HAHAHA

   Lor:

get used to that Cas, that's just Dean

you'll love it eventually

   Mace:

yep

as a parent, this hurts me

   Lor:

yeah

"we're all scared"

   Mace:

“sooner than you think” FUCK YOU 987439282

   Lor:

RIGHT?!

omg their faces

   Mace:

right?

   Lor:

and Dean trying to tell her she's going somewhere better after that speech Tessa just gave him

   Mace:

yeah

I don’t really get why they’d write that for him

   Lor:

yeah, it seems like he's holding onto the idea of a better place way harder than I'd expect him to

   Mace:

yeah, it doesn't track

he’s too pessimistic, and he knows she’s too smart to believe him

   Lor:

yeah

   Mace:

and he’s generally not insincere

   Lor:

nope

   Mace:

overall, pretty sloppy writing in that one

   Lor:

both of the boys lied to dying/dead people in this ep, and they both feel a little ooc

[truebluewhocanoe]

okay fine ill assign each doctor what ffxiv job they would main

First Doctor - Scholar. He’s by the book. He’s a little silly. He doesn’t need friends, he has a fairy right here!

Second Doctor - Bard. Explains itself. “Oh my word Jamie, it seems I must either let my Barrage cooldown drift, or overwrite my Straight Shot proc! Whatever shall I do?”

Third Doctor - Monk. Also quite self explanatory. He shouts IKEAAAAA every time he uses Perfect Rush.

Fourth Doctor - Dancer. He’s a free spirit. He likes hitting the colorful buttons. Sometimes he En Avants off of the arena.

Fifth Doctor - Paladin. This is the most basic white boy in the universe and you can bet your ass he is maining the basic white boy sword & board job. He’s the only player in the entire game who enjoyed the 6.3 Paladin adjustments.

Sixth Doctor - Red Mage. Dramatic, colorful, occasionally blinding. Saves your ass with a Verraise and never lets you forget it.

Seventh Doctor - Black Mage. Did you know that the Seventh Doctor’s umbrella is canonically a magic staff through which astral energies can be channeled? This man knows exactly where to place his leylines and when to use his Triplecasts. Don’t look at his parse. Don’t look. 

Eighth Doctor - Reaper. Purely for the gothic edgelord aesthetic. Also, the simple rotation is perfect for one of the more ADHD Doctors.

War Doctor - Dark Knight. A lone warrior fighting because he must. And now I want to see John Hurt with a big fucking sword.

Ninth Doctor - Astrologian. I’m going to be real with you guys this one was based on pure vibes and also that one scene where he shoots the playing cards all over the room.

Tenth Doctor - Gunbreaker. Something something 3 DPS in a trenchcoat. And no, it’s not a gun, it’s a gunblade, there’s a very big difference. 

Eleventh Doctor - White Mage. Healer with a god complex. This man could not do a rotation to save his life. He just wants to wave his glowing stick at things and impress people. Demons run when a Blood Lily goes to war.

Twelfth Doctor - Sage. But not the kind of Sage who overestimates Kardia healing and doesn’t realize Toxikon is a damage loss in single target. More like the kind of Sage who can solo high-end Stormblood duties. A true Doctor of War.

Thirteenth Doctor - Summoner. Nice simple rotation, cool glowy friends! You bet your ass she lets her Energy Drains drift and drops her Ruin IVs. 

Bonus round: companions!

Jo Grant is a Ninja. Her Hyoshi Ranyus are to be feared.

Peri Brown is canonically a samurai.

Ace is a Machinist. It comes with a flamethrower. Enough said.

Dan Lewis is a Warrior.

This is the end of the post. Are you a fan of both FFXIV and Doctor Who? (If yes, please be my friend.) Would you be interested in reading a semi-serious fusion of the canons of FFXIV and Doctor Who? If yes, feel free to check out my fic The Award-Winning Expansion of Rassilon.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket G Round 1

Poll 13

Mirage (@theshrimpgod) vs. Eris Caroll & Mendacium (@kalopseance)

409. Mirage (@theshrimpgod)

any pronouns, but mostly he/they/it

This man can fit so much trauma inside him

Has never gotten a good night's sleep in his life

He just like. never sleeps.

He's so sleep deprived he forgets who he is or where he is or what's even going on

He even forgets what he looks like! which means he also can have Alternate Designs which is always fun! also, alternate names bc he forgets that too and sometimes remembers it wrong

I designed him based on the song Dr. Sunshine is Dead which is a *great* song so there's that!

spiraly pupils. you get it

A green dragon with yellow spiral eyes and yellow and orange spots along his body! He has a red frill down his back and curly horns. His wings are red, yellow and orange in a sort of gradiantish pattern? I don't know how to explain it well

410. Eris Caroll & Mendacium (@kalopseance)

she/her for Eris, any pronouns but mainly he/him for Mendacium

the weird dynamic of a protagonist and her narrator.

Eris Caroll is a 17 year old girl from a small village in England. Living in a bubble of isolation, disconnected from the world around her. The people she passes by and sees in her class every day feel like unfamiliar blurs as opposed to real people - frightening figures who only pose a threat. Terrified of emotional closeness, Eris Caroll closes off her heart.

This year, she will turn 18. Her loneliness grows more and more as she watches the people around her live on normally, growing up and becoming responsible adults. Thinking that the world is too scary and foreign for her to ever live in as an adult, Eris Caroll jumps from a bridge.

She awakes in a coffin of flowers. A voice echoes.

– 'Welcome, beloved protagonist.'

Mendacium is the deity and creator of the realm called Wonderland. Although several other entities reside here, they are all seemingly - to some degree, at least - under Mendacium's control or were created by him. The world, though beautiful and whimsical, is devoid of life except from that of illusions and puppets. Mendacium is a very whimsical and odd person, speaking in poetic ways and somehow being both very mature and sophisticated yet childish.

Eris mets Mendacium, and he reveals that he is the God of Death. When Eris asks if she is dead, Mendacium smiles and shakes his head.

'Why would you throw away a life so full of love, my dear?"

Contrasting Eris's fear of love and closeness, Mendacium has a disturbing deep obsession with the concept of love through an abstract lens. Completely unable to relate to it, Mendacium finds love to be a deeply confusing concept, one only understandable by mortals. Mortals blame death for taking their loved ones away, mourn their own love, survive through the hardest circumstances for love yet give up their lives when they lose love. Unable to understand the depth of the human heart, Mendacium observes the ways in which mortals refer to 'love' and surmises that love must be the primary motive to live, a need simply as necessary as food or air.

'I cannot allow you to throw away a life brimming with such love."

Much to Eris's confusion, Mendacium refuses to let her die, insisting that it is a waste to throw away a precious life with such love. Through his own desire to vicariously understand the human experience, Mendacium pushes Eris forward to fulfill the role of 'protagonist' in his tale. His pre-written story of growth, a stage where the actors take their roles in a tale of a young girl, too scared of intimacy to reach out to anyone, and her journey to learn how to make friends and find happiness. As Eris continues on through this  path he has set for her, she unravels the mysteries behind the true nature and purpose of this Wonderland, and grows to understand more about its supposedly-soulless residents and its enigmnatic creator.

why you should vote for them:

- weirdass found family dynamic. grim reaper and his gay mean adopted daughter. eris calls him 'old man' - unreliable narrator and his angry disgruntled protagonist sick of all his metaphors and symbolism - check out their spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5L1T7MlWZB3rYxOX9yIKAw?si=e0d1a0e07f7242df - they're both utterly unable to understand why each other is unsatisfied with their existence. both eris and mendacium see each other as having something utterly unnatainable, a life that lacks the causes of pain for both of them. theyre both selfishly fascinated by the other's dissatisfaction - they're each others imaginary friends - simultaenously the most emotional heartwrenching dynamic but also the funniest one ever - imagine instead of getting therapy you get a weird insane author to try fix whatevers wrong with you by inserting you into his fiction But hes also the grim reaper - this: https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/43590443_umX36h4qaITGqfF.png

Eris is a short pale girl with very light blonde hair in two low pigtails. She wears a light blue hat with symbols of flowers on it. Her pigtails are tied with two dark blue bows. She wears a cropped light blue jacket and a white shirt with a symbol of a pink heart on it. She wears pink trousers and blue shoes. She has grey eyes, and very subtle freckles.

Mendacium is a very tall androgynous figure. He has long flowing white hair, the bangs of which cover empty eye sockets. Over his cheeks and nose is a rainbow-coloured gradient blush. He wears a top hat with black and white vertical stripes. He also wears a grey bowtie and tall grey high-heel boots. He wears a shirt with vertical black and white stripes underneath a large black overcoat which has several moving and blinking eyes along the bottom edges. He wears black trousers, and a long flowing cape; the outside of the cape is black, while the inner side is a rainbow pattern resembling a colourful galaxy. He has skeleton hands.

[hesitationss]

if toshiro is older than hinamori like the rumours in japan are saying, this not only gives a new light to his character, but also aging in general in the soul society. i already thought this before but there is like no way in hell that people in the seretei age at the same rate that people in the human realm do, and even then there is no concrete formula.

spoilers for TYBW and long post about beach in general, a bit of hitsuhina at the end

like we know hisana died 50 years before the soul society arc, so rukia would have been abandoned at the very least 6 years before that (she and byakuya had only been married for 5 years and i’m giving them at least 1 year before marriage lol) who knows how much more time had passed between rukia's abandonment and when hisana died! she also said she was at least 10x ichigo’s age meaning 150ish.

yamamoto is ancient, and w the TYBW we are able to see flashbacks of the original 13 court guard squad captains from 1000 years ago. sometime before then, sasakibe had learned his bankai to be able to become yamamoto's right hand man. all the while, shunsui and ukitake were little kids ^_^ (despite the harshness of the recent ep, bb shunsui was cute lmao)

i also don’t remember when kenpachi found yachiru, but her childlike state had to have been like that for centuries. also yeah i know about [redacted] but it seems that aging in the souls society is dependant on age of death/birth in the soul society, spiritual pressure/growth of power, and emotional/psychological barriers. like i’m sure there are children who enter the soul society as children and stay children forever, perhaps only aging if they happen to have strong spiritual energy for becoming soul reapers.

there is also a point of interest when toshiro reaches his mature form. i forget the exact wording, but basically in order to access greater power he ages physically to an adult. at the time it really struck me that possibly, you physically mature based on your spiritual abilities. toshiro has been noted to have a zanpakto that is essentially a god, and up until sasakibe’s bankai reveal, he was thought to be the only one who could control the weather. in his current state, his bankai is incomplete. it makes me think of moments from his earlier chapters in the manga when he has those dreams of hyorinmaru calling to him and his original denial of his own power. momo has already gone to the academy and toshiro wants to remain the way he is. i am also wondering if part of his age stunting has to do with his emotional barriers? it’s a bit hard to get into all the details of this, but it seems as though he was afraid of changing (afraid of who he would become with his power; afraid of momo treating him differently; etc etc) but because your spiritual energy is literally apart of you, at some point his power became unavoidable and uncontrollable (weakening grandma!!) due to having zero training. anyway it is definitely super interesting to think about toshiros psychological/emotional barriers and how that directly relates to his physical maturity. there’s also the extra barrier about his awareness of all these things knowing that he has the potential to grow and become more powerful, but not being able to at the same time. i’m also willing to bet that once he stops holding himself back, he will probably be as strong as yamamoto! i like to think that the page we got w toshiro and momo looking up and seeing him during TYBW is her seeing him for the first time, like really seeing and understanding who he is. unfortunately i dont think toshiro likes himself when his body + powers are more developed and i think it really does have to do with how others (esp hinamori) perceive him. he already has a cold attitude and wondering if he doesn’t want to be seen as super intimidating, scary, ruthless, etc etc. i think staying young is a way of avoiding responsibility and growth, i am think of how nell became a child because she didn’t want to fight and even lost her memories. anyway, i’m hoping that post-war after at least 10 years of peace they will have grown together a bit more. it’s also very fun to imagine toshiro and momo being relatively the same as kids and her growing taller and making fun of his height. like she KNOWS this guy is older than her, and she still can’t help teasing him even when he’s the captain w a fearsome bankai lol! anyway the age thing doesn’t really change much about how i see them, i’ve been a hitsuhina 4 lifer since i first watched bleach as a kid lol it just adds such an interesting piece to the bleach universe about power, aging, and extra insight on some character development/growth!!

[lilac--sun]

Schools been keeping me so busy lately so i wont be posting that much- so here is a extremely long headcannons post :) mainly for the NM gang but whatever

After the °°°°° the stars and Nightmares gang + Error have a truce. They stay out of eachothers way and keep the balance peacefully<3

Ignore any spelling mistakes it was 4am when i wrote this LMAO

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Nightmare relates a little to much to Brutus by buttress

Killer does Amazing eyeliner because he has a steady hand

Dust and Killer absolutely kiss eachother goodnight but get offended when people ask if they're dating

Dream and Nightmare have a telepathic ability that they can use if they are within the same au

Error makes up little songs and sings then while walking around the castle, the gang thinks it's cute

Horrors knows the name of everything food related, he memorized of everything that can grow in the underground and most plants above ground

Killer is the Castles prankster and also the most bold out of them, he doesn't fear death so he'll tell Nightmare to shut up if he needs to and thats what Nightmare found great about him and made Killer is Right-hand-man

While Horror is a comic book nerd, Cross is a Tv show nerd. Cross could talk about different tv shows for hours, His favorite is how i met your mother

Outer sometimes forgets hes not always in zero gravity so he'll lean back to float and then fall back, Red finds this absolutely hilarious

Dream sleeps on his left side

Nightmare sleeps on his right side

Error sleeps upside down/on his back

Ink sleeps standing up/ on his stomach

"what..what is ink doing??"

"he fell asleep while painting, so when he wakes up he can get back to work"

"oh- oh dear he should probably lay down-"

"its already rare he sleeps just let it go"

Killers vision is kinda shitty but his hearing is WAY better then most

Horrors vision is the worst considering his cracked skull and that not even being his real eye, but he can literally smell people out

Dust has the best eyesight out of everyone and usually reads things for the gang

Nightmare has really bad vision but he can Sense whe people are around so he doesn't worry ( he definitely has reading glasses )

When Nightmare is in his passive form he throws up liquid negativity every few hours(this gave Error an opportunity to call him Squid 2.0)

If Dream feels to many emotions at once he'll throw up liquid positivity but its rare he does it

Error accidentally replyed to Nightmare when he said Geno and now Nightmare is determined to find out why

Horror, Cross and Blue all like to garden together

Nightmare gave out food to Horrortale and was seen as a god there but then Horrors kid decided to rest and Horror told nightmare not to do it again because he doesn't like the false hope he feels

Nightmare and Reaper can both shadow travel

Dream and Life are actually the best of friends and talk about different types of flowers all the time

If Ink spends to much time in an Au he'll start to develop small characteristics of people from there

Error wakes up like a cat, he stretches and lets out a little noise when you wake him up

Dreams castle is ALMOST uncomfortably warm, like wear more then what Blue is and you will be sweating up a storm

Nightmares castle is extremely cold, to the point where you can ALMOST see your breath but he own PLENTY of blankets and bed/couch warmers

Horror is the exact same way but hes able to purr

Dust is actually pretty clumsy, he can barely walk up steps without tripping and has fallen with his food/drink so many times

Errors Glasses were made by Sci

Killer has fangs‼️

Killer has a slight case of OCD so he has an entire rack of different types of knifes, Arranged from biggest to smallest and when hes worrying about something or just need calm down he counts them then re-arranges them and he will do this over and over again until he feels nice and content

Cross has a stuffed animal of a bear that he found Right after he made the deal with Nightmare and he named it soldier, he sleeps with it every night

Dust literally ONLY takes his brothers scarf off to shower and even then he will lock the door then use magic to completely lock the door, he trusts the gang but if anyone touches that scarf without permission they're dead.

Error is SUPER conscious about how much noise he is making so he often makes little to zero noise which tends to scare the gang when he just...appears

Killer can never lie about when hes feeling overwhelmed/mad because his eyes LEAK liquid hate

When Dusts magic starts to act up and the vision's/voices get really bad he can barely breathe and that triggers spiraling memory's and this can last until he passes out from exhaustion or someone pulls him out of it, most of the time Nightmare can sense the spike of negativity before it gets to bad.

Horror hates the smell of anything burnt, he will literally throw up because he gets memory's of monsters burning alive and being eaten after.. sometimes still alive so he stays away from it. Raw meat is only a trigger if he doesn't expect it, like if it suddenly appeared after he killed somone his eye lights will go small until he eats monster meat..he always sobs after this and Nightmare comforts him

The gang cuddles when they sleep, like a lot. They all usually pile onto nightmares bed and cuddle pile with Error hanging Right above them on a hammock with a hand hanging down SO close to touching

Before they knew about Error fear of touch they all hugged him suddenly after he decided to stay at the castle and he crashed the second he was touched and the gang felt bad but Error really didn't mind since they didn't know

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

While Error can't access the doodlesphere like Ink cant access the anti-void ink has taken Error there and Error was absolutely amazed by it and keeps asking Ink to go back with the gang sometime

Although Dream ane Nightmare aren't fighting they have a lot of PERSONAL stuff to work out and its getting better slowly, Nightmare went back to calling him brother which Dream is beyond happy about

"Uhhh what are you doing boss?"

"What does it look like im doing"

"...plaything jenga with dream?"

"thats exactly what im doing, playing jenga with my brother-"

"*GASP* You called me brother again! Give me a hug!"

"NO- WAIT- KILLER HELP-"

"yer on your own boss"

Blue literally squealed and jumped up when Ink told him and the council about the truce and literally RAN to get Dust to introduce him to everyone

Nightmare had a ball dance the night of the truce and invited everyone(...im actually writing a story about this one, which will be out shortly)

Dream and Nightmare both sleep so much better when near eachother, They usually fall asleep leaning against eachother and it's the most the gang has ever seen nightmare sleep so they like having dream around

When Error found out that Ink had agreed to the truce he slept for literally 3-5 days because he finally gets to rest without having to worry about Ink shifting the balance to much

Dust visited underswap and slept over but was forced to sleep on the couch by stretch but he really didn't mind but he ended up having a nightmare and Underswap Chara woke up and Dust almost killed that poor kid before Blue stopped him, he still feels bad and trys his best to make it up but after hearing what happened in his AU Underswap Chara didn't hold it against him

Stretch REALLY doesn't like the dark sans' hes just so stubborn but classic can't even say anything because if Papyrus was in Blue situation he would be the same way

Red is absolutely fascinated by Killers crying liquid hate situation and Killer is super curious about how Red hasn't snapped like the gang with how bad his au is

Farm has Horror help out around the farm and Horror is more then happy to help.... Horror has a chicken named Willow, he loves that chicken

Horror is lust's personal body guard and since then NOBODY had touched lust without his permission and Horror once beat the living shit out of somone because they tried to man handle Lust and Lust screamed

Dance and Dust had a dance off and while Dance obviously won Dust was able to match his stamina and he was impressed

Cross and Ink paint and draw together all of the time and loves to listen to ink talk about different AUs

Crosses and Dreams love languages are touch so they snuggle ALL of the time like always holding hands, leaning on eachother, hugs etc

The gang has permit eye bags under their eyes and everbody feels bad about that

Stretch witnessed one of Dusts meltdowns and Blue wasn't around so he talked Dust through it and Dust fell asleep leaning on him and so did Stretch, Blue has that photo posted on his wall over his bed its his favorite

Lust is absolutely a HUGE lady gaga and Gwen Stefani fan and Horror gets him different albums everytime he can

Since after the incident with undyne that cracked his skull Horror has been jumpy around any undyne and ready for battle so when he was visiting Classic for a food shipment from Farm and undyne went to scare him as a joke, Horror literally almost had a massive panic attack when Classic de-escalized the situation. Undyne feels super bad after learning what happened and swore "beat my other self up if i ever meet her!" Which made horror feel better.

While the truce is very much liked by both sides, ALL of the dark sans' are just waiting for the stars to break it and they will have to fix everything again, because nothing is ever easy for them

Ink has had some close calls with breaking the truce because he didn't get his way but he noticed how the multiverse is doing way better

Nightmare Pampers the fuck out of his gang, and its been increasingly obvious now that they don't have to worry about having the stars called on them when shopping

Stretch punched Error in the face, knocking him down when he walked into the council room and Errors only reaction after was "Yeah, deserved" which surprised Stretch but got a stern talking to from Blue later

Horror and Red fangirled about Comic books the first time they actually talked together and now they play DND with eachother every monday

The first time they stayed over at Dreams house they cuddle piled for safety warmth and Dream took a photo but hasn't told anyone he has it

Nightmare and Dream have tree climbing contests and Nightmare wins every time but Dream is determined to win one day

[frozenambiguity]

Anonymous asked:

"I wonder if Kaeya misses his mommy too."

Family.

For the longest part of his life, such is a concept that has been foreign to him. Sometimes, Kaeya has been closer to reaching enlightenment. And other times... Other times, he could have not been farthest from minimal comprehension. Family is supposed to resemble a safe haven, he believes ( or at least idealizes ). A multitude of ties that are interconnected and are meant to provide one with a sense of safety and refuge. 

Yet how many times has that idealization fallen to the ground? Tainted? Dirtied? Stomped over? Destroyed beyond recognition.

Such is an accurate result of being constantly abandoned, one supposes. By his biological family, and by Diluc, too. There must be something wrong with him, he figures, for things to always go south. It is as if fate laughs at his face, and decides that his path must be trodden in solitude. Lead to solitude. As if nothing else awaits him on the other side. Perhaps that is for the better. At least, he will not drag anyone with him; will not force anyone to share his misery.

He does not remember his past very well. Or perhaps that is what he likes to believe. A simple lie ( yet another one? Is it not getting tiresome? ) in order to cope with the truth. Or rather, escape from it entirely. He avoids it like the plague. Whether out of habit or because it is a response to a trauma he has carried and nurtured for years, he could not say for certain. The fact still stands. He lies to others. And he sometimes lies to himself, too. Things are easier that way.

But the concept of a mother... 

A nurturing figure. Kind, yet no less strong than a brave soldier sworn to his homeland... No less strategic than an advisor in a war room. No less stern when need be. Someone to idolize, one supposes. His heart aches thinking about it. About her. He does not remember too much in vivid detail. Much of his childhood was spent studying the ways of his fatherland. Its history, its legacy. Anything and everything between history and politics. His father made sure of it. And he also made sure to entrust much too heavy responsibilities to a mere child. He did so out of desperation. Out of the need to protect something so that it is not lost. So that it does not become an ember of time. But even when you wish for the best, there may be space for errors. And a few were definitively made.

Kaeya's mother, on the other hand... Their relationship was more based on feeling. Empathy. He remembers how her hair matched his own, and how beautiful her eyes looked in the middle of the night — shining amidst the darkness. How her touch was tender. How she used to sing a very specific song to him sometimes. The melody was beautiful, and the lyrics were even more impactful. A way for him to not forget the sacrifices of their people, despite not having been there to experience the downfall. A way for him to not forget the sacrilege which had befallen all over Khaenri'ah 500 years ago. A cry-out against the gods and their greed. A lullaby that was supposed to recall the past, yet implant hope for a better future.

We roared and roared And twisted and screamed For ours, a vale of better dreams.

Hear the reaper sing, A tale of winter done.

And yet. And yet. Abandoned.

For the sake of his people? For the sake of humanity? For the sake of having a better life? For the sake of surviving? He does not know. He has questioned his biological parents' intentions too many times now. And he believes he is not closer to the truth.

And yet. And yet. Abandoned.

Nothing changes the fact. Say that "it is for the best" to any child. None will understand it. Some will even go as far as to nurture resentment. Kaeya surely has been there. He still is there, when his revolt becomes too grand to contain.

He thought that the Ragnvindrs represented his second chance. They were supposed to be his second chance. A chance for redemption. A chance for... happiness. Yet Crepus died. Diluc raised his weapon against him amidst iron-melting fire. And left.

And there he stood. Abandoned. Once more.

Whether that was for his own good or his own tragedy... He has yet to determine. But no matter how fast he runs from his past, the latter always manages to catch him, in some way or another.

And such is the irony of life.

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust everything Rot's And Everything, Rust's !

You wonder why I have a hard time giving a Shit About anything.

It's because I've gone beyond you all I have transcended so far beyond what we call normal I am just going Beyond everything.

There are times that I wonder if I've gone beyond God.

There is creation there is wife and nothing in life makes me happy I'm not happy I'm never happy I constantly see beyond everything.

It's cruel to keep me alive.

. . .

As for everyone is so happy being alive and living life I'm trying to find a way if I can make a deal with the grim reaper or some Shit like that.

For the devil will just take your soul he does no good if he can't be an Asshole he's not interested.

😐

So I just want to let you know that you don't have to be psychic to see everything.

. . .

If I let you confused with these the dilapidated images.

. . .

I do not want you to fear not, I just wanted to give you an example.

. . .

! Oh ! - AND !!!

Let's not forget everybody's ultimate fate no matter what they do who they are what great story they've had, think of you a hero they could be a villain they give me the sexiest gal in town that could be a woman who had a hundred babies and all their babies when they get older or sometime in their life this will happen to them as well.

Everyone takes life so seriously.

. . .

Everyone takes the Responsibility that they're absolute Paramount and trying to tell them anything but, it just makes you look like a crazy person, people are so stupid they believe in mental illness.

. . .

Unfortunately everything we take super serious in this world if nothing more than a figment of our own imagination, just like when you were a little baby you took your toys ultimately seriously and then you go out of that and then you took probably video game super seriously and then you grew out of that, humans take everything Ultra serious that has no serious nothing has True value especially not money.

. . .

So this being said, Fuk all of The Law's, and just do whatever Fuck you want before the day you are dead.

. . .

If nothing is Really serious in the universe nothing is ever truly really sacred, everything is Really Extremely Temporary and Everybody Acts that they Can go on Forever.

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[atrophite]

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[ow-anteater]

Assorted headcanons i honest to god sometimes forget aren’t canon:

D.va talks to her mech like it’s a person. Across a whole day of maintenance she has to tell Dae-Hyun ‘I wasn’t talking to you’ at least a couple of times

Soldier’s had that jacket for 25+ years at this point and it is falling apart, he vehemently refuses to get rid of it because it’s comfy

Moira has a really explosive laugh on the rare occasions she laughs properly. She tries her best to suppress it but at times it just turns to snorts instead

Mercy’s had every hair color under the sun, if somebody comes into the medbay with a bad home-dye she’ll yell at you with the same vigor as if you’d treated an injury poorly

Both Ana and Soldier are sweary as hell off duty. Mostly to be a contrarian, Reaper rarely if ever swears (unluckily for him, Genji and Cassidy are also really sweary, both off and on duty)

Brigitte has a really prominent tooth gap, Lúcio does as well

Sigma has such a hard time gauging what the layperson will understand of his job. His explanations range from ‘oh it’s this simple thing where [spiel you’d need four degrees to understand]’ to ‘okay so you know how there are stars? Up there??’

Orisa speaks like seven languages but all very formally and high brow

Pharah’s got at least an inch or three on Cassidy in height. She’s also taller than both Soldier and Reaper

Reinhardt still can’t really read analogue clocks