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thegodthief · 6 months

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Dreamt I was sitting out under a clear night sky. The card deck that [that one entity] wanted me to get was in my hands. I noted that despite the theme of the deck, there was only an artistic connection to the visible stars. As I idly shuffled the deck, I would stop at random moments to see which card was on top. I noticed that [a particular card] kept reappearing and realized that the card was also a repeat shower in the waking as well. [That one entity] had already made it clear that I was not to use any already established system of card reading with this deck, so I had no context with which to frame this card's appearance.

Adiutor was sitting quietly on my shoulder in her doll form. So quietly in fact, that when she spoke up, she startled me. How I did not fling her into the abyss of night, I am not sure.

"Still don't know what to do with this deck?"

"Not one bit."

"Well, you know you're dreaming, so why not ask the card that keeps showing up?"

"That makes sense, Adiutor. Too much sense. It means engaging with a whole new class of spirits that I am not equipped to understand."

"You engage with humans at your work that you are not equipped to understand. What's the difference?"

I turned my head to stare at her while her form's blank face radiated barely tolerable smugness. "There's a difference between Willfully Ignorant and Willfully Not Human. The former can be herded. The latter can herd me. I'd rather not be a pawn in someone else's game again."

Despite my rebuttal, I picked up the card and studied it. In the dreamscape it was identical to the physical card on my desk. I held the card out and looked up to the night sky. "Well, if I'm supposed to be making contact with you, it would help if I knew more about you."

The card vibrated in my hand. I looked back at it and examined the printed figure. The head of the figure suddenly turned to face me squarely. It winked and smiled a little and then turned back to the static image as before. But in that wink, it relayed some understanding.

"Ah, fuck."

"What's wrong, Master?"

"I can't do this."

"Can't do what, Master?"

"Don't you start playing Little Miss Naive with me. This is the start of something new, something unique, something that I won't be able to find in a book."

"Isn't that the point, Master? I do recall you bragging about how you can't be found in any book."

"It wasn't bragging, you little shit, it was lamenting. If I were twenty years younger, yea, I would take this as a challenge. But I'm not twenty years younger. I can't handle anything new like this. I can barely handle myself right now."

I closed my eyes to the card but I couldn't forget what I was told no matter how hard I tried. Useless. What good is giving me something that will never be put to use and can't be passed on to someone who can?

I'm so tired.

"Master."

"... Hm."

"If you can't handle anything, does that mean you don't want to change? Because if your life is going to get better, then it will change from how it is now. Are you saying that you don't want that?"

"... Adiutor, the only reason I'm not throwing your doll body into a fire is because I know I'm dreaming, and I don't want to piss off the entity that gave you to me. That's bullshit reasoning, and you fucking know it, you manipulative little fuck!"

"Of course, I'm being manipulative. I would worry if you didn't see that. But, the challenge still remains. Are you so content with how your life is now, that you don't feel it is worthwhile to change it?"

"There's a difference between what this deck is offering and trying to improve my situation."

She laid down on my shoulder in a way that made me wonder if she wasn't part cat. "Please tell me, oh wise and all-knowing Master, all the ways that your life can change in an instant and why it isn't worth trying to make the best of any of those possibilities."

"Adiutor, I have so many projects and works in progress. I can only attempt to finish one thing if I am willing to abandon five others. I'm stretched to my limit. I can't handle One More Thing. I don't have the time or the access to research this. I don't have the time to set aside just to entertain this. I can barely keep my head above water and shit like this makes me wonder why I haven't given up and drowned already? Or did no one tell you what happened when I moved here. When it was revealed that a significant engrossing matter that I was engaged in was really just a stage play to keep me from cutting my throat back then? How many times am I going to be something else's entertainment? I'M FUCKING TIRED, BITCH! I'm so tired. And what this card is offering, I can't accept. I don't have any room for one more new thing."

She slid off my shoulder and scrambled down my arm. "Yes, you are very tired, Master. It is good that I am your adiutor. My name is a Latin word, if you forgot, it means 'helper', among other things." She pulled the playing card easily from my fingers and held it in front of her as if to study the artwork. The regular sized playing card was a massive poster to her.

"So, I know some of what this is about. And while the presentation is new, the subject is not. You just never had a clear way of connecting to this before." She laid the card in my hand and pointed to the value in the corner. "This is a King, so you know this represents a ruler or controller of an area, situation, or pathway. And the suit is Clubs, which you already associate with [certain things]. Therefore, this card is representative of the ruler or lord of [certain things]. And I am willing to bet my stitches that you made contact with a spirit representing your personal King of Clubs, and that now that this contact is made, there is a call to complete the court."

There was no spite or smugness in her words, which surprised me. There was only a soft gentleness that I was not used to coming from her. "Yea. That's what happened. Just all in a blink of an eye, but yea. I thought I was just peeking through the keyhole when the door was snatched open, and so much came through that I was just overwhelmed. But now that you've laid it out, it doesn't sound so daunting. ... It's still a lot though."

She nodded and settled herself in the palm of my free hand. "It is, and it isn't. This is you picking up what has always been yours, but you were never taught how to do it. So you're learning the hard way, and hard things are hard, but new things are necessary if you are going to make your life better."

"... I guess."

"I know, Master."

Together we looked up to the clear night sky. Nothing else happened, so I allowed myself to slip away into a deeper sleep.

#dream

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sonderrow · 1 year

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A journal entry. 06/??

I would have done everything for her. Even if the whole world would fight against her, even if she wanted the whole world destroyed, I would have done it. Or at least, I would have died trying, give it my best shot.

Love isn’t something you can imagine, it is not something you can make up or picture if you’ve never experienced it. Men and women from all around try to express it, communicate it, even animals. It is too intricate, too unique, and too destructive to be given a form, or else it would decimate everything. Or so I believe. I cannot talk for everyone, even if I would like to to give my feelings more power. But I loved her. I truly did. And I think I always will.

I was always destined to be married. It was decided even before I was born, and just like everything I didn’t mind. Every practical and even impractical advantages were lined up for us to meet. Unlike what fiction gives, arranged marriage are not as bad as one might think. I learned quickly from my parents how versatile humans are, even in matters as pure as love. That you could learn to love someone, and they could love you back. Respect and communication were key, and so with those tools in mind since I was only a boy was I on the lookout for a partner. Thankfully, I still had a last say. I knew myself, or, at the time, I thought I knew. I had every bits of my routine down to a peg, and I needed someone who could match my own pace, and give me my own space. I met a lot of suitors, yet none of them gave me the spark I needed, the tiny fickle of infatuation which would lead me in only a matter of a few weeks to become engaged. If I took too much time, I resolved myself to pick the one who fitted the profile I needed most.

I met Oriana in a wide Chinese garden, I don’t even remember if it was in a hotel or at her own place. I don’t especially like the place, as much as my roots come from my mother. Too much ego, not enough pure air. I was born in America, and will remain an American to heart. Still, my rougher ways didn’t seem to bother her. She was both so polite, but what I liked most about her was her honesty. Not a brutal, impolite one, but I could tell how genuine her character was. A hard worker, although she was so human. The garden was the most cliche place to be, the traditional building had room for our parents to discuss arrangement, and a place for us to walk around. I held her umbrella so her skin wouldn’t be hurt by the sunlight while she was feeding the fishes in a pond. We soon realized near half of them were dead, but we didn’t bother.

I didn’t want to kick around the bush and opened up to her, see if like so many sensitive noble ladies she would back away from someone people liked to picture as cruel, when really I just disliked numerous matters. She told me I was refreshing, like some, but also replied to me. Shared her own thoughts, which were so ambiguous, both in a bit of a naive hint, but spoken like an intellectual. One who happened to become one through nurturing their intellect, and not by a sense of vanity. To this day I never spoke so openly to someone again, and I don’t think I ever will.

She was an artist. Though I enjoyed the modern art, its brutality and impracticality, she was a romantic, finding her passion in neoclassicism and impressionism. She didn’t discriminate, and loved every bit of those even painted by the most misogynist of man. Her family was so traditionalist, they always looked ashamed whenever she would speak of Caucasian artists instead of her local ones, even if her own half of the family was English, but she didn’t bother. It was the first time I thanked my mother to be of the East, if not I would have probably never met Oriana. It just made me fall more in love with her. Less than a year of engagement later, we were married.

I made love to her for the first time at the end of our marriage and not the wedding. We both didn’t like it. The wedding, I mean. The grandiose ceremony. It was not of our taste, yet mandatory, like a business event, that is how we decided to digest it. However, we both shared the thought that, if this was a matter so personal as a life partner, we didn’t want it to be mixed with whatever professionalism brought. For one month, we were actually married without anyone knowing, as we exchanged rings and signed the papers at the city hall.

She made me regret I threw away my first time, I didn’t even know real shame until now. It was so simple, laying down in a hotel room we shared afterwards, called it our real honeymoon. She laid down on her back and I took her hands, intertwined her fingers with mine as I undressed before I helped her out of her long skirt and blouse. I took her in my arms and pressed my forehead against her as I traced her pale skin with my fingertips, whispering softly, asking her how it felt here, stopping whenever I felt she was becoming a bit tense.

At some point I thought she was too stressed and pulled the blanket above us, and I embraced her. Skin to skin, each centimetre of our body against another, and I didn’t mind if it would have stopped at that, but Oriana, she wanted to keep going. She rarely ever touched herself, not like I minded so much. It took at least a good hour, given how inexperienced she was and a few cramps of the wrist, but I wanted her to reach her limit before I did. With only my touch. So she would both get to know herself and me before becoming one. She held onto me so tightly when we did, I think I melted. It was the only time we slept together, I don’t think we needed more than that.

A few months later, we found out she was pregnant. We didn’t even have to talk about it and we secretly went to an abortion clinic the same day.

She understood my love for the little things, which were to me everything that mattered. We never made anything grandiose, but sometimes I would notice how she liked to change the flowers in our house depending of her mood. As neutral as the place we lived in was, it was those flowers which made home feel new every once in a while. I’d feel like I was in Europe one day and in Australia the next one. She knew I liked lotus flowers, and so she’d put fresh ones at the middle of the dinner table.

I don’t think anyone can say they have ever lived real love if they didn’t share the same home and amazement for one person for time and time again.

I found out she was sort of a show off. We didn’t mind if we were accosted by someone during public events, we trusted one another, but I saw the spark in her eyes when she would play along with a man, and then hop back at my side, wrapping her arms and going to her tiptoes as she held me by the neck. I always smiled from the inside. So much. Not because I was boasting about my wife, but because of how this cocky side of her, I was the only one who knew it.

I don’t remember how much time we spent like this, I didn’t count it, I couldn’t, or I didn’t want to. I don’t want to remember.

Oriana was always an odd one, behind her smiles and her kindness. Her own cynicism, but also her innocence. It was something I appreciated, but not more than that. It made her unique, who she was… only it became worst with time. The flowers would be kept unkept, or she would change them too often, not even wait for them to be a bit wilted. She would get lost when coming home from the grocery store, accidentally and constantly forget how to dress herself properly, when she normally was almost impeccable. Little things which didn’t matter, like me asking for one of those small details, as her being the one adding milk to my coffee, would cause her to tremble and, subsequently, hours later, cry when she would randomly remember it. I would find her by the window, staring not even outside but at the wall, looking grim in the morning. I would come back home and find her in the same state. Bruises and scratches started to appear on her body, even on weekends we didn’t leave the house. She stopped reading novels too. When I asked her why, she told me she couldn’t read anymore. I took it as her losing interest in them.

Whenever she was in bad shape, I put my forehead against hers and held her chest against mine. I liked to put my face towards her collarbone, the depth of the embrace she said reminded her of a warmth long lost. I knew her family. I knew how they were and I… never wanted her to come back to that.

One day, she asked me if I could meet her on a bridge, the green metal one made for pedestrians, just above the lake. I was in the middle of work, but as she sounded like it was urgent, I cancelled my schedule and met her right away. Then I watched in horror as she looked at me, smiled and then jumped above the fence to the waters below.

Dementia is an illness that mostly develops as someone ages. However, in rare cases, it happens before. It comes with a variety of symptoms, ones I just do not prefer to think about, including depression. It didn’t matter the hormones, or whatever the doctor said, what mattered is that my wife was unwell. Doctors said it was a miracle she survived, and I held her hand the whole way through her recovery. I fed her even when she didn’t want to eat, held her when she was about to fall while relearning how to walk.

I don’t remember how much time we spent like this, I didn’t count it, I couldn’t, or I didn’t want to. I don’t want to remember.

She didn’t talk to me about it. There was only something between us, not exactly a wall. But the connection between us which I felt made me keep going, even as she kept silent. Then the official story started, after her recovery when I found her with another woman in our hotel room. I thought it would do her good to go on this business trip with me, like a bit of a vacation. See the Mediterranean coast, where Renoir spent his last years. I packed her medication and checked to have a doctor readily available if needed.

She broke down after this, fell to the ground in this room which felt smaller and smaller the second we were left alone. Tears fell down her cheeks and her round face contorted in sorrows and anguish. She screamed and held onto me so tightly, like she was falling. She told me how much she wanted to die, how much she hated this, everything. From her face to her feet, to how she breathed and whoever else. I could feel her nails digging in my back, like when I held her so intimately, only with more blood going down my skin. It was like she wanted to rip the flesh off my skeleton.

She told me how she never loved me. How she dreaded being forced into a life not chosen by her and how she couldn’t keep up with this act anymore. I knew. I knew. How it was possible that she may have not felt the same way I felt about her. She told me how horrible I was, with a clarity in her eyes I never saw before, one full of truth, and not just the demons in her head talking, I didn’t question a word she said. She was too smart, and I couldn’t start to even think about what she knew about me I never told her about. She told me how disgusting I was, how my willingness to give on everything and not twitch a bit, how I processed it, how inhuman this could be. And yet she cried so much. Because she was crying for the both of us.

She muttered how much she hated her life, over and over again before she buried her face on my chest, her nails still clawing at the meat of my corpse. I held her as tightly as I could.

I don’t remember how much time we spent like this, I didn’t count it, I couldn’t, or I didn’t want to. I don’t want to remember.

The official story is that I was too much of a neglectful husband, that I didn’t take care of a devoted wife who needed love, and that she was still the best of party when she would remarry, that a dozen times should my honour be tainted before hers, and that I would not known to be such an unsuitable candidate for espousal. The story I tell some is that I caught my wife cheating on me, because of my own neglect. The real story is that we were just meant to be a tragedy.

Mr. Kessler

I would like to thank you personally for the generous donation you gave to our institution. As always, we pride ourselves in giving our people a safe environment when they can flourish. We will make sure to use the funds wisely.

It is with pleasure that I tell you that your friend, Ms. Liu, has been improving greatly in our facility as her condition has been stabilizing over the past few weeks. Just like you asked, she was given the right the use safe gardening tools to tend to the courtyard and she has been lovely to both our stuff and pairs.

I am, however, sorry to tell you that Ms. Liu still doesn’t allow any visitor or gifts and it is important for us to respect our patients’ wishes. However, if the situation were to change, we would contact you as soon as possible.

Although, I do not only write for you as a formality. I wanted to inquire you about Ms. Liu’s situation. We recently had visitors from the Liu family, which is asking to take Ms. Liu into their custody. She is, of course, a legal adult and has to make the decision. We have greatly advised Ms. Liu to remain with us as I do believe she needs constant medical attention. However, this will be the last of message I can send you as the papers of your divorce will be completed as of next week, making you not related to Ms. Liu and unable to access the rights to be informed of her condition since Ms. Liu asked expressly for her information to not be shared and our institution only disclaims those to legal family.

With gratitude and sincere thanks, I wish you good luck,

Dr. Auguste Lupien, of the Vance Mental Institute

Less than a month after I heard she had moved back in China with her family. And I never saw her again.

I don’t remember how much time we spent like this, I didn’t count it, I couldn’t, or I didn’t want to. I don’t want to remember.

#.kessler ( headcanon )

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angeltreasure · 2 years

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Cecilia here, Happy St. Patrick's Day! I had a good one, got to do the Stations of the Cross, had an easy day at work and had a lovely fish dinner (wasn't sure what my church's stance was on fasting today so better safe than sorry.) Also just finished my 20th day toward my 33 days to Consecration to Mary, and tomorrow going to a 40 days for life rally to pray for a closing of a local abortion clinic. Otherwise have a random question. I love fantasy stuff, like dragons, fairies, the whole shebang. Are there any problems as a Catholic with liking fantasy stuff, or even thinking it could perhaps be real? I mean, unicorns are in the Bible and so are dragons. Like, not worship obviously, but like think they could perhaps exist. God Bless!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!! ☘️

It sounds like you had an amazing day! You inspire me to keep strong. I had an easy day at work too. My mom brought home shakes, apple pies, and cupcakes! Even though our diocese gave us permission to eat meat today we both felt funny about it so no meat for us either. I read The Confession of Saint Patrick out loud to my mom after turning on the decorative lights, followed by watching Father Stu!

I have absolutely loved fantasy things ever since I was a young child, especially dragons. I was obsessed with dragons for a long, long time..when I was younger. The oldest tales of cultures used to be passed down generation to generation in word, and it is not surprising to find that they used imagery to try and grasp the form of fear of the unknown. Dragons, in fact, used to be drawn on the edge of world maps of old, because not a lot was known like we have now. Dragons are a common story found across all continents around the world, some see them as monsters and demons, others as ancestors with much wisdom made up of different animals, even made up gods. Satan takes on the form of a dragon, waiting to devour the child of the woman in the Bible. Since Satan was once the most powerful, intelligent angel, it would be easy for him to perhaps transform into such an image. We already know too well who the serpent was. Yes unicorns are mentioned as well!

It’s important to realize the difference between reality vs fiction as a Catholic. There is nothing wrong with admiring fictional creatures that artists and authors give us, but it becomes a problem if we worship them or think that specific fictional creation by some author itself is real, for example, Spyro, and tell others the lie that Spyro is a real animal. There are ways it can lead to sin, so make sure to ask your confessor next time you go so you can be informed better than I can explain. I think it’s important to also note that the veil we can’t see behind is real and there are real classified animals created by God that are very much dragon-like that you can actually learn about and see in real life. (I don’t know my horses as well as lizards so you must forgive me.) For example here are just a few… There are over 41 species of Draco alone.

Draco taeniopterus (Thai flying dragon)

We also have this guy….they have been known to attack, kill, and eat humans! Yikes!

Varanus komodoensis (Komodo dragon)!!

There are at least six or more species of Pogona (bearded dragon)…

Phycodurus eques (leafy sea dragon)

Tribolonotus gracilis (Red-eyed Crocodile Skink)

Dracaena guianensis (Northern Caiman Lizard)

Ouroborus cataphractus (Armadillo Girdled Lizard)

Hydrosaurus pustulatus (Phillipine Sailfin Lizard)

Alligator sinensis (Chinese alligator)

#asks #Cecilia

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omarv165 · 1 year

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Final Assignment

Throughout this course, I have learned the meaning of art and how to define or feel some way toward a picture or sculpture. I also have known and connected with this summer course and experienced different ways humans can be creative and make art from almost anything we are attracted to. By making statements that reflect my thought patterns, I was able to use critical thinking throughout the assignments and make an analysis; furthermore, for this assignment, I will find a theme that I have often repeated and used throughout. I have also learned that when analyzing art, you must first know the different types of materials and the perspective of the artist from which they have made. This is how I will find the theme of my manifesto.

For starters, the first assignment I will use will be from module 6. In this assessment, I used a poem and had to reflect on how it made me feel and depict what the author was trying to portray. The poem that I chose was called “Hope” by Emily Dickinson. My analysis described the author’s details and themes for the poem. I did this by seeing patterns such as repeated words and how she used figurative language in the poem—by breaking down the poem consisting of the challenges she’s faced throughout her lifetime and how she symbolizes herself as a bird that has hope carrying her throughout life. Seeing the theme of overcoming challenges allowed me to connect with the poem as I go through obstacles in my life. It just shows that life is about the ups and downs, but what matters is how you approach them; you can either make the best of it or not.

Furthermore, the next assignment from module 9 was adding five different photos. For this assignment, it allowed me to review my photographs from an entirely new perspective. For this assignment, I gathered five recent pictures corresponding to one theme. This assignment was unique as I was the artist. I reflected on the feeling the photographs gave off and how the lighting affected the picture. Also, not only did the lighting in the photo have an effect but also the type of photo it was. For example, F/64 is how the image focuses on the foreground and background. I was able to connect every picture to represent one theme. When looking at the photographs, the details are much different from analyzing someone else’s work, so it is a unique view from my perspective to know what elements made up the photographic art.

The final assignment that I analyzed from a painting is from module 3. I selected an image through this assignment and described the author and my perspective. The painting I chose is “Mechanical Elements” by Fernand Leger. He often uses shapes and lines in a repeated pattern in his painting to bring modern architecture to mind. He repeats shapes and colors such as green, blue, and red. My analysis was able to tell the painting of Leger by seeing the different shapes he uses in the painting, such as circles, rectangles, and cylinders. Not only did figures influence the painting, but also the other lines, curved or straight. For example, he has a jagged line; to me, it represents a heartbeat on a heartbeat monitor. Also, the vivid colors give life to the objects and what they stand for. Not only did having an open mind see different perspectives on the painting, but it also led me to understand and get close to what the artist is depicting and his motive for painting it.

In conclusion, art can be in many forms, from a painting to a poem. My perspective plays a part in analyzing art, and others’ perspectives play a vital role in this humanities course by making us use critical thinking to reflect on our thoughts and patterns. All the paintings have various details to help define themselves and the theme or symbols that help portray them. Art involves creativity; that’s what this course has taught me to view art through its many forms.

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afterhourswjay · 2 years

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I heard you have OCs and I’m curious now, I want to know about them, tell me about them

Ooo, ok!! So, some of these ocs are old and because I haven't seen/drawn them in ages, Idr what they were originally like or planned to be like. I'll make some stuff up as I go sjnfjfjd xD I'll try and note who made the artwork if I didn't draw them myself :3

So, first up is my 'persona', Jay. This one was drawn by SeaEagle on a pet site called FlightRising (lotsa tallented artists hangin' out on there)

He's the most 'me' any of my characters get, while also being his own lil guy. Or, big. He's tall, like, somewhere between 6'5 and 6'7. As seen in the picture, he's really into cars. He's also got a motorcycle, and some horses. Living my dream of being a mechanic and horse trainer. Don't ask me how, both require a lot of time and effort to do, but he manages to find the time to stay great at both

The next oc of mine is BlueJay, as an anthro and feral.

He's actually the original version of my persona, Jay. In his anthro form, he likes much the same things that Jay does. However, he takes semi-regular camping trips and shifts to a feral form (kinda like a werewolf transformation, but he's not a were slfjs). Not much to say about him other than I look forward to expanding upon his personality, and making him a distinct character apart from the human Jay

Next up is Jiemu.

I still have to redraw him at some point, but he's supposed to be sky blue, black, and a neon blue. I honestly don't remember much about him other than he's a 'computer program' to kinda fit into one of my friends universes. He can technically shapeshift, but the markings will always give him away no matter his form

Next up is Pup. I commissioned @meatygutsy to draw him! (I hope you don't mind the ping ^^;)

I made a post about him here, but essentially, he's a big boy who's an experiment :3 He's pretty big, and I'm still deciding whether he originally had a head and the experiment was taking his head to see what happened, or if the scientists took his head and gave him wings during the middle of his incubation period (since he's a clone) :D

Then theres Twy. Literally just a duo coloured cat lskdf

I'm thinking that she's some form of chimera, but I'm not sure xD

I also have some ocs that are in the works, and are still being worked on, so I won't be adding them here. Perhaps I can make a part 2 when I do get around to commissioning someone to draw them & finish up what I want them to be like :3

#jays thoughts #jay chats about his ocs #my ocs my beloved #my art #not my art #a healthy mix of my art with other people's art #jay squawks

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can-i-be-your-blue · 3 years

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Merahark dream

What it's like being in love with him

(Artist: eliwebr7)

You meet dream when her was washed ashore, tangled in nets and with deep cuts

He was very worried that you would hurt him but he was shocked that you helped him by cutting of the nets and patching his wounds

Had to help him back into to the water and he gave you a little kiss on the lips as a thank you before swimming off

You guys continued to meet up and slowly falling in love with each other.

He started telling you about his culture and visa versa. You get him try some meats of the land (he really likes the meat change so keep being it to him)

He started giving you gems and pretty things as courting gifts which you accepted happily

You guys like to swim with each other, you also like to have him swim u places as he holds onto you or you hanged onto his back fin

He loves affection but mostly kissess and you running your fingers through his hair

Nsfw

You happen to stumble upon him in his heat

To say he almost jumped on you

He laid there and explained what was happening

You sat and listened, you hugged him watching him snuggle into your neck, placing little kisses and nips of affection

Unlike mermaid him who lays eggs in your womb you get a lot of potent cum

He goes at it for hours at a time, he has drawn blood on you a bit from his teeth and claws

He growls and Huff maybe a little moans here and there while going at it

Safe to say you end up pregnant with his pup

Likes to bite you while he mates you out if possessiveness of other sharks might take you from him

Hes really big, his dicks are about 9.5 and thick as a wine bottle. He kinda hurts when going in so you prepare for when you guys do the do

When he goes into his rut he's in his cave which is close to where you found him but it's really secluded from life.

Of course you half in water making sure you don't go under while he's fucking the life out of you.

He has sensitive parts like his gills and flipping him upside down to get him in a haze

He doesn't know what humans do in sex so he asks and you show him.

You get him to lay on his back so you can ride him which has him looking blissed out. Face red, eyes closed and moaning like crazy

You also give him a blow job and a hand job, it really made him really shy bc no on ever does this as it's usually just about mating in his culture. He really enjoyed it to so do it again occasionally also he cums a lot form it

You've also tried pegging him, it took him some time to get use to it but also enjoys it.

Mark him up it pisses off all the females of his kind off bc he's been marked by someone they don't know. Shows that shit off

#dreanwastaken #dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream x reader #dreamxd x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x you #dream smut

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fansids · 3 years

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Sketch Request for @sketching-shark

I have a lot to say about this one. I'm putting it all below the cut:

Let me start by saying this is the last of the three requests I got before I updated my rules, and I am not drawing a background like this for the others. Ya'll already know how I feel about backgrounds.

And sorry this took so long but I'll explain why below

Sketching-shark...buddy...friend...my dude, why you gotta put me back on my bullshit???

"idk if this is something you'd be interested in imagining/portraying-"

DUDE, DO YOU KNOW THE SELF-RESTRAINT I PLACED ON MYSELF TO MAKE THE SHADOW OF THE KING AU CANON COMPLIANT????

I WAS BARELY HOLDING BACK, I HAVE SO MANY CONCEPTS IN MY FOLDERS I WASN'T LETTING MYSELF USE, BUT THESE MONKIES HAVE WORMED THEIR WAY INTO MY HEART AND MIND, HOW DARE-

FUCK IT, THIS IS EXPANDING INTO THE LEGO MONKIE KID TIMELINE. AND I'M SHOVING THESE TWO INTO IT.

I WANT TO HUG YOU AND SHAKE YOU AT THE SAME TIME.

Firstly, this drawing was an EXPERIENCE. I knew about the four spiritual primates, but the other two are mentioned once each in the entirety of jttw. I spent quite a bit of time trying to find like ANY other information about like what they're intended to represent/symbolize in jttw, but I came up pretty much empty. Though I did find out that they can also be translated to be called the "The Four World-Wrecking Monkeys."

Anyway, meet Cháng-bì Yuán [left] and Mǎ hóu [right], aka the Long-Armed Ape and Red-bottomed Horse Monkey. I really hope their names translated the way I wanted them to.

I have spent so many hours trying to figure out their species and designs.

I originally intended to design Cháng-bì off of an extinct species of gibbon, but I was unable to find any reconstructions or artistic renditions of any of the three extinct species, so I decided to leave Cháng-bì's specific species vague.

Mǎ hóu on the other hand was far more complicated. Some translations called her a bare-bottomed ape, or horse monkey, and others said baboon. I have no idea what a "horse monkey" is and my searches didn't yield much. It definitely didn't help that baboons are not native to Asia. I decided to make her a gelada, cause they live in grasslands and eat grass which is kinda horse-like I guess? They also have these gorgeous manes and lion-like tails. (Have you seen their teeth? That shit gave me nightmares as a kid)

Cháng-bì's clothing gave me a bit of trouble. I know gibbons have long arms, but drawing them is so weird since my brain tells me she's heavily disproportionate. I covered her arms with sleeves both because I like the look, and it helps me ignore her arm length.

I looked up a lot of different styles of hanfu before settling on this one for Cháng-bì. I actually finished this pic like two days ago, but I went back and completely redesigned her hanfu cause I really didn't like it. I don't think this will be her final look, same for Mǎ hóu. I have a number of issues with both of their clothing. Cháng-bì's collar and embroidery looks off. And do me a favor and pay as little attention to Mǎ hóu's armor as humanely possible. But this gives me a pretty good starting point.

I am not the best at clothing design, as you've probably noticed by now...

I can't find much information on them outside of their one mention in jttw. I'm not expecting that they themselves appear anywhere, but like what do they mean?? What do they represent? What would be proper powers to give them? Cause currently Cháng-bì's possible abilities sound the most terrifying.

Guys, I need answers, I need information. Or ideas or something. I am not knowledgeable enough in the Chinese mythos to plan these two out the way I want to. I have a very vague idea about their pasts and personalities, but nothing I'm comfortable with solidifying.

Any form of help or resource is very welcome.

Overall, this was a pretty fun mini project. I even got to draw a protective SWK.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #sketch request #sun wukong #mk #qi xiaotian #chang-bi #ma hou #four spiritual primates #shadow of the king au #myart #me: this introduction would probably be best at some calm point in s1 #me: drops a depowered Mk and SWK in the middle of nowhere in an alt s3 #I could've made this whole meeting A LOT darker and scarier #But I spent way too much damn time on their outfits to obscure them with rain/darkness/literally anything

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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NSFW ~ Demon! Zoro x Angel! F! Reader ~ Against Heaven and Hell - Chapter 2: I Have Found You

So, chapter 2 my loves it's finally here! I hope you all enjoy this second part that -surprise- is not the ending. Remember this fic is based on @undercoverweeeb request for SWE2.

Chapters: Ch1; Ch2; Final

Tw: Smut! soft degradation. Zoro turns into a demon while fucking reader so be aware of it. Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

AU: Demon/Angel - Canon divergence Wano Kuni.

A/N: For this fic, Zoro has long hair. I got inspired by this AMAZING artist.

I strongly suggest to read “Wanted” Oda’s canon comic. Specially “Monsters” chapter about Shimotsuki Ryuma’s story. My story involves not only Zoro but also Ryuma, so in case you don’t remember who is he, is the zombie samurai that gave Zoro the Shusui katana on Thriller Bark. You will also notice the name "Flare". Flare is Ryuma's canon first love (probably his wife, yet Oda didn't show us that tho). But, keep in mind she is included too.

Wc: 3.2K

A silver light filters through your eyelids. Pink leaves rain on you, yellow flickering bulbs dance all around. The sound of rumbling water catches your attention.

“Where am I?”

The shiniest half-moon you have ever seen stands out on a black sky. It looks like ice, like steel. Completely mesmerized by its beauty, “Shimotsuki” you think. That’s an ice moon.

Your body rests over a green cape on the ground. You stretch your arms, and you want to do the same with your wings, but you quickly remember you shouldn’t. Slowly, a little bit dizzy, you kneel on the ground taking the green cape and covering you. It’s not cold but you feel the need to cover your clothes with that cape. You feel secure with it over your shoulders.

“What’s this place? Wasn’t I at the Red Shrine before?”

There is a lake, and a waterfall. A man, sitting on some rocks meditating while the water springs bathe his head and shoulders. “Such a beautiful man” you think, slowly standing up from the ground. You walk towards the little coast, wary yet carefully. Driven like a bug to the light.

“Is that Zoro-san?”

And he suddenly opens his eyes, both of his eyes. You gasp, scared. That eye, the eye you thought he couldn’t open, the one he didn’t have… he has it. And it’s terrifying, yet beautiful. A ruby ball that shines even brighter than the moon, crimson stare that sends shivers down your spine.

Zoro quickly closes his eyelid and smirks. “Welcome, (Name)” he shouts and stands up. He is completely naked, tanned skin that shines with the moon like it doesn’t with the sun. Each muscle shown in his anatomy, a big scar crossing his chest. Long, silky green hair untied falls over his shoulders and back. You can even see something you have never seen before… “genitals” you mumble.

And you wonder if you also have those too… you have come to earth in a human form… Could it be? Could it be that I also have those?. And looking at him just makes you want to. Everything about that man invites you to sin. Everything.

The samurai stands up and jumps into the lake. His naked body submerges into the reflection of the moon over the water. You can see his green hair flow as he swims towards you. When he finally emerges, he pulls his wet hair back. The holy embodiment of the Original Sin right before your eyes.

Drops travel from his temples to the sharpest jaw you have ever seen. Zoro puts his two big hands on the shore and pulls himself out of the water in just a second. He stands right in front of you, showing you proudly his whole perfect body.

“Oi, why did you run away?” he asks, naturally. Completely unaware of his nudity. “Oh… Oh…” you babble, trying to look aside. You are sure that looking at a naked man is a sin. And due to the lack of your answers he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him.

“I asked you why you ran away earlier?” he insists. And there it is, once again you are able to smell that scent, steel, and blood. Blood and steel. “Because… you smell like blood” you tell him, trembling. “Haaah?” he asks, confused yet he doesn’t let go of your chin. “Like blood? I haven’t killed anyone yet”.

Your eyes open even wider… “You haven't killed anyone… yet?” you repeat, at this point not sure about how your quivering limbs hold you standing. “I’m not gonna hurt you” he says, letting go of your chin and walking towards his white yukata on the floor.

“Can I have my cape back, angel?”

You turn around, did he just call you “angel”? Zoro knows about your true nature?. “You can keep it if you want to” he says. But you walk towards him, close so close. He is tugging his katanas on the sash and suddenly stops realizing you are way too close to him. “Why did you call me angel? Did you bring me here?” you demand.

Zoro rises his brows and bends towards your face. “Because you look and smell like one, and yes I did” he says. “Aren’t you pure? You smell pure”. You swallow and begin walking backwards. Zoro follows you. “Pure? Why did you bring me here?” you ask. “Pure… as if no one has ever… touched your skin. And I brought you here because you told me you were going to show me that thing… the moon” Zoro responds, taking his hand closer to your waist. You are panting, you are scared yet fighting against the real need of him touching you.

Walking back, even more so he doesn’t touch you… back, back… “Angel!!” Zoro shouts as the ground beneath your feet turns into void, and you fall into the lake.

Everything turns blurry when your body submerges into the water. You don’t really know how to swim, the fine silk of your clothes flow all around you. You can only see the moon shining through the bubbles.

Suddenly, you are being pulled up by your waist. Oxygen, air. You take a big gasp of air. Strong, big biceps around your frame got you up. Zoro’s body pressed against yours. “You idiot, you don’t know how to swim” he scolds you, moving your wet strands of hair out of the way. You spit some water and realize Zoro has saved you.

For a moment both of you rest on each other’s stare, bathed by the bright moon above you. Fireflies dance around you. The crickets play a melody, and the frogs do the chorus. Zoro slowly slides the side of your wet kimono to discover the sun mark on your shoulder. “So pretty” he mumbles and traces the figure with his calloused fingers. “Why am I so attracted to it?”.

Your lips barely apart feel the tingling need to connect with Zoro’s. “This is a sin, this a sin” you repeat yourself. “A sin?” he asks. Soon you realize you have been repeating it out loud.

“Ha… want me to show you what’s a sin, little angel?”

Zoro lifts you up and sits you on a pair of rocks. He is still inside the water, and quickly takes his yukata off. Zoro throws the cloth off the water and smirks at you. “Your body is a whole sin, angel. Look at how pretty it is” he says. Your lips are trembling, you are breathing hard. This is a feeling you have never experienced before… you should stop…

...but you want this.

Zoro points at your body so you see it. You realize your silky kimono has turned completely see through because of the water. The clothes stick to your skin showing every piece of your anatomy. It turns cold, so something gets hard on your chest. Are these “nipples”? You try to remember the anatomy books you have read before coming to earth.

Zoro swims closer and grabs your knees. He spreads your legs so he could fit in between them. He passes his hands around your waist, and slowly approaches his lips to your belly. The green haired samurai plants a kiss over a little indentation you have. “I have a navel…?” you think, you wouldn’t believe an angel would have one. You weren’t born as a human; you were born as pure light. A light that soon will be stained by pure darkness.

But the kiss sends sensations directly to a place you don’t really know you had. Zoro smirks at you, a purple aura around him once again, when he notices you have discovered your most intimate zone. “So pure you didn’t even know you had this…” he mumbles and relishes, as the violet aura grows bigger around him.

“I want you to be my perfect sin, pure… so pure”.

He takes his nose to your thighs and smells your skin, while his hands slowly snake inside the wet kimono covering them. The three earrings tickle your skin, and your squirm with the single grazing of those hands. “What is this feeling? Why do I want it so bad if… if it’s not ok?” you keep asking yourself while the man in between your legs has already lifted your clothes. His prominent fangs grow even bigger, so big you can notice them with the slightest movement of his lips.

“Auch!” you whine when those fangs carved its form into your inner thigh flesh. “Hhhhg… you taste so good” he grunts. “Zoro-san… I shouldn’t…” you mumble, this is a sin. This is a sin…But Zoro keeps biting your skin, leaving marks all over your skin. Acting like a beast, like a… demon.

His face approaches that place, that place you didn’t know you have. He gloats at your saintly anatomy. His tongue approaches your entrance. You gasp. An exquisite sensation invades your whole body. You feel as if a shadow begins to crawl up on you.

“Ryu… Zoro…” you moan. You don’t even understand what this is, but you don’t want him to stop. Not yet. Please don’t… “I’ve been told virgins taste amazingly, but you are on a whole new level… what are you?” he says, muzzled by your core while desperately devouring you entirely. He pants as well as you, sometimes he looks at you and fixes both of his eyes. He struggles to keep the scarred one closed.

“I’m gonna ruin your angelic innocence… I’m gonna…” he grunts and gets out of the water. In a sudden motion his body is over you and pins your wrists against the rocks. His chest goes up and down, he drools over you. He drools so much he has to wipe away his saliva with his hand.

Zoro attacks your mouth; his fangs graze your lips. His tongue violates your cave and plays with your shy tongue. He breathes into you, and you breathe into him. The veins on his hand become swollen, nails grow just enough to look like subtle claws. Claws he uses to rip your damped clothes.

A devilish smirk drawn into his face when your body gets served before his eyes. Zoro laughs because he is about to rip away all of your light. You can’t stop him, and frankly you don’t want to. You have forgotten about sins, about disobeying any rules. There is something so tempting about this man… man?

He is not a man… “What are you, Zoro-San? Humans don’t look like that… don’t they?”

As his mouth attacks your chest, nibbling, licking, drooling over the taste of your skin, his arms and legs changes colors. Black patterns appear, just like tattoos. They look like <karakusa>, winding plants that grow from members whose skin is completely turned into an intense black. That purple aura grows bigger around him and includes you in it.

“What… What are you, Zoro?” you ask once again, trying to hold the man still to stop biting your skin. He places one of hands over your mouth, nails grazing your cheek. “Shut up, you little thing… you are willingly giving me all your pureness ok?” he says, clenching his teeth together. You look at him, lost into the need to keep feeling his tongue on your nipples and scared as hell. “Answer me!” he shouts. You nod until he takes his hand off your mouth. “I want … I want it” you mumble while your tongue burns, your throat too. Your skin is on fire…

Throbbing phallic object pressed against your belly. Zoro’s earrings graze the side of your mandible as he keeps biting your neck. He smells, licks, and nibbles your skin. “Delicious, why are you so delicious?” he insists. You, on the other hand, are unable to speak. His huge hand grabs your neck as he does what he wants with your body. He moves back and forth, jerking his own member against your lower stomach. His mouth goes lower and lower, leaving your flesh shiny of his saliva. Your nipples hurt, his sharp fangs have sucked and bite them all until you can even process what is that feeling. Is this pleasure? is this pain? what is this?

“I’d love to stick my fingers inside you but I’m afraid I’m gonna ruin you, and that’s something I want my dick to do with you” he whispers while he crawls back to the side of your ear. “Ruin?” you mumble, confused, and yet not scared. “You know nothing, don’t you? You are such an innocent creature…” he says and licks the side of your mouth.

Pure lust in Zoro’s eye. He tries to keep the other closed, yet a little red shine escapes his eyelid. He kneels in between your spread legs and takes his member with his hands. Precum dripping from it, he jerks back and forth. His whole crotch skin has become dark like onyx, his muscles are hard. Hard as his sex.

Zoro licks his teeth, hurting his own tongue with one of his fangs and a little drop of dark thick and opaque blood runs through the side of his mouth to his chin. And the blood is not red, but ichor, ichor the same blood as yours yet is not golden… “Zoro-san… are you… a demon?”

And Zoro simply smiles as horns sprout from his head, in between long and soft locks of green hair. “The Dark Lord would be so proud of me fucking a little virgin like you” he says and violently penetrates you. Your nails carve the rock where you are lying, you bite your lip. It feels painfully pleasant. Suddenly the scent of his skin does not terrify you, but instead makes you want him even more, lust for him.

The man -demon- moves in and out of you, rough, feral like a beast. You let your body be taken right away, your vision gets blurry as the man inside you grunts like a creature. You can see how he throws his head back, his huge muscular frame blocking the moon on the sky. His hands grabbing you tight, his nails carving the side of your waist. Your heels pressing against his back.

“So tight…” he growls as he pushes himself deeper inside of you, as your clenching walls allow him to. You pant, moan, get dragged into the original sin… with a demon. Something inside you creates pressure, you tremble, you feel like you are about to explode. “Ryu…Zoro-san”

Suddenly, completely turned into a demon, surprisingly even more handsome than before, Zoro sits on the rock and pulls you up. You end up sitting over his thighs, still with his dick inside. His claws engraved on the small of your back. Your lover attacks your mouth, you keep up with his lustful rhythm, lascivious tongue motion, saliva mixing with the remaining demon blood. And every time your mouth touches the fluid, it burns, but it burns so good.

“Why don’t you come, huh?” he says, muzzled by your lustful lips. “I’m… what.. is… coming?” you ask. He smirks and grabs your cheeks in between two fingers, claws leaving little marks on your skin.

“Let me show you, Flar… Angel” he says as his hips buckle up and down, up, and down. Hard, quick, violently, mercilessly, drinking all of your purity. Zoro bites softly the sun mark on your shoulder as he lets himself go. Your body feels light, your eyes thrown back, everything bursting inside you, losing complete control of your body. Your eyes fixed on your lover’s, even on the red one. And suddenly, you two recognize someone who you haven’t ever seen before…

“Ryuma…” you shout as you reach climax and spread your wings, unable to hide them anymore. “Flare...!” he mumbles as he reaches climax too. Zoro flooding your insides with a warm sticky substance that feels wonderfully filling, you panting lost into his eyes.

Ryuma… Flare… it’s been so long my love…

Both of you rest your foreheads on each other’s, smiling, drunk with pleasure and love… Love? Who is Ryuma? Who is Flare? You don’t know, yet you can’t call the other another name.

But, for some reason none of you dare to ask anything else. Instead, Zoro lifts you up and takes you in his arms. “Let’s rest there” he says, pointing towards a little cabin behind the waterfall. You nod, still unable to process you have just committed one of the worst sins.

You discover inside the cabin that Zoro has gathered a few red fabrics from the shrine. Sacred, for sure. He slowly lets you over them. His horns hide, and his skin turns tanned again. You still don’t hide your wings, you haven’t noticed.

“Those… those are so pretty…” he whispers. And you suddenly realized about the prominence on your back. You can’t speak, but instead get lost in his eyes. He smiles, lovingly and sits in front of you wrapping his strong arms around you.

Zoro kisses your sun mark, while your hand grazes his moon mark. Flashes come to your eyes whenever you both touch your marks at the same time…

“Ryuma, it’s me” you mumble. He looks at you, dumbfounded by your precious white wings, yet sure he loves you. “Am I Ryuma? Why… Why do I feel love for you? Your wings…” he whispers. You, completely sure you love this creature, rest your forehead on his shoulder bathed by an argent shine that filters through the window of the cabin.

Zoro, not really sure why has the need to speak, says “Flare… you have become an angel…”. “You remember me?” you smile, happy your husband has finally recognized you. “What have you done, Ryuma? Why did you ended up being a demon? Don’t tell me you have lost your way to heaven…”. Zoro looks at you, blushing because that’s true.

“I missed you so much…” you tell him. “Me too, my love…” he whispers. You both lie countless minutes into each other’s arms in complete silence, enjoying your companies.

“That’s the moon?” Zoro asks. “Yes, my love. Icy and shiny as your eyes” you tell him, kissing his cheek. Love, pure love. Love…

But the ice moon suddenly turns into a red moon… red like human blood. Red, menacing, scolding. The surroundings turn cold, cold like snow. A shiver runs through your spine and your wings surround him. You feel the need to protect him for what’s coming.

A tear runs through your cheek because you know... “Ryuma… they have come to take me… my wings. It’s all over now” you whisper. You are an angel and broke each one of the sacred rules… and what the text you should recite before coming to earth hides, is a much worse punishment than not being able to ever enter heaven again.

“Ryuma… They are coming to take my wings”

Zoro stands up suddenly, quickly turns himself into his demon form. Combative, ready to fight. “No, I won’t lose you… not again” he states. “Let’s go, I’ll protect you no matter what” he says, covering you with his green cape and taking his three Katanas. “But… you…” you say.

“No, you don’t understand. I will never ever again lose you. I don’t really know why I’m saying this, but I’ll fight against heaven and hell if it's necessary…”

[To be continued]

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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Moments of Despair #2 [Genshin Impact/Albedo x Reader]

Synopsis: "The alchemist who relished in his gifts only to fall from grace."

(A series of works where the boys deal with the passing of their beloved).

Diluc’s despair

Warnings: angst, tragedy, major character death and psychological horror (correct me if otherwise)

(A/n): I decided to take a slightly different approach this time. Regardless, it’s still killing my heart TwT.

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Out of the many wonders of Teyvat, one thing Albedo loved most was how you were so different from him.

Difference ties to the unknown, one that must be discovered. He was drawn to you the first time he had laid his eyes upon your form standing at the heights of Mondstadt's cathedral. The Sisters scolded you from below, but all you did was reply with a wink amidst their chaos before soaring into the skies and letting the wind carry your glider. Reckless they said. For him, your recklessness was intriguing.

As the sun's light blinded his vision, everything he saw seemed like a glass barrier. For the ground was where he thrived and chalk was his core, it became the basis of Albedo's very existence. Even the geo Archon granted him a Vision of the same element to affirm his identity. The earth will forever be attached to his feet as he will keep on his stride until every last truth of Teyvat have all been realized. You, on the other hand, hailed from a place where he couldn't quite reach. What lies beyond this glass ceiling? Albedo found himself gradually holding onto a string of curiosities, a string he could touch but was not able to feel.

'Interesting,' he thought quietly, while the breeze slip between the fingers of his outstretched hand.

He was a character of logic, possessing sharp eyes that could pierce through the depths of the most complex formulas and a mind to predict their outcomes- as long as alchemy was still related. All impossibilities thrown in his way only paved a path for him to become the well known genius he was now. Whether it was alchemy or investigations with the Knights of Favonius, Albedo never failed to deliver the answers. But despite it all, he always found himself endlessly contemplating over things that were considered intangible. He wonders why you smile when there was nothing to laugh about. How could you tell between the complexities of the human heart? Albedo can't seem to put a finger on it.

'Why? What drives you? What are you thinking?'

The Chief Alchemist couldn't resist being fascinated by your unpredictability. It reels him in similar to a fish being baited out of the waters. However, unlike those creatures, Albedo only tightened his grip on the strings as if they were a lifeline, determined to find out what they truly felt like to the touch.

"I can't really say it's much of an answer," you hummed, clasping both hands behind your back before declaring with a grin, "To put it simply, you just gotta follow your heart."

'Follow your heart...' What does it mean to follow your heart?

"I'm afraid I still don't understand," he replied in a thoughtful manner. The statement never really resonated with him and it certainly weren't the words his Master taught when he was in the early stages of being created, "But it does suit you very much."

"Really? But still bring your head with you," a playful laugh escapes and you add while pointing a finger, "At least, it's what everyone tells me these days."

"Hm," Albedo then affirms with a nod, "I can definitely see why they would tell you that."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

The days go by and his repetitious march towards the truth remains the same. However, there was never a dull moment when you were at his side. Perhaps that was the reason why Albedo became so attracted to your aura. The way you'd follow around his experiments, eyes so full of enthusiasm at every step of the activity. Sometimes the events can get a little too out of hand in which he needs to step in and save you from getting stuck in slime condensates...constantly. Albedo grew fond of your childlike excitement even when you weren't entirely sure what was going on. He normally distanced himself from socializing as it never sparked his interest. Frankly, he was too much of a genius for mundane conversations. Your presence was rather refreshing in this case. You were an oddball, just like him, and for once the alchemist felt like he didn't need to place that glass barrier between the two worlds.

"You seem to be in a very good mood today Mister Albedo."

He was a man of subtle expressions yet anyone could notice the small gleam in his eyes whenever he saw you walking in the hallway. Sucrose often remarked with a giggle after she noticed her teacher holding his documents upside down. But who could blame him? Joy, fun, laughter. He was able to experience those emotions all because of you; his beloved. You were the colour to his canvas and the meaning to his flower. You were a force of nature. Like a warm breeze gracing upon the terrestrial lands, you move him.

Thump- thump- thump-

Strings around his world began to weave one whole picture while they also tugged inside his chest. God had finally blown the breath of life into mankind's body, it was only a matter of time before Albedo came to follow his heart too.

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"Alright, just one more detail aaaaand done!"

You gave a small tap using the tip of your pencil and leaned back to examine your artwork.

Masterpiece!

On days when Katheryne had no commissions assigned to the guild, Albedo would accompany you to the Whispering Woods and conduct his sketches there instead. He was aware of the discomfort Dragonspine brought as the temperature wasn't ideal for anyone except for him. You eventually learned that your lover was not only intelligently different from the rest but physically too. Albedo, aside from the Cavalry Captain, was mysterious in his own way. He was hard to read yet never came off as intimidating, no one knew of his origins nor they knew how he came to Mondstadt. You wondered why someone like him would have wanted to get involved with your shenanigans. Rosaria often gave warnings regarding the alchemist's 'hidden intentions' in which you'd roll your eyes in response. The Albedo you knew was far from that. He was a big brother to Klee, a man passionate about his work, he was the one golden star among the many silvers in your sky. He was your lover.

My Albedo.

Brushing a hand upon the drawing you made of him, you glided down the lines of his cheek before resting your finger on the mark by his neck. You gazed at it with fondness. Truly a masterpiece indeed.

"You do realize I'm still here?"

The paper nearly flies out of your grasp and you snatched it back to your chest, "HUH A-ALBEDO, WHEN DID YOU APPEAR???"

"I was with you the whole time," he states. The corner of his lip tug upward ever so slightly, "You said you wanted to sketch me."

"A-Ahahaha, so I did," you reply while scratching your head bashfully. 'I thought I was looking at a sculpture!!' You rushed to cover your face with the sheet. It wasn't that you forgot he was there, rather, you forgot he was still a living and breathing specimen who just witnessed your little serenade. As Lisa had once said, Albedo was easy on the eyes. His graceful features made him seem almost like an oil painting that could only be found in halls of the most prestigious households. You made sure to capture everything, every detail, every curve just like he had done with your portraits. Only now you noticed the sun already began its descent below the lakeside, dusting the landscape with hints of bright orange as it marked the day's end. If only time could slow down. But duty calls upon your next journey and there was no telling when you'd return. At the very least, a simple portrait would suffice to fill in the temporary gap of his absence.

"Can I see it?"

You glanced his direction while keeping the drawing close to your nose, "Are you sure about that? It might not be up to your expectations."

"I'm sure," Albedo affirms with a straight countenance, "I can already tell you've put a great amount of effort, otherwise you wouldn't have taken this long."

"Yeeaahh I kinda lost track of time. I guess it's only fair that you get to see the finished product," you say and shoved the drawing in front of him, "Tada! I present to you, my masterpiece!"

Albedo takes it out of your grasp and you watched the way his eyes expanded upon sight.

"Well? Whaddya think?"

Words could not describe the mixture of emotions that erupted within him. Was it distinguishable or abstract? Albedo spent his time pondering between the two answers as he examined the drawing closely. Despite the lines being slightly jagged and the unevenness in the placement of his eyes, he managed to make the shape of the entire image you were trying to convey. Perhaps it was all thanks to his well trained artistic vision which gave him the ability to do so. Or maybe he was simply biased. But there wasn't a shred of doubt that this was indeed your craftsmanship.

"You even added flowers in the background," he pointed out with amusement.

"It's the thing you make when using your elemental burst, I couldn't fit your hand in the picture so I decided to put it somewhere empty," you informed, "Out of everything, that one took me the longest."

"And the rabbits?"

"They resemble Klee's bombs!"

He lets out a chuckle, "I see."

Albedo kept his attention downward until he was mindlessly staring at the paper in hand. This was a memory made to be carried as you moved on to your next journey and it saddens him that he could not accompany you. If only time slowed down. Albedo wanted to hold onto the memory forever, because he knew once he gave it back, he wouldn't be able to see you for an uncertain amount of time.

"Do you really have to go?"

His voice was barely above a whisper. Guilt crept into your heart and you gingerly layed your fingers on his gloved ones, bringing down the paper that blocked his face. A pair of teal orbs held a reflection of your image as the sun's rays casted from the side. You returned it with a reassuring grin, hoping to soothe his worries somehow, "I just need to pay a visit to my father since he's been very sick lately. I'll be fine, so don't worry too much okay?"

Albedo turns over his palm and gave your hand a squeeze, "How long will it take?"

"I'm not sure but it will be a while. Snezhnaya is pretty far so..." you trailed off, "But my time in Mondstadt, with Klee and with you, I will never forget! I won't even if I tried."

When you were met with no answer, a breeze came in to fill the melancholic silence. He too will not forget and he would ensure that it was the same for you. Slowly, Albedo brought your hand up, past the center of his heart all the way to cupping his cheek. He allowed himself to indulge in your warmth, tangling the strands of his hair with your fingers while closing his eyes. Sweet flowers. You always carried the smell of sweet flowers.

"Albedo?" You gawked, "What's the matter?"

"...There are certain aspects where drawings can't imitate," he says, grip tightening ever so slightly, "How I feel against your skin, the shape of my jaw, your warmth radiating with my own. These are the things I want you to remember."

Breath leaves your slightly parted mouth. It was unfair how straightforward Albedo could be when showing his affection. Doing as he pleases without anyone's approval to the point it would even catch you off guard since he often absorbed himself in the arts of alchemy. But during times when Albedo did choose to express his feelings, you knew they came from a place of pure genuinity. The thought made it hard for you to tear away from him, "Did you ever find out what the strings felt like then?"

Albedo returns his gaze, long golden lashes hovering them as he smiles softly, "...I have."

As he began to reveal his stories, the dusk sky continued to flare across the landscape with colours of passion. Red, it was the thread that had led him to you, the same string that weaved him together as a whole. Albedo lays a kiss atop of your pinky, there was a reason why Mondstadtians called him the Chalk Prince. You didn't know the intention behind his sudden affection but he knew. It was a promise, one to ensure that the thread would also have you return safely back into his arms.

Oh how he hated the colour red.

"Al...bedo..."

With speed he never knew he had, Albedo scoops you into his embrace and held you close. How did everything happen so fast? He curses his mind as it proceeds to scan your injuries, drawing a conclusion where he wished to be wrong for once:

You were beyond help.

"Ah..haha..." you managed to laugh through bitter tears, "You don't have to say it. I know."

His breath hitches, trying to make sense of the feeling that was slowly tearing him apart from the inside. It's not real. Of course it wasn't, it couldn't be. What other possible answer was there to explain the numbness stinging his fingers? The reason for his shaking? Everything felt so cold. Your body hardly registered to his to touch, you were losing so much blood. You were losing. He was going to lose you.

"No," Albedo shakes his head, "We still have time. I'll go find help."

Please, hold on.

He forced himself to think. The ruin hunter ran off shortly after it had ambushed you, by now the Knights would eventually noticed and apprehended it on sight. They couldn't be too far. All he needed was to carry you back to safety and everyone can go home. Albedo darted his eyes all over the place, breaths becoming shallower with each passing second. Where? Where to go? Which route was best to not overexert your wounds? Think. Think. Think. Why couldn't he think?

"A..." You watched him in your helpless state. Every part of you throbbed with pain but it pains you even more to see the renowned genius who stood atop the pedestal of elegance and grace so utterly, undoubtedly lost. This was not the goodbye you wanted, though death already had you tight in their grasps. Not yet. Using the last particle of your strength, you tried to stay alive as long as possible. Just a little bit more time.

Albedo freezes when a trembling hand extends itself to cup around his cheek. Every single thought he had in mind vanished and was replaced by a loud ring resonating in his ears. Dreadfully, mechanically, he turns his attention to where you lay.

"Don't cry," you whisper, "I love you, don't cry- okay?"

Albedo grimaces, shutting his eyes closed as he allows the pent up sadness to flow out of him completely, "I can't," he said in a shaky voice, "Please. Stay."

"I'm sorry," Your vision blurs and he hugs you even more. Drawing your final breath, you relay your most cherished words through a broken smile, "But no matter w-where I go...I won't for..ge.."

The moment your hand fell, Albedo finally understood the difference between death and loss.

It was...suffocating. Having the air trapped in his throat, begging to release yet it hurts to speak. The never ending stabs that pulsed within his veins rushed forth like the scraping blizzard of Dragonspine until his whole body lost all its senses. The world was shattering. He could no longer feel your weight. He could no longer feel.

(Y/n).

Albedo glances at his blood stained fingers where the thread had been severed, wide eyes drowning in sorrow. What a horrible feeling. Was this a warning sent by the gods? For stepping into the boundaries of knowing too much? Ah the curse of knowledge man must bear when eating the temptatious fruit. It was the result of choosing to love you. With life, death is inevitable and with love, it will eventually bring pain. Everything had a price to pay and as an alchemist, Albedo knew that better than anyone.

"...Meaningless..."

But he refused to accept it.

Cradling your corpse, he leans in and places a kiss on your forehead, lips quivering as they lingered for a second too long before gathering the strength to stand back on his feet. Nothing will stop the alchemist from reuniting with you. If the laws wished to take you away from him then he will use everything in his power to fight against those laws.

"This is not goodbye..." Albedo said to the sleeping girl, "And it will never be."

When the sun sinks below the plains and the stars lose their light, the sky had been replaced with a palette of darkness. It was time to go home.

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"Have you all heard about the rumours?"

A group of knights gather in the corner as they whisper about. Sucrose stops on her tracks and hides behind a wall, clutching the book close to her chest in an attempt to stay hidden.

"Another criminal disappeared from the dungeons? Crazy..."

"More like creepy. I was told that place might be haunted by some dead prisoner's ghost. Even the Church is hopping onto this case."

"Well I hope it doesn't get any worse. So many of us started going on night patrols..."

Their voices faded out of range as the anemo user backtracks her steps carefully. Several months passed since the news of mysterious kidnappings have been announced to the public. Rumours of their whereabouts swirled around the city and much to her discomfort, Sucrose happened to catch every single one of them. There couldn't possibly be evil spirits lurking in the Favonious Headquarters right? She silently shrieks at the thought, shaking her head furiously to stop her mind from going too deep. No, I have to find him. Without wasting another minute, the anemo user sprinted towards the stairs all the way up to the second floor before stopping directly in front of her teacher's office. Despite the adrenaline that occured at the same time, she made sure to knock.

No answer.

"Strange, he told me he would be here today..." Sucrose muttered to herself. But suddenly she heard the sound of objects shifting from the otherside, signaling that there was indeed someone occupying the room. Without realizing, she held her breath out of anticipation.

"Come in."

The door creaks as she opens them, giving her enough space to slip between the gap, "Mister Albedo?"

"You're early today," The Chief Alchemist noted from his desk, "Is there something the matter?"

"Y-You mean you don't know? There was just another case about a person disappearing from the dungeons," Her tone became more frantic as she rambled to herself, "The kidnapper never leaves a trace and no one knows how they were able to get out. Even when we ask the guards what happened, they can't seem to remember as if...as if someone casted a spell on them!"

"A spell?" He inquires, "I suppose that could be a possibility."

"I think so too. I-It's the only explanation that makes sense! I mean...ghosts don't exist after all," Sucrose nervously looks down at her shoes while giving her book a squeeze, "But why? Who could be capable of such advanced techniques? No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to understand their intentions."

"...Yes. It is a very strange occurrence indeed."

Noticing her teacher's withdrawn attitude, Sucrose couldn't help but feel flustered at her own behaviour, "Ah my apologies Mister Albedo, I didn't mean to go off track. Have there been any progress on the investigations so far?"

Albedo briefly glanced at the various documents splayed across his table. His reputation as an incredibly intelligent individual had reached far and wide through Mondstadt. This led to the authorities requesting his assistance regarding the recent matters, despite him specializing in the alchemical field, he was also the Captain of their Investigation Team. Although, Albedo detested partaking in things he deemed irrelevant to his research;

"I'm afraid I would need more evidence to draw a conclusion."

"Eh? You still need more?"

He could not deny that the given authoritative position had provided much benefits to his own accord.

"My expertise lies in the subject of alchemy," Albedo reasoned and proceeds to intertwine his fingers in front of his mouth, "Humans on the other hand, are very unpredictable in nature. Even the essence of their existence is hard to obtain."

"Essence of their existence?" Sucrose repeated softly. She wanted to ask what he meant but the blank expression was evident enough to signal his impatience. At least, that was what she thought, "Nevermind! I have something that might help," taking out a slip from her textbook, she handed it to him, "It's the report Captain Kaeya gave me. He said that the culprit might be a traitor coming from the Knights of Favonius."

He narrows his eyes.

"I-I think he might be right! Just think about it, we haven't found anything at all for the past few months but when we do, I sometimes feel like we're just running in circles...oh what if it's becau-"

"Sucrose."

"Y-Yes?!"

Albedo calmly looks at the flustered girl, not realizing how sharp his tone was, "You're overthinking again. Perhaps it's best that you take this day off."

"But I came here to help," she insisted, "I know it hurts to lose someone you love! Don't you understand that we're all worried about you? And Klee, she..."

"..."

"Please Mister Albedo, if there's anything I could do-"

"No need," he cuts her off once again, "Your stress levels are too high. We can't go any further if you continue to act like this."

"Oh," her ruby eyes casted to the side, "I understand..."

"Good. Now, if you would excuse me," Albedo bid her farewell and watched as the door clicked behind her, observing every detail until he was sure that the absolute silence had returned. He picks up Kaeya's document. Such remarkable handwriting. But of course, appearances are only meant to be displayed on the surface for the Captain was a sly man, wearing a mask to shield what lies underneath. Just like his letter, they were full of innuendos and condensed meanings, orchestrated together until the truth spoke loudly to Albedo himself.

"So, that's what he thinks."

Perhaps the alchemist should have been a little more discreet.

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There was a certain place in Dragonspine that no one dared to enter. But those who have, they never return.

"Hm, no response. Now as for the next step..."

And he was the reason why.

Taking the sword out of the transmutation circle, Albedo turned to the snowy hill nearby and activated his alchemy. A small portion of it dissipates, revealing a trench that went so deep underground that even warmth couldn't outplay the sheer cold. It was the perfect hiding place for the evidence to lay out of sight and an environment where only he could handle. The alchemist tossed the leftover along with the others before exiting quietly, summoning back the ice to bury his victims once again. Another day, another experiment, another stain goes to his title. The path he walked upon was one littered with corpses and the sins he committed. But despite the bones crunching beneath his feet and the weight of the dead hanging on his shoulders, the alchemist was numb to it all. Like an entity floating in space with nothing to hold, he became unable to feel.

"I'm back," When reaching the center of Starglow Cavern, Albedo puts his hand on the icicle and caressed it's hard cold surface, "Did you sleep well?"

The girl did not respond. Her eyes were closed and her skin was as young as ever. She was frozen in time.

"You must have."

Albedo felt the sword beginning to shake in his grasp as it resonated with his energy. Dust particles emitted from the hilt and slowly made their climb to the side of his arm. Still, Albedo's attention did not waver, "To this day, I've been thinking about what you told me the first time we met."

"..."

"Follow your heart. I couldn't understand it at first but after being around your presence, I believe I can finally recognize what that term means."

He closes his eyes as he envisioned your lively form running across the landscape. Albedo, Albedo! The sound of his name was mixed with your laughter while Klee came into the scene and caught the dandelions with you. A content smile formed on his countenance as he watched from afar, even if it was just a memory, "It's everything. The breakfast we ate together, to the nights spent camping outside, and the silly moments we shared, they bring all these colours that I never knew existed."

"..."

Albedo curls his fingers against the ice as he continues to lament, "Perhaps that's why I began noticing the strings around me. The closer I was to answer, the more I felt it was necessary to discover what they are. All this time, you were the answer I was searching for," Moist begins to build up in his eyes but they freeze up once reaching the corners. How cruel. Despite what he went through, he wasn't even granted the liberty to cry, "Because with you, I'm able to feel them."

He wonders what you would think if you saw him right now. Albedo peers at his reflection casted on the crystalline surface, the frame of his face had been decorated with streaks of purple and red, spreading out like tree branches as they both fought for dominance. The teal coloured orbs you once adored were beginning to transform to a colour that reminded him of his darkest days. This was Albedo's true nature- a monster, a being that wasn't human, the essence in which you never had the chance to see.

"I know I may not be the same as I was before," he added, "But if that is what it takes to follow your heart, will you let me feel the strings again?"

Would you still love me the same?

"..."

"If so, then please understand my actions," Albedo takes a step back as he held out the sword in front of him. At last, the preparations have finally been completed. He plunges the blade to the ground with full force and the surrounding area begins to shake under the power accumulated through many, intentional sacrifices. To revive the dead was a forbidden art as it came with heavy consequences. If it weren't for Albedo's talent and quick wit, the process would have consumed him long before executing the last stage. He winces, the pain was excruciating. It was hard for him to ignore the sound of his skin cracking below his ears and all the way to his nose as they fall off in the shape of small rock-like chunks. Everything hurt so much that even death sounded like a sweet dream but Albedo couldn't afford to give up. He had already come this far, his hands completely washed with sin and his reputation already broken beyond repair, Albedo had nowhere else to go. This was his last destination.

"Soon-" he pants between choked breaths. Soon your eyes will open. He could drown in your embrace, one that was warm and not cold. Soon he will be able revive those cherished memories from a frozen past. It was all he could think of right now. Your existence was the reason why a part of him felt whole and your death made him realize how painful it was to tear away those pieces. Albedo refused to let go of those pieces, they had already become a part of him. And if this path ended up tearing him even more, then so be it.

"I should have stopped you the moment you were born."

The intruder snapped him awake and he swung around to where they stood. But before Albedo could make out who it was, they lunged past him with incredible speed, kicking the sword off the ground while severing his two arms once and for all. They flew to the side, blood dyed purple trickling from the edges of his joint as he struggled to stay upright.

"Dains...leif..."

Dainsleif watched the alchemist fall onto his back as the light around him slowly faded away. He turned his gaze to where the objective was and noticed a girl encased within the ice. The man sighs out of relief when she shows no signs of life, he came just in time, "So this is how it ends."

Albedo weakly stared at the blonde man. He attempted to say something but the blood caught in his mouth prevented him from that.

"Save your breath, you won't be having any," Dainsleif remarks in a cold manner and glared at his bloodied form, "The renowned Chief Alchemist of Mondstadt and an important member of Ordo Favonious. Hmph, what an interesting turn of events. Out of everyone, I never thought you were the type to act so foolish."

Foolish...what a foreign name to be called as. He never heard anyone tell him he was foolish.

"Truly a pity," With a flick of a wrist, Dainsleif brought his sword to Albedo's neck. It was unbelievable how he had the endurance to go through all that pain while still breathing at this point but what is there to be expected from a monster? "Remember that all actions have consequences."

The alchemist watched as his life flashed before him, the weight of his sins had finally caught up. He had always seen the world as a platform for his objectives and results were merely a natural cause after attempting many experiments. But death as a consequences was an unbearble realization upon his final moments. He abandoned his title, his pupil and his dearest sister. In the end, he was still unable to fulfill his duty.

"I just..." Albedo mumbled, his words slurring together, "wanted..."

As the ashes turn to ashes and dust becomes dust, chalk returns to the earth, forever yearning a place that can never be reached.

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Buriko-Senpai! This is such a wonderful blog to read, and I love your art so much! It's so nice to see other traditional artists out there! What's your thoughts on the demon slayer marks and their affects after Muzan's defeat? Do you think they're a purely physical effect, or a supernatural curse like Ubuyashiki's? It seems like in the latter case it would be lifted? In Tanjiro's status report, he mentions wanting everyone to be happy "when he's gone", and hints of preparation for the future...

Thank you for the kind words on my art! (≧◡≦) Glad to know people like the style, I like the feel of trad art both for the final product and how the pen feels in my hand, haha~. I love all the additional possibilities in digital art, but will leave that to the people who are good at it. Glad you find my blog a good read too, because we’ve got another lengthy read ahead.

As for the mark and whether it works in a purely physical sense or a curse sense, I'm ok thinking of it in either way, depending on its purposes in post-canon fanwork (but of course, you can do whatever you want in fanwork totally inventing the mark or completely ignoring it too). As Gotouge never states exactly what becomes of Tanjiro, Giyuu, and Sanemi, I don’t feel we can declare it working one way or another. We'll consider it from both angles, but in general, I think canon evidence leans toward an avoidable physical impact. Even that, however, leaves room for interpretation on strict "25" might be or not.

If we approach the curse direction first, the worldbuilding surrounding the Ubuyashiki curse gives a lot of framework for the mark being a curse. The second fanbook even gives us more circumstance and age-related perimeters that seem very arbitrary, like how only one male will survive each generation and how the daughters will also die young by sudden illness or accident if they don’t marry out. As the curse is tied to Muzan’s/demons existence, it is completely lifted once Muzan is eradicated, but Kiriya still anticipates dying in his 20’s and does not feel relieved that it’s gone until he’s in his 30’s. This would put Giyuu and Sanemi in their 50’s if they’re still around, and with their own curses effectively gone, they’d probably have spent the past couple decades insisting to Kiriya that he can relax.

If the rebound of the mark is a supernatural curse, there are a couple other things that make sense about this to me, in the light of cosmic justice at play in this universe. First, it’s a general rule in a lot of philosophies and other works of fiction that to gain something powerful, you must pay the price and sacrifice something. Second, the Ubuyashiki family is cursed to carry the sins of one of its members until they can stop that demon member. While Demon Slayers may not necessarily be carrying the sins of demons, we see demon marks at play in this series first, though its effects are not clear until we see how Nezuko is stronger when her vines appear. A Demon Slayer also gaining extra strength like this is, perhaps, taboo.

As for the mark being a purely physical effect, I think the emphasis on physical effects of the mark (especially how in Chapter 129 Muichiro analyzes its effects on body temperature and the heart), and how throughout the manga it is continually stressed that the Demon Slayers are mere humans even if Breath helps them push the natural limits of human ability, lend to a more physical interpretation that in order to push so far past normal limits, it has to borrow against the natural human lifespan. This is how the characters in-universe also interpret its effects. If we look more into what Muichiro says:

Muichiro: The anger was too strong for me to have any handle on my emotions. I believe that in that moment, my heartrate exceeded 200 beats, and my body felt as hot as though it was burning. My temperature would had measured at least 39 degrees or more. Shinobu: !? Could you move like that? That would be life-threatening. Muichiro: Right. That’s why I think it’s a matter of falling into one category or another. Whether you die or survive that moment is what determines whether a mark will appear or not. Amane: A heartrate of over 200, and why a temperature of 39 degrees? Muichiro: That’s because when I was received treatment at Kocho-san’s place I was running a fever. When my temperature was taken, the thermometer read 39 degrees. At the time I would have been said to have a mark appear, my body was just as feverish.

(For reference, according to searching with the same terms used in the original text, your top heartrate is 220 minus your age, making Muichiro's 206 beats per minute. The average for someone in their 20's is 120~140, somewhat hard exercise would put it at 150, and hard exercise puts it at 170, according to the Borg scale. Normal body temperature in Celsius is 37 degrees; while 39 C = 102.2 F.)

If we look back at when Tanjiro is first facing off against Daki, he considers how he gets more power out of Hinokami Kagura than from Water Breathing because it suits his body better, but he is not yet physically capable of the switch between them. As he psyches himself out in Chapter 77, we see that he has physically been trying to prepare himself for this, and he’s shouting at himself to set his heart ablaze. Clearly, Tanjiro is leaning into that advice from Rengoku-san, and if he’s on his way to getting the mark, he’s been taking that advice somewhat literally.

In Chapter 78, as he purposely raises his own temperature to fight the side effects of switching to Hinokami Kagura, we get a flashback that Kiyo-chan was very worried that Tanjiro was running a temperature of 38 degrees (100.4 F) for three days, but Tanjiro begged her not to tell Shinobu yet because he felt fine in that sustained feverish state, and was able to put more power into Hinokami Kagura that way. (This may also be part of why the mark seems to have a different effect on Sun Breath users, as their body draws from this power in a more sustained way.)

We can probably think of most of the other Breath Users who attained the mark as having gotten it in a similar way to Muichiro. In a fit of high emotion and desperate battle, their body pulled from its natural reserves, and similar to a human and/or demon being exposed to lots of Muzan’s cells all at once and either dying or quickly adapting, they attained a mark and relied on that temporary extra burst of strength. While it either happens or doesn’t happen for the others (Muichiro plainly states he was unaware of a mark’s appearance) based on being the flow of tense battle, Himejima seemed to have gained enough ability that he could choose when he wanted to tap into that power. When we’re first left not knowing what else Amane told the Pillars, Himejima openly wonders what would happen in his case (seeing as he is over the age of 25). In the third light novel, we get a brief scene of Himejima pulling Muichiro aside after that meeting to ask if he’s alright with this, since he’s just found out that he has no chance already of living a long life. Muichiro is fine and wonders about Himejima, who is also fine with this. They both are willing to do whatever it takes to fight Upper Moons and know their survival has never been assured. Himejima goes on to say similar things to Kokushibo in Chapters 169 and 170, when we the readers are finally told about the limited life expectancy. The two of them both sort of expect Himejima to drop dead that night because of his limited stores to draw from. Himejima would had preferred to not raise his temperature so much until facing Muzan (seeing as he knows he’ll be racing against time), but knows he has no choice but to start while facing Kokushibo. Kokushibo is somewhat impressed with his control of getting a mark and his preparation to die, and he finds it a waste of Himejima’s ability and likewise is like, “why not preserve your flesh as a demon” because, as we find out in Kokushibo’s flashbacks in Chapter 178, this was part of what motivated him to accept Muzan’s blood. He couldn’t handle the frustration of his polished techniques being wiped out by a short life span, especially since it would mean he was soon out of time to match or best Yoriichi. If we go back to that conversation between Himejima and Kokushibo, Kokushibo loses his cool (hahaha, that feels like a bit of a pun here) the moment Himejima is like, “there was one exception to the rule though, wasn’t there?” I suspect that Yoriichi was the exception partly due to Sun Breathing being a more perfected, sustained form of pushing the limits of human capability, and Yoriichi being born naturally perfect at it, so his body didn’t need to scramble looking for extras sources of power like hastily (or slowly) borrowing against his lifespan. What’s very interesting about Kokushibo is that he also regularly sustained his mark, so perhaps it’s possible he could had lived past 25? Here's what really key: We also don’t know about these early marked users. Did they regularly sustain their marks, or did they only show up regularly when they battled demons, repeatedly borrowing against their future lifespan? Or was it a one-off thing for each of them, like it was for Giyuu and Sanemi? It’s possible that even if Giyuu and Sanemi are doomed to shorter lives, since they both only had the marks for relatively short periods of time on a single night, they might well exceed 25 years. The fact that Gotouge gave them descendants (as opposed to only implied reincarnations), and because they are both characters generally written as dense in the ways of love and close personal relationships, that sort of implies they needed some time before leaving behind offspring, and I hear a lot of voices in the fandom displeased with the idea of them leaving children behind when they know they won't be around to raise them. Since we don't know any canon details on this, let's cut the boys some slack and say they took a chance on being happy. After all, all their time in the Corp already teaches them tomorrow is never assured.

Side note while we’re on the Sanemi topic, he attains his mark right after Himejima brings his own forth (because Himejima is a badass who can just be like, “ok, now”). While he comments to Himejima what a good idea it was to do Pillar Training so he could attain that powerful state, it’s also possible that being in the presence of someone who already had one was part of what triggered Sanemi’s body to access that state as well. The nature of the mark’s spread from person to person is another tick in the “supernatural curse” box if people like that interpretation more.

Let’s take a look back at Tanjiro, though.

Tanjiro, our special Hinokami Kagura boy, was already a special case for his own knowledge of Sun Breathing (however imperfect), and his own sustained mark (though as Genya notes in Chapter 134, it tends to transform slowly, and as Tanjiro remarks in response to Shinjuro’s comments in Chapter 81, his mark was not something he was born with like the original Sun Breath user was, it was but a childhood injury which took on a different shape when he was injured at the Final Selection). While Amane cites him as the one who started the trickle of marks appearing again, we know in the Pleasure Quarter arc than Tanjiro was been unknowingly training himself to make the mark appear, like the Pillars later tried to do in training.

Tanjiro also, however, has the very unique experience of undergoing repeated cruel and unusual suffering in battle against Muzan, basically dying, turning into a demon with more of Muzan’s cells than any other demon in history, and turning human again with man-made medicine all in the span of about two hours.

We can’t really compare Tanjiro’s case to Giyuu’s and Sanemi’s very easily. Besides the slightly different nature of his mark (which Muzan says will still kill him anyway if he becomes human again, but whether he says that based on a cosmic rule or historical precident, we don't know), we simply don’t know all the details of how Tanjiro's flesh has been affected by everything that happened to him in that two hour period. It seems safe to say that becoming a demon is what saved his life since it rebuilt his flesh and supercharged life back into him, but since he wasn’t a demon long enough to have fully integrated those new cells, the entirely reconstructed parts of him (his left arm and right eye) are essentially lifeless. However, there may still be some amount of reclaiming that his body did during his demon minutes, for the whole right side of his face should be paralyzed (yet he can still use it expressively), and there was probably internal damage throughout his entire body and other various injuries (like stabbing himself) which were repaired enough for him to survive. Had he been a demon longer (long enough that his body with Muzan’s memories likely would had broken down the medicine Kanao gave him), my guess is that he would had fully integrated these body parts, like how Nezuko gets to keep her legs despite all the times they were blown or chopped off.

But we also know that Tanjiro had to take a few months to recover (his visitors looked like they waited the whole three months before getting permission to see him), and that his condition allows him to live and work, but he generally is in a weakened state. Again, rather than only having borrowed (on multiple occasions) against his own lifespan, we don't know the extent of the damage and repair he's undergone.

While he’s got 25 as a historical benchmark to anticipate, and as you mention, he does seem to fully anticipate that early demise, his case is so unique that it could go in any direction. Tanjiro might live longer than 25, as this would give him time to pass on Hinokami Kagura to at least his eldest son, but like Tanjuro, he’d probably have a pretty weak constitution for the rest of his dwindling life. But also worth noting, the phrase is that they die by at least age 25. That means some of the Warring States era swordsmen probably died before that age. (｡•́︿•̀｡) I don't feel this is likely for Tanjiro, Giyuu, and Sanemi, but it is worth noting as a possibility.

#kny fandom theories and meta #kamado tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #shinazugawa sanemi #himejima gyomei #himejima gyoumei #tokitou muichirou #tokito muichiro #tsugikuni yoriichi #kokushibo #kokushibou #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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thatweeboverthereisthirsty · 4 years

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OK so I got this idea. S/o (who's this time has to be female) is also an octo mermaid but still from another world. So s/o gets into one of the pools and they discover she's a blanket octopus (if you haven't seen a female blanket octopus they're one of the most beautiful octopus out there with their gradient colors) and they get popular af like everyone is like "wow she's such a beautiful meroctopus" Yada yada. And Azul it's mad. Part 1

Part 2. And both Jade and Floyd notice it and decide to tell s/o who is shocked and sad because they have a HUGE crush so they decided to give him a gift. Since they know he doesn't have a octopus pot they decide to make him one. After months they give it to him and confess and he's shocked and ask for their forgiveness as it isn't their fault. At the end he and s/o cuddle inside of the octo pot in their mer forms.

OMG THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!!! I probably got this ask before thanksgiving so I am very sorry that it took me this long, HOWEVER, it is the longest oneshot I have ever written so that’s quite an accomplishment. There are photo references that go with this story as well so check those out before you read.

Warnings: Slight language, insecurities, fluff, very very minor angst, fem!s/o

Word count: 4,710

Azul x Reader: Cuddle Pot

The above images are references for the s/o’s octopus species and the octopus pot. I don’t know who the original artist is for the second so if you know please let me know so I can give credit where due.

“Wait seriously? You’re a mermaid!” Ace practically shrieks and you giggle. Placing a finger to your lips, you shush him as Deuce slaps the back of your over energetic friend’s head.

“Yes. I am a mermaid, but you can’t tell anyone yet.”

“Why not?” Jack questions. His tail flicks in confusion.

You sigh and think back to the last time anyone found out about your true form. Most of the people back in your world found merpeople to be odd and cursed. It was considered a disability and a disease. Human society often shunned what they didn’t understand. And that lack of understanding led to fear.

A boy in your old school had been your middle school sweetheart for approximately 7 months before you decided to tell him your secret. He had seemed so eager to finally go swimming with you that you had naively believed that it was all going to be fine. However when he stared at your flowey, shimmering form you felt yourself grow worried that he would no longer like you.

“Babe,” you started, leaning closer to try and grasp his face with your smooth, webbed fingers. “It’s alright. It’s just my merform. It’s going to-” He quickly slapped your hand away and stumbled back.

“F-freak, monster, disgusting. Stay away from me you animal! We’re over you deceiving B*tch!” He quickly ran away from the side of the lake where you had brought him. As dawns lovely lights sprayed your body with pinks, and soft oranges, tears slid down your cheeks and into the water below. He hated you. Oh what a fool you had been to think that he would be different, that he would love you anyway.

School had become increasingly difficult after that. Word spread fast and you were quickly isolated by everyone you had called a friend. Eventually you moved to a new place and decided that you would never love again.

This wasn’t the case however in Twisted Wonderland. You were so pleasantly surprised to find people like you, and they weren’t considered freaks because of it. It had been a shock and you quickly found yourself yearning to tell others about what you truly were. Fear had you back though. At least up until that point.

“I had a bad experience with someone I cared about back in my home world.” You stated softly. The boys looked at each other and smiled.

“Well this isn’t that world. You're good to go here since I can’t imagine anyone judging you for what you look like in this place.” Ace’s words reassured you.

“He’s right. At NRC it’s highly unlikely that you’ll be bullied because of something like this. But what are you anyway?” Deuce questioned.

You giggled and leaned in closer to the 4 people sitting at the lunch table, (5 if you included Grimm, but he already knew). “I’m an octopus.” You said with excitement and slight nervousness.

“Really? That sounds so cool!” Epel was quiet but excited when he spoke up for the first time since the conversation started. You smiled to yourself and mentally sighed in relief that the people you had next trusted with your secret didn’t view you any differently.

“Wait hold the phone. Octopus? Like Azul?” Ace pressed close enough that you could reach across with a napkin and wipe the side of his cheek that had been smeared with BBQ sauce when he scarfed his lunch.

“Yes and no, Azul is a Common Octopus, which means that he is the standard octopus you mostly see around the ocean or in pictures. Basically what you imagine when someone says Octopus. I’m a different type of octopus, one that is more rare.” You pulled out your phone while talking to bring up an image. You held the phone so everyone at the table could see.

“This is a female Blanket Octopus. We’re pretty rare but we are also one of the most beautiful kinds.”

Everyone went wide eyed and watched the screen as you scrolled through images of your fellow eight legged friends. Epel turned to you and grabbed your shoulder.

“You absolutely have to show us your merform.” Ace, Deuce, and Jack all nodded in agreement. You flushed and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“I don’t know guys. It would be a hassle to find a place where we could do it and I’m not sure I want anyone else seeing me. What if someone shows up and freaks out?” This time it was Jack’s turn to speak when he leaned back before smiling slightly.

“Not that I care but I personally would show up to support you if you needed it. Besides, the school pool is closed after dark. However I’m pretty sure Ruggie has snatched a copy of every key to every lock in the building.”

“Of course he has.” Deuce says rolling his eyes. “That hyena couldn’t keep his paws to himself even if his life depended on it.” You giggled but ignored the comment in favor of asking Jack if he could get the key. The wolf nodded and you told everyone to meet you by the pool at 9:30. Your friends nodded in agreement just as the bell rang.

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The air was humid and warm, it was perfect for a late night swim, although your clothes would likely stick to your body when you changed back. Still you shifted uncomfortably at the idea of getting in the water with what you are wearing. A pair of leggings was slipped on underneath a waterproof skirt. You had a jacket over your bikini top but per usual you were unable to wear bottoms unless you wanted them to tear. You would have to be very careful not to let the skirt go up before you shifted.

A sigh left your lips and Grimm, sensing your nervousness, rubbed up against your leg in silent comfort. Your friends were unlikely to freak out but it was still nerve wracking to think about exposing your true form to other non-merpeople. Hundreds of scenarios where something went wrong filtered through your head and promised that your anxiety wouldn’t leave anytime soon.

“BOO!” Half a shriek pierced the night before a hand clasped over your mouth.

“Shishishishishi.” You turned around in surprise and pulled the fingers away from your face.

“Ruggie! What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted. The hyena snickered again and held up one finger. He made a circular motion and a key ring twirled around in response.

“Jack said you needed to get in here. Thought I’d tag along.” The smirk on his face irritated you but you couldn’t be surprised. You should have known that having Jack of all people ask for keys to break into the pool after hours was going to raise some eyebrows. Honestly you should have just asked him to invite Ruggie along anyways. Key or no key the hyena was likely to want to know what was going on.

“Alright fine, but if you tell anyone what you saw here today, and I mean anyone, then I will hide your piggy bank from you.” Ruggie’s eyes went wide before they narrowed.

“You have my word.” You smiled knowing that you had convinced him to keep your secret despite the fact that if he really had told someone you wouldn’t have actually done more than try and punch him. Of all people you knew how precious money was in this world, considering the fact that you had none.

Footsteps alerted you to the approaching presence of your other friends. You turn

around and find Jack, Epel, Ace and Deuce walking over to you. They wave and Jack frowns when he spots Ruggie.

“What are you doing here? I thought you already gave me the key.” The hyena snickers and points towards the key Jack was holding.

“I gave you the one to the janitors closet, which I’m gonna need back by the way. I wanted to see what was going on for myself so I hung out here till Y/n came over, and then I figured it had to be interesting if she was involved. I didn’t know there was gonna be a crowd though.” He looked at you, “This must be one hell of a surprise if you got all the first years here.”

Deuce pointed out that Sebek was a first year as well but the hyena shrugged it off saying “he doesn’t count as a student since he’s basically just a guard.” You figured that was Leona’s opinion and Ruggie agreed.

“Guys it’s already late and I don’t wanna get caught so let's go in already.” Everyone nodded and Ruggie opened the gate.

Carefully you unzipped your jacket as you walked over to the bench. The water appeared calm and undisturbed, allowing a clear view of the illuminated bottom which was surprisingly clean considering teenage boys flung about in the water all day.

You sighed and shrugged the jacket off before stepping out of your shoes. Setting down the bag with your extra clothes you mentally prepared yourself for what was about to happen.

Ruggie leaned closer to Jack and whispered something you didn’t catch but Jack’s response of “You’ll see.” was enough to tell you what had happened. Pushing your anxiety out of the way you lowered yourself into the pool, sighing as the cool water licked your skin. Giving yourself a moment to relax you let your worries leak into the water around you. You had always felt better in the water. It’s a merfolk thing.

“Are you guys positive you won’t freak out?” You called to the edge of the pool where your friends were standing.

“Not unless you grow 10 heads.” Ace sniggered until Epel elbowed him. You rolled your eyes and looked suspiciously over to Ruggie who still had no idea what was going on.

“No promises.” You sighed, but smiled when Jack nodded at you, signaling that it would be alright. Who were you kidding Ruggie was a hyena man who grew up in the slums. What did he care? Feelings of worry taken care of, you sunk deeper into the water and closed your eyes.

The feeling that comes with shifting is always a little strange. It’s almost like your skin has been turned to putty and it is remolding itself and when it reaches the desired outcome it snaps back into place and holds like it has been that way the whole time.

Once you felt the transformation had completed you righted yourself in the water and peeked an eye open to look at your friends. Ace and Epel had their mouths wide open in a gasp. One that quickly turned into a smile. Jack looked as though he had just witnessed a miracle and Deuce was still in shock. Ruggie’s reaction was by far the most extravagant. His eyes were wide and his mouth was curved into a questioning gape. He had taken several steps back and his ears lay flat on his head. Behind him his tail bristled and stood fairly straight, pushing up the too large shirt.

You bit your lip and examined their faces trying to come up with a conclusion to what they were feeling.

“That… Is so cool!” Ace blurted out excitedly and ran over to the pool's edge to get a closer look. Deuce and Epel followed him and Jack trotted over as well, but not before snorting at Ruggie. The hyena man looked your form up and down and took in the swirling shades of color that decorated your now sea creature bottom half. He made a small noise before shaking himself and casually patting down the fur on his tail, which was still tense but not as much.

“Ok, of all the things I’ve seen. That, I was not expecting.” You giggled at Ruggie’s flustered reaction and felt yourself relax now that you knew pitchforks and torches weren’t coming out.

The hyena moved closer to the pool and joined your other friends who were staring at you in awe. You blushed uncontrollably as you felt their gazes roam your colorful body. Decorative markings that spread up to your collarbone changed to a darker shade with your blush.

“So like can I touch you?” Deuce smacks his hand against Ace’s chest and gives him this look that says “dude you can’t just say that''. You giggle and glide closer to them before lifting your arm which was for the most part pretty human, but had a lavender shade to it and a long silky strip of webbing that shimmered as it moved. The longest tentacle on your body rose out of the water as well and you shivered as the webbing stuck together in an uncomfortable manner.

Ace leaned forwards and stroked your arm and tentacle. His eyes were filled with curiosity and wonder. Deuce looked a little more unsure but Epel had no problem reaching out and gently caressing your webbing. Ruggie joined him and Deuce eventually stuck his hand out to stroke your arm, but Jack held back and decided that ultimately he only wanted to look.

“Wow! This stuff is so soft!” Epel said excitedly. He was generally pretty quiet so you were glad he was comfortable enough to speak out.

“It’s so colorful. If we had silks this pretty in the savannah then we’d have lots of money. Say, where could I find more of your kind.” Ruggie’s smirk told you that he was just joking but you glared at him anyways and flicked water his way.

The hyena flinched and shook his head before laying his ears back and moving away from the water. Jack and Ace laughed at the antics before Ruggie growled playfully and distracted them from what had happened moments before.

It was then that Ace leaned a bit too far forwards and fell straight into the pool. You jumped and swung your tentacles back, instinctively spreading them out to make yourself look bigger.

You willed your body to relax as you recovered from the little panic attack and laughed when Ace’s head bobbed to the surface. He sputtered and swam over to the edge and climbed out of the pool. He lay on the concrete and breathed heavily while the boys around him cackled. Ace glared and stood up.

“You jerks I’ll show you how you like it.” Deuce shrieked as Ace shoved him into the water. You laughed with everyone else as Deuce came up for air. Sensing a sudden threat of being pushed into the water Ruggie backed up against the gate and watched as Jack pushed Epel in before diving in himself. The five of you giggled and splashed as Ruggie snickered at your antics.

You were so glad your new friends didn’t mind your merform. Even better, they really liked it. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders as you dived down to swim with your friends. As the five of you splashed and played with Ruggie distracted with your antics, none of you noticed a dark form smirk in the bushes. Nor the click of the camera that he had with him.

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The next day was a nightmare. Apparently someone had spied on you and your friends and photographed you in your merform. People swarmed you asking you all sorts of questions. It was difficult to just get through the halls. Luckily none of the people who stopped and talked to you had anything unkind to say and the stares you received were more curious than malicious but it was still an uncomfortable situation to be in.

For the most part people who knew you were pretty considerate about your space and privacy. Cater seemed absolutely thrilled to know that you were an octopus but only asked if you were alright with everything going on, instead of bombarding you with questions.

Kalim was a little more enthusiastic about the whole situation. Jamil ended up apologizing for him and pulling him away. Vil and Rook subtly commented on your merforms beauty before moving on. Diasomnia rarely came near you but Lilia gave you a sympathetic smile. Trey offered you a few baked sweets as he sensed that you were overwhelmed and as for everyone else you had yet to see them.

The person you were most worried about seeing though was Azul. He was an octopus merman like you, yet you had never seen his merform. Unless you counted his overblot the only time you had seen him in full shift was in the picture you had borrowed from the museum.

He and the Leech twins will probably have an absolute field day over the fact that you’re also a mertype. You worried what Azul was going to think of you hiding it. Over the past few months you had developed a crush on him. You had a plan to confess and everything, but now that the secret was out you were worried that he wasn’t going to like you for keeping it from him. In truth you planned on telling him first, but figured there was no harm in letting your other friends know. Turns out there was and the whole school knew.

Trapped in your thoughts, you failed to notice the two approaching twins and bumped into them as you turned around a corner.

“Hiii~ Shrimpy-chan~!” Floyd’s ever changing mood seemed to pleasant as he greeted you with a smile and not a squeeze.

“Hello, Y/n. How are you today?” Jade's gentleman persona greeted you but failed to hide the questions and mischief in his eyes.

“Just say it already. I know you two already know.” You sighed and watched their faces light up with excitement. Floyd grabbed your arm and took off, dragging you behind him. “Wait!” Soon the three of you arrived at an empty classroom which you were promptly shoved in before the tweels followed, shutting the door behind them.

“Y/n, my apologies for Floyd’s exuberant behavior, but we have been meaning to speak with you in private since the most recent exposure of your true nature.” Jade was calm and collected as always when he spoke and gently fixed your crumpled uniform which had been shifted while running.

“Shrimpy-chan! We have something to tell you!~” Floyd sing-songed before sitting on a desk.

“What? Wait what is it? And where’s Azul? Wouldn’t he want to speak with me too? If this is about a deal the answer is no.” You folded your arms in front of you and put distance between yourself and the seemingly respectful brother. The twins looked at eachother and you caught a glimpse of something passing through their eyes before Floyd pouted.

“Aww, what’s wrong with making deals with us? We promise to be real nice this time and not leave you homeless. You could stay with us at Octavinelle!” You rolled your eyes as Floyd giggled and swung his long legs despite the fact that they could easily reach the floor from his seat.

“The truth is, Azul is jealous.”

“What!” You turned and exclaimed at Jade’s statement. The tall mage nodded and continued with a strange look on his face like he wasn’t bothered by this at all.

“You are far more beautiful than him in your merform and he is bothered by it. Everyone has always shunned him for his octopus body and now you present yourself as one and everyone goes wild with excitement over your gorgeousness. Something he believes to never have possessed.”

You were stunned. Azul was jealous of you. He was upset because you were more beautiful than him. No. You wanted him to love you, not be bothered by you. Why hadn’t you thought of Azul’s insecurities. He just wanted to be an attractive merman and here you were, the same mertype as him and you were advertising your beauty to the world where he had to hide his away due to the fact that he was insecure.

Not bothering to say a word you quickly left the room and raced down the hall. You needed to fix this as soon as possible. Otherwise Azul might not like you ever again. Two pairs of mismatched eyes watched your retreat and shone with anticipation.

“How long do you think it will take?”

“Not long Floyd. Luckily she was already prepared before we released the picture.”

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Azul was so over this whole thing. He had rewatched the video and looked at the pictures about 20 times. You were so gorgeous and graceful in your merform; it just made him frustrated that he couldn have been admired for his tentacles. They were simple and slimy so most people hated them yet you were swathed in colorful silks that attracted every creature in the ocean. While most would swim by him or threaten to eat him, any sea animal that came across you would be hypnotised by your beauty.

The worst thing about you being an octopus is that it gave him one more reason to tell himself that you will never love him. He was so drab and you were well amazing. Of all the creatures in the sea you had to be a blanket octopus. If you had been a simple mermaid or even better a common octopus like him then surely he would have a chance with you at least.

A sudden knock on the door startled the mage and he stood quickly to make sure he looked alright before answering the door. You stood anxiously as he opened the door and grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to shut it. Surprisingly, Azul offered no resistance as you dragged him to the entrance of the aquarium.

Octavinelle’s aquarium had two sections, one was for regular fish and the other sea creatures that were on display from the mostro lounge. The other was for the residents. Any and all merfolk could use the aquarium if they felt homesick or separated from their true forms. This was where you chose to place the gift you had made.

Coming to a stop you turned and looked at Azul. He looked confused and excited at the same time. You took this as a good sign.

“Azul. Will you swim with me?” The merman’s eyes widened and he stood there processing your request for nearly a minute before responding.

“Sure.”

Giddy with glee you quickly leapt into the water and shed your clothes before transforming. Rising to the surface you looked up at him from just underneath the surface and he peered back at you.

Strange. He thought for sure he would feel angry again when he saw you but the darling flush on your face and how you were genuinely happy to swim with him gave him another feeling all together. It bubbled inside of him and made him blush as he slowly lowered himself into the cool water beside you.

It had been a while since Azul had consciously shifted so he was a bit worried that he would do it too fast or slow and something would go wrong. Fortunately he was able to shift without incident. Once shifted he suddenly felt very self conscious. As a common octopus he was far more simple and plain compared to your swirling and colorful body.

You didn’t seem to mind however as you twirled and circled around Azul excitedly.

“Come on I have something to show you.” Azul frowned in confusion but followed you regardless. You led him to a sort of grove area that he had never seen before. It was very well hidden but gorgeous as well.

You looked back at him excitedly and pushed through the sea vines to an open area where a ray of sunlight fell across and illuminated the gift you had spent months on. Azul’s jaw dropped when he laid eyes on the octopus pot that sat in the middle of the small room.

The base was grey and made of some type of stone. Around it sat lavender pillars and corals that surrounded the base except for the entrance. The round opening was smoothed and carved in a delicate design that resembled sea coral. Behind it sat a dark velvet cloth that was tied back with a golden rope.Azul assumed that was to block the entrance or allow for privacy.

The inside was decorated with lavish pillows in all sorts of cool shades. They were illuminated by a small yet classy lamp that hung off to the side. The outside of the pot was for the most part smooth and grey with a few purple undertones, but off to one side there sat a carving that resembled the waves and water foam, on top off which held a large pearl that glinted in the sunlight. On the other side a darker grey octopus clung to the top portion of the pot and spread its tentacles out in an elegant manner. Azul took note that the few that rose off the pot appeared to be for hanging things and one looked suspiciously like it was meant to support a staff.

You floated in place for what felt like hours as you waited for Azul to react. You reminded yourself to stay patient as he might not respond to it immediately. When he finally did react he did so without words. He simply pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows. You nodded excitedly before bowing your head bashfully.

“I’m so sorry that I upset you Azul. I never meant for it to get out in the first place. I was actually planning on telling you first and then giving this octopus pot to you since I know you don’t have one. Then things got messed up and everything and I’m so sorry. I think you’re beautiful in your merform and I hope you’ll accept my apology.” Your face burned when you spoke and you swished your tentacles nervously.

“What?” You looked up when Azul spoke and saw confusion on his face. “I’m not upset at you. It’s not your fault you’re beautiful. Besides I could never be upset at you, octopus or not. I was distraught because I thought you were so amazing and I’m so plain and that there was no chance that you’d like me back.” You gasped and watched as his face slowly turned pink.

He dove into the pot and curled up, mentally berating himself for letting that slip. Shocked you glided over to the entrance of the pot and leaned your head in.

“Azul. Do you mean that? Do you really like me?” He didn’t respond, you took a deep breath and admitted your own feelings. “Well I like you so…” His head snapped up and he let his expression grow into an ecstatic smile before coughing into his fist and composing himself.

“Well in that case, do you want to come in and lay with me?” Azul ignored the fact that his face felt like it was on fire and waited as you giggled and moved in beside him.

“I’d love to. What do you think of the pot?” The merman smiled gently at you and spoke as he curled his tentacles around you and yours, him.

“It’s exquisite. I couldn’t love it more. Where did you get it?”

“I made it.” You muttered and flushed at the surprised and impressed look on his face. He shifted closer to you and gripped your hand with his.

“You did an excellent job. Thank you.” Your fingers intertwined with his and you pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you Azul.” You mumbled sleepily.

“I love you Y/n.” He spoke before shutting his eyes and enjoying the warmth that spread through the pot. You’re silky webbing fell across the two of you like a blanket and after a stressful morning Azul allowed himself to slip into a comfortable sleep.

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Two pairs of heterochromatic eyes watched the two octopus merpeople sleep soundly inside the pot and smirked with wicked teeth.

“How did you know she was an octopus as well?”

“Floyd, surely you must have noticed. They both smell like takoyaki.” The eels laughed and quietly zipped away, leaving the octopus pot behind.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years

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🕯Anon said : Can I request headcanons with a Modern Au Teacher!Erwin and his s/o is a slightly famous artist like a painter that’s always in the basement. Maybe have a moment where the art teacher begs him to bring them to the school when they find out who Erwin is with. ? 🕯

Teacher!Erwin brings you, a famous painter, to work.

{ Erwin x Reader | tw:none | fluff, suggestive kiss | modern }

{ "Leisurely Sunday in the Villa Comunale in Naples" 1993 by Francesco Tammaro Born in 1939 }

Grassy fields surrounded the old big building as the trees undressing of their leaves onto the sidewalks, currently being swept away by the janitor.

Students were filling the halls, the sound of chatter and laughter following after. Outside in the yard, the whistle of the gym teacher could be heard following by heavy footsteps as the football team started their morning practice. Not long after the bell rang, the halls were empty again only for some crumbled papers and snack covers left behind.

"Pigs, all of them. There's a trashcan right there." Levi scrunched his nose at the smell of axe spray and deodorant near the trophy cases. "Tell Miche to spray his running monkeys with soap every once in a while."

"Now now, what got you so grumpy this early in the morning?" Adjusting the lab coat on their suit, Hange replied. "Oh cut the kids some slack, their big game is coming soon or something."

"And he's been implenting a more strick hygiene policy." Said Erwin, holding a plastic binder with a stack of exam papers, mostly marked red. "He's trying to convince the principal to ban deodorant during practice because it's making his nose burn."

Huffing in response, Levi crossed his arms. "Yeah because the principle will definitely listen to him after that whole sniffing people scandal- Hey! Brats, don't you have classes"

As Levi went to scold the two students currently hanging a handmade poster for the upcoming game on the wall, a couple of students came up to Hange, looking in a hurry as they explained the Science lab was locked and they're getting tired of sitting on their backpacks outside.

Soon after, Erwin too made his way to class.

Upon entering the room, the talking quieted down as the squeaking sound of people going back to their own desks followed. Walking upfront, Erwin dropped the binder on his desk beside the empty mug, a couple of groans filled the room as the students realised what it was.

"Mr.Smith, didn't we just take the test yesterday? Shouldn't you like...I don't know double check or something? Maybe you rushed grading them?" One student called from the back as some chuckles and agreement followed from the rest.

Taking the stacks of papers out, Erwin made his way between the students, giving each on their graded paper. "I don't know Connie, maybe you should've double checked your answers instead?"

The playful atmosphere of the classroom was cut short as the door slammed open, making everyone freeze in their seats, none other than the art teacher walked in.

Nile Dawk, current art teacher who fails at least a quarter of his class each year. Who has oh just the most swell relationship with Erwin and anyone can tell you that.

You see, Erwin adored art, both the classic and the modern. Nile admired history and knew just how each art era had its link to a historical event.

And the pair couldn't stand each other.

Crossing his arms, Nile said "Erwin, you have explaining to do." Before dropping a newly printed magazine onto his desk,

Its cover, showing a brand new art museum that just finished construction and is hosting a lot of different paintings from unrecognised underground talents.

"Nile, I think you misunderstand. I teach history, I'm not an architect." He said raising an eyebrow, before tilting his head as if he's deep in thought, "or do you want me to explain what a museum is?"

Sneering at his remark, Nile flipped through the pages till he reached a certain one. It depicted a one of the paintings that will be displayed in the museum, a portrait of a blond man with broad shoulders and sharp blue eyes seemingly distracted from reality by the book in his hand.

The soft glow of the fireplace next to the red armchair he sat in, adding a certain orange hue to his light complexion. His long fingers holding the leather book as a glass-stained maroon vase sat on the small table behind him, containing a single red rose.

It's clear from the details poured into his eyes and the shading for each strand of his hair that whoever made this painting, held a great affection for the man.

"Now Mr.history teacher, care to explain why your face is on this painting? By one of the few promising artists of this useless generation?."

Hushed murmurs filled the classroom as students took out their phones googling the name y/n, showing each other the said painting while staring with wide eyes at Erwin.

Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Erwin frowned at the scene the other was causing. Knowing very well it won't take long for this fire to spread, he decided to add more fuel to the flames.

He took a long breath, before telling the class to quiet down with a stern expression.

"Mr.Dawk, are you really asking me why y/n, my love, the person I'm married to, paint me?" He said facing the other, looking directly into his eyes. "Maybe you should ask y/n instead if you're so insisting on forcing yourself in my private life."

Narrowing his eyes, Nile snorted. "You know what Erwin? Maybe I should.

And that's the story Erwin told you while having dinner that day.

He looks at you with pleading eyes as if to silently apologise for dragging you into this mess, his plate still half full and drink untouched.

Please reassure him that it's alright, you don't mind taking a day off to visit his work

He'll reach out to gently squeeze your hand in his, whispering a small thank you as his thumb rubs against your skin.

He also says he'll do the dishes that day, you can go rest and he will join you in bed after a while, a relieved smile on his face.

The next day, as he wakes up early like usual. He makes sure to wake you up with a kiss, stroking your face before murmuring "good morning" against your lips.

He knows because of your work you don't wake up early, so he's really patient and understanding if you happen to get grumpy for a while.

Handing you a warm drink to help wake you up, he'll make sure you eat something before changing and heading out.

You're not surprised to find him already done and dressed himself.

Hair as perfect as usual.

On the drive to school, you'll feel the cool morning air against your skin while your head leans back into the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

You can have your mini nap, Erwin will make sure to wake you up when you arrive.

When arriving, he made sure to open the car door for you. The fresh air and green scenery surrounded you both.

When arriving at the teacher's lounge, you're almost surprised to see two people already there from how early it was.

The first was sitting on the old black couch near the window, his dirty blond bangs covering his eyes. The second you could see making tea on the other side of the room Where the kitchenware was.

Both of them glanced up when Erwin called their name, staring at the way he had an arm wrapped around your waist while introducing you.

It was Miche who came first, standing from the couch you noticed just how tall he was. Offering your hand for him to shake, only for him to pull you into a tight hug instead.

He pulled away, tapping his nose before a smile slowly formed on his face, nodding in approval

The second was Levi, who ignored your offered hand only to sip on his teacup, assessing you up and down.

Not too long after, a person with a messy ponytail and a colorful lab coat arrived.

They took one glance at you, then the matching wedding rings on yours and Erwins fingers before taking an immediate interest in you.

Hange asked questions faster than you can answer them, with sparkling eyes and a wide smile.

At the first sign of you being uncomfortable, it was Levi who stepped in to tell Hange to tone it down before apologizing to you.

And it was Miche who got you some snacks from the teacher's secret stash after.

You've heard stories and one sided phone calls about them from Erwin, yet it still didn't prepare you for actually meeting them.

While overwhelming at first, the more time you spent talking as Erwin reassuringly sat beside you, you noticed how genuinely interested they were.

Levi, while seemingly cold, was actually the most considerate and paid the most attention to you. He'd step in whenever things got too much and would be really polite despite having a colourful language. By the end of it he even made you some tea, something that seemed to surprise Erwin and the rest.

"It's just...he never trusted someone this quickly before."

Hange was genuinely interested in you, having researched you and your art beforehand. They really were eager to hear even the most boring details and were capable of understanding your way of thinking. They even gave you a small rubber frog they carried around in their pocket to hand out. It would've been cute wasn't for the fact immediately after they mentioned the real human skeleton they have pinned to the lab door.

"His name is bean! I've been actually investing into getting him a human heart for Valentine's day, but all the ones I've found so far were in jars."

The most quiet of them was actually Miche, although he'd smile at you whenever you looked his way. Despite his intimidating size you learned how harmless and easy going he is, the most chill out of the three. He did mention knowing Erwin for the longest time out of them, having been childhood friends even. He promised to tell you all the embarrassing secrets Erwin tried to erase from existence as he added his number on your phone.

"He ain't as proper as he looks, I got the dirt on him."

You saw Erwin's jaw tightening before he changed the subject quickly, giving the side eye to Miche who only smiled back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Erwin didn't leave your side for one minute and made sure to check on you constantly.

He introduced you to the rest of the teachers and seemed only amused at any teasing he got from students passing by.

By the end of the day, as the sun began to set and the students already done with their clubs, you and Erwin had one final place to go.

The art classroom.

"Just one more thing before that" he told you, guiding you into an empty classroom.

You saw his desk, the mug you gifted him on father's day as a joke sat on his desk, several paper sketches you made were framed next to it.

It was his classroom, with only you and him, the door open.

He closed it.

You stood against his desk as he moved closer, arms circling you, not breaking eye contact.

"May I?" He whispered, licking his own lips.

As he got your permission, he pressed his lips against yours, arm stroking your back before pulling away after some seconds.

He rubbed your swollen bottom lip with his thumb, a small smile on his face before pulling away.

Your heart was still fluttering against your chest as you left the classroom, while Erwin seemed to be smiling at nothing with a slight curl to his lips, steps more lighter than before.

Right after that he took you to the art classroom. The smell of oil paint and sound of brushes scratching against paper filling the air.

Stepping inside, the scratching sound stopped as a certain black haired man stared at you, eyes wide and lips parted.

Disbelief clear in his face, Nile was quick to mask his emotions as he noticed the smugness Erwin was in.

"Nile, I'd like to introduce you to my lovely darling, y/n." There was a chipper to Erwin's voice as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

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