#you wind up with a lot of paranoia lol

[pyrriax]

yk what i just realized?

i accidentally wrote pandora with a slightly altered version of my issues pvnjkdml

i noticed it but not All of it

[5eraphim]

Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt. 

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team. 

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat. 

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer. 

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down. 

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove. 

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity. 

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

[kestisvrse]

making up for lost time

pairing ⋆ harry osborn (ps5) x gn!reader. angst, fluff. crushing.

synopsis ⋆ harry comes to visit you after being m.i.a for a year.

warnings ⋆ cringe rizz, anxious, first time writing. | wc: 0.6k

everyone has those days were they wake up and can just sense somethings going to happen that day, and living in new york city with a literal superhero swinging around, the feeling was often correct.

today… today was different. it was like a pit in your stomach you get as a kid the night before christmas, the excitement of santa coming in your house to put presents under the tree kind of feeling.

which was odd, because it was around six now, sun almost set as golden hues set along the buildings of new york. unlocking your apartment door you huffed slightly, the anxious feeling for nothing ruined your day, filled you with paranoia.

setting your things down you head for the kitchen to grab any leftovers and plop down on the couch to watch a show to relax, but that moment of peace was quickly interrupted. furrowing your brows as a knock appeared at your door, setting your food back on the table and rising from your seat you shuffled towards the door.

unlocking the door you are met with harry osborn, a face you hadn’t seen in over a year besides the photos tapped in your room and in your camera roll.

he stood there grinning, auburn hair a little messy, like he had been running against the wind, the lightest freckles covering his face that could be missed easily, but you remembered them vividly. he wore a grey henley with a army green jacket, and before you could observe the rest of his outfit you were interrupted.

“i didn’t think i was that good looking” harry teased, you snapped your eyes up to meet his, your cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment

“harry.. hi” you muttered out

“hi” his giant grin faded to a small smile “i have a lot to tel- explain to you.” he said looking to his shoes, slightly shifting his weight onto one foot

you nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you to see it, stepping to the side for him to walk in. he looked around, admiring how well the apartment resembled you.

“mj told me” he turned around and furrowed his brows “that… that you weren’t in europe.”

“right” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on your couch

“i wish you had told me.. i know i wouldn’t have been able to be with you but it would have helped, rather than texting you every week.” he fiddled with his fingers as you sat next to him

“i’m sorry. i wish i had, but i j…just couldn’t” he replied, you nodded looking down at his nervous hands, reaching forward to grab onto one “i didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“it’s okay, i just… i missed you. you do look great though, by the way.” a lopsided smile appearing on your face

“i knew you were checking me out”

“you are ruining the moment” you giggled pushing him slightly with your shoulder, hands slowly weaving together

“i can’t say much, you are still as beautiful as ever” he flirted, a nervous smile appeared on your face as pink tinted your cheeks

“still such a flirt.” you hummed, he shrugged, “god i missed you so much” you chuckled, tears threatened to spill from your eyes just from the shock of it all

“oh please don’t cry” he brought a hand up to wipe away a fallen tear, “i’m here again. and i am healthy” you nod and smile at him, wiping away stray tears with your free hand.

“any plans tonight? want to have those silly movie nights we used to have?” you beamed

“i would be an idiot to deny such a request” harry joked, quickly admiring your features

you smiled at each other, just sitting in each others presence after a year had been taken away from you.

first time writing sorry its bad LOL

[butchmartyr]

sorry if i might be misinterpreting ur post but: so its Not just me that gets a little bothered by how suddenly hyped up strap/packing bulge is in lesbian spaces then??? like i swear i used to have to be hyper vigilant about if my dick was visible or not & had an irrational fear of being labelled a sex pest if i ever had like morning wood during a sleepover or something & now suddenly so many tme's are out openly thirsting over plastic dick prints??? like i Guess i'd prefer other dykes openly like a bulge than act the way my paranoia insists they would; but it all just feels a bit eyeroll inducing & irritates me a bit... idk...

as someone who’s had a cis ex eagerly refer to mine as a ‘bio strap’, i do get you (especially with the hypervigilance, mood), but my frustration was less with ppl being centered on ‘strap’ as uniquely lesbian compared to other phalluses and more with the growing comfortability non-transfems build for only addressing and recognizing trans women by their dicks while not working on their other internalized transmisogyny.

like i myself am someone who generally isn’t that bottom dysphoric but what that’s gotten me is great experiences from my love life such as getting chided for perceived male socialization before being made to top by a lesbian ex again (because why would someone like me want or have different sex), or the general fact that it wasn’t until like, last year that i got to experience some explicit compliments and touches for the first time on my breasts and my body that weren’t just about my dick or otherwise typically ‘masculine’ things like my muscles (especially silly given that im just skinny and barely have any musculature). and my partners were all lgbt, several of them trans in various ways! but this didn’t stop them from taking my general comfort with my body as an excuse to hone in on my dick without fear of repercussion.

i feel like a lot of people act like being gay or trans inherently makes you deconstruct/be better about gender, and they might be better about people similar to them, but often they still wind up treating trans women like ‘different’ men and carry matching expectations as such. sometimes it’s more subtle or sometimes it’s obvious like when lesbians will sometimes use us to experiment with bisexuality, but it still happens and people hate to talk about it lol. and we don’t have to get into the frustration i feel for people being like that re: strap ons while still being weird about other kinds of dicks, as if plenty of nb people and transmascs don’t see their strap ons as extensions of themselves and as their dicks through this way, but i do feel it, lol.

[transphilza]

ok i’m not lucid enough to comment anything about what that finale was actually about, but is that moment where c!tommy hits c!wilbur with the sword the most scared we’ve ever seen c!wilbur? thought i’d consult our resident wilbur analysis expert lol

i loved this question so much i kept it in my inbox for answering while i took months to gather my thoughts about the final stream — i’d say it’s fair to say yes, it was the most outwardly scared we ever saw c!wilbur, and i wanna talk about why this is a great interpretation for that moment

the thing about wilbur is that he’s always afraid — if the spiraling paranoia of the pogtopia era wasn’t explicit enough for you, you don’t need to look much further than the neuroticism speech to understand that anxiety and fear are primary motivators for wilbur. (frankly excessive elaboration under cut)

it’s why he feels such a strong urge to protect those he cares about, to even a possessive degree (talking particularly about c!tommy here), because he is afraid things will slip from his control and he won’t be able to protect what he values (and as such it makes sense why losing l’manberg after the election damaged wilbur so deeply — among other things, the nation provided him with a sense of safety and control over his life and the lives of his family that kept his anxiety relatively manageable)

but my favorite thing about this moment isn’t that it might be the most scared he’s ever been, it’s as nonnie phrases it: it’s the most scared we’ve ever seen him

prior to his revival, the most explicitly we are shown wilbur’s anxiety is right after the Let’s Be The Bad Guys speech, where he mentions the reason he’s doing all this is because he needs to feel safe (and safe = in control)

after his revival, wilbur is slightly more self aware, and with that change we have vulnerable moments like this popping up more willingly, under less duress, but they’re more shallow, particularly as he slips back into old habits. i think of his intense and genuine expressions of love toward tommy as he spoke about family while simultaneously lying to him about many other things — or his being incredibly vulnerable around ranboo and expressing his fear openly in a way we hadn’t seen him describe before, but then acting on his destructive anxious impulses and encouraging ranboo to do the same directly afterward

but particularly after the events of The Wilbur Van, the moments of genuine fear he expresses are all heavy with the hopelessness of suicidality, and the despair (which is certainly driven by fear, perhaps the fear of having to live in limbo forever where everyone he loves can never see him as anything but his mistakes) is the most visible emotion (i think of what he says to phil in the Bust stream about trying so hard and never getting better — despair driven by fear)

it’s a lot easier to identify this despair rather than the fear underlying it in how wilbur behaves, and this is true for the entire duration of his storyline on the smp — that is, except this one moment that you mention, where he sounds purely and utterly terrified

all this long winded rambling to say: why? why is the despair and hopelessness that usually sticks out the most not as palpable here?

it actually comes back to this; the factor that by this point, during this final scene, wilbur has begun to reconcile with himself and reconsider his own fate. sending friend back to ghostbur was an act of kindness toward himself, and i’ve talked about that before, about how these small moments of care and love toward himself are monumentally important in changing how wilbur sees the world around him — in changing how he sees his own life, not as a hopeless tragic narrative but as a dynamic human existence with highs and lows and a chance for hope in the future

all this to say: this is one of the only periods in the story when wilbur has been truly, deeply afraid to die, and the reason he’s so afraid is because finally, finally, after all this time, he thinks he wants to live.

he’s figured a way out, he’s found a third option between death and limbo and for once in his life he thinks he can imagine a future worth living for, or at the very least a future where he is free to shape it on his own, where he is no longer a character trapped in a never ending cycle of loss and suffering

and in a less abstract way, it’s a change of scenery that isn’t full of ghosts and zombies and ruins of people and places he once loved. it’s someplace he can be on his own where he doesn’t have to anxiously ruminate about how his actions are constantly and perpetually disappointing and harming those he loves. a place to heal, or maybe just a place where he can consider what exactly healing means — and tommy is hitting him, and it hurts, and he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t want to die,

of all things he just wants to go back to fucking utah

[candyfloss-esophagus]

CRYING WOLF FOR ASK GAME!!!! GIMME ALL THE INFORMATION!!!!

Okay I'm just gonna spam you with asks here so feel free to ignore them if it's too much <3

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (don't think I've forgotten about the post you made mentioning an alternate ending! 👀👀👀) 10, 11, 13, 14 and 15

Hope this isn't too much! (like I said feel free to ignore these if that's the case!)

I remember you mentioned something about making a lore post about stuff that didn't get put in the fic and maybe you could combine them? If you still feel like making it that is <3 (seriously I still love that fic so much!!!!)

Alright buckle up boys this is gonna get LONG. @voidpants since you sent me an ask with a couple of these in, I'll combine them here <3

This probably goes without saying but there are extreme spoilers for crying wolf below the cut

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? My recent obsession with vivisection, dissection and cannibalism <33 I know I'm very good at falling into stereotypes and I'm your local transmasc butch unhealthily obsessed with cannibalism <33333

The noirpunk server did, in all honesty. I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

2: What scene did you first put down? The very first scene! I write generally chronologically, unless there's something I'm raring to get down!

3: What’s your favorite line of narration? He pulls back, unable to staunch the hysterical giggles building in his chest, and they tumble free like the intestines of a mutilated fox at the side of a road -- all bloody ropes thick with mucus.

I just like this comparison lol. A close second would be the line about Peter's organs being better to eat than the pigeon.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? “Oh, I know you’re on the square, doll. I don’t think you’ve ever lied to me.” 

I really love this line because I love blatant foreshadowing. But also because in the previous line, Hobie really wasn't lying (as is shown later on).

5: What part was hardest to write? The scene directly before the first cannibalism scene. I'm never too sure how to draw it out and build the tension in the proper way and I'm not entirely too sure I managed it.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics? It's absolutely dripping with paranoia, a lot of what is drawn from my own paranoia (where are my insane babes at ik we're around here somewhere). And also it's one of my most violent fics. Didn't tend to write it before now but I'm really enjoying messing around with it now!

7: Where did the title come from? I was brainstorming with myself after I told the people in the discord that I would try to write something approximating what we'd cooked up together and it took a while (probably about half an hour) before I hit on the story of the boy who cried wolf.

In this context, the boy crying wolf is Peter, whose spider senses are so fucked up that he tends to ignore them when he implicitly trusts people -- which means that when that person isn't in their right state of mind, he dismisses any notion that there might be something wrong.

Simultaneously, the crying wolf is Hobie, who is by far the more dangerous one of them, having been possessed by an actual murderous cannibalistic alien, but who is in much more denial about it. (Literally in the scene where he kills and eats Peter, he refuses to accept what's happened, whereas Peter just told him that it was going to be okay. Both of them are Fucked Up okay.)

Anyway this was a long-winded way of saying that it came from a children's story lol

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? Yeah!!! In the early days of the noirpunk discord server, we were chucking around the vague idea of symbiote Hobie, throwing out a few vignette scenes and pieces of dialogue, and it was so compelling to me that I said I'd take a crack at it, so here we are! Thanks guys!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic? AHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA

Yes. I have an alternate ending kicking around in my head at the moment that I'll probably start with once I'm finished with whumptober and another couple of things I've promised people I'll do </3 the adhd is real you guys

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? UM?? BECAUSE NOIRPUNK????????

Because this idea was thought up in the noirpunk server with noirpunk in mind and it would have been a disservice to write this pairing as anything other than noirpunk. And also I wanted to give Peter more cannibalism trauma. And at the moment noirpunk is the only thing keeping me sane (which I mean in a very real and worrying way. We ball.)

11: What do you like best about this fic? I got to write cannibalism under the guise of love :>

Also very proud that I came up with the acronym for the D.O.R.M.A.N.T symbiotes

12: What do you like least about this fic? Um. Am I allowed to say my writing. If not, then I know there are plotholes and pieces of lore about the worlds and the symbiotes that don't make sense. Consider: I wanted to write cannibalism.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading? I listened to a lot of Tunng, Troy Kingi and Arab Strap!!

Mostly from Tunng I was listening to a lot of their album Dead Club and out of those were my favourites of Eating the Dead, Man and also Woman (the last two of which are spoken word poems but I choose to treat them as music because they are <333)

Troy Kingi specifically Sleep (Slumber), First Take Strut, and No Reason to 2nd Guess M.G.

Arab Strap specifically The Turning of our Bones, Here Comes Comus! and The Fable of the Urban Fox.

Sleep (Slumber) was looped specifically for scenes where I needed them to be soft with each other. The Turning of our Bones was looped specifically for the cannibalism. Please watch the music video (don't if you're sensitive to gore) because it's actually one of my favourite things in the world.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic? HUNGER AS A METAPHOR FOR DEVOTION. or there might just be a parasite eating your brain lol

Just kidding. Hm. Sometimes we go through something in our lives that's horrific. And we're trying to process it and not getting anywhere because it's so huge that our brains can't wrap themselves around it. Most of the time, we start to convince ourselves that it's us at the core of the problem. Sometimes we are. But to peel back the layers and get to the actual center, there are almost always outside forces that influence us into certain behaviours/choices that we regret later. And that's part of being human!

I'm not saying that you have a parasite in your brain that's making you eat your romantically inclined partner. I'm saying that the love shown in crying wolf is a relatively equal balance of give and take. They try to be as their worlds have shown them that love is, they're unlearning some of the more detrimental things, they're learning and growing together. They take steps back from each other when they need to and try to navigate their situations as well as they can. Idk.

Forgiveness is probably one of the main themes here. Please be gentle with yourself. It's so so important that you are.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic? That I really enjoy writing cannibalism. And that I need to watch a hell of a lot of 30s nyc films and 70s london films because I STILL don't have their turns of phrases down and it's annoying me.

And to take the leap (haha itsv references). This fic was very overwhelming for me at first because I don't tend to write very fast-paced or violent stuff. But I really enjoy reading it and so I really wanted to write it! Even if it isn't that great, I had a blast writing it!

Thank you for sending this ask in!! It's been really good to look past the writing into the inner mechanics of what makes it tick! (And I promise that I'll have that lore post up sometime!! I have not forsaken you!)

Edit: just realised you skipped 12 in your request but in my defence I'm not wearing my glasses and sort of assumed you asked about everything whoops

[nerdy-spooks]

I Was A Teenage Werewolf

Werewolf! Edgar Frog Au Part 1.

Alright Everyone, This Is Part one! Of My Werewolf! Edgar Frog Au! I'm not sure how many parts their will be but this is part one, I do ask for patience since I'm a slow writer lol, but I hope you enjoy everything- I tried my hardest to read it- their may be a few spelling mistakes and Grammer mistakes, I'm not the best writer so I apologize in advance, anyways I hope you enjoy! 😁

Note this takes place before the events of the film

It Was The Summer Of 1987 In the City Of Santa Carla California, The city of Santa Carla was a breezy Tourists Town, Bustling streets and Beaches. The city had a lot to offer for those looking for a good time, Behind that Fun Busy Beach vibes of the city was an unsettling darkness that Lurked in the shadows, Many Mysterious Disappearances we're common Along with Grizzly Murders.

It was in this Strange Town Full Of Strange People that Edgar Frog and His Brother Alan Frog Grew Up in, The Two Were on the constant alert full of paranoia thanks to such Danger's that Lurked everywhere. The Rays of the setting sun gave a warm yet firey blaze as it set upon the town, Edgar Leaned against the Counter Boredly as he watched The People come and Go Along outside of the comic store, Edgar Looked Over to Alan who was sitting on the Counter Reading a Comic, Edgar Sighed Which Caught Alan's attention.

Alan set the comic down looking to his brother rasing a brow. "What's Gotten into Your Edgar?" Alan asked Crossing his arms. Edgar shook his head as he looked away from his brother. "Nothing, Obviously I'm fine." Edgar stated in a serious tone, he subconsciously Rubbed at The Long Jagged Scar that Was inflicted upon his forearm, he had gained it in the most terrifyingly unfortunate way He began to think about that unfortunate night, Edgar that it would be Fun to Take Alan out 'Hunting' one night, Really it was just the two wandering around the woods looking for anything they deemed mysterious.

As the two wandered and searched that night they heard a sound in the distance, a strange sound, a Howl, Alan was immediately spooked ans suggested they leave and go back home, But Edgar was always Stubborn so much so it was foolish, It led to his downfall that night, Alan managed to convince Edgar to leave.

Just as the two begun to head back home the bushes rustled as the Wind The Air, everything suddenly seemed eeriely still, Out of nowhere a great Creature had emerged from the darkness of the woods, It was No Ordinary Wolf, it was large, Horrifying and Unaturally large, it fur stood on edge as it swiftly made it's way towards the brothers the Creature let out a low rumbling growl that only grew louder as it approached the two brothers, The two brothers finally came to their senses Alan looked to Edgar with a widened panicked look upon his face. "Run!" Was All Alan could say as he grabbed his brothers hand quickly taking off running, With that the creature howled as it took Chase after the two brothers.

Edgar and Alan Ran as fast as their legs could carry them, All while avoiding Branches and Long roots of the trees of the forest, The Creature was right behind them, they could hear it snarling and Growling as it chased it's prey, "I can see the light's!" Alan exclaimed with Hopeful joy, They only had to run a bit further and soon they'd be safe in town- Just as that thought ran through Alan's mind, Much to his horror Edgar Tripped falling to the Ground, a Root had caught his foot. They were their just at the edge of the forest, Alan could see the city clearly, He turned to Edgar, The Creature Had caught up to them, As it snarled fiercely as it swiped at Edgar, Edgar had pulled his foot from the root that tripped him all whilst rolling to avoid the Creatures attacks. "Alan Help!" Edgar Shrieked his voice full of panic, Alan Nodded and without a second thought he Took out the Stake He carried on his belt, he could only hope this weapon would work against this monster.

Alan Ran to the Creature full of fear yet he knew he could not allow this Creature to harm his brother nor himself, further more it was his duty to stop the creature. He ran To the Creature as he let out what only could be considered a war cry as he raised the stake over his head aiming it ready to impale the creature, Edgar was scurrying to get away, The Creature turned to Alan Swiping at the Teen sending him flying back into a tree knocking him unconscious, Edgar was panicked upon seeing his brother hurt, He swiftly ran to his brothers side kneeling in front of him. "Alan?! Alan?!" Edgar shouted in terror, He turned from Alan then to the creature as it approached, Edgar had tears in his eyes now as he stared up at the creature, The creature raised a clawed hand as it stood over him, Edgar without even thinking a second thought raised his arm shielding himself and his brother, Edgar cried out in pain from the agonizing Pain of his forearms Flesh being Sliced open.

Those Claws of the Creature went through Edgar's Arm like a Hot knife through butter, Edgar's heart was racing faster, he'd been injured his brother hurt, Would he die like this? Was this how it ended? He wasn't sure, So this is my end? Edgar remembered thinking, His entire body began feeling numb, tired he felt so tired as his blood continued to seep down his arm and onto the grass of the forest ground, Edgar collapsed next to his brother as his vision grew blurry and he faded off into darkness, the same darkness that surround the Accursed City Of Santa Carla.

Alright! I hope you enjoyed part one of my Werewolf Edgar Frog Au, I hoped you liked it. I put lots of effort into it lol I did my best, part two is in the works, Part two will take place in present day rather than a flashback like this one was, anyways let me know if you want to be tagged for part two and let me know you're thoughts. I know it was gotta short but it'll be longer next time.

@6lostgirl6

[jimothysomebody]

Rambling, Fitness, Mobility, Aging, Blah

Feeling kind of meh tonight, for a variety of reasons. Trying to snap out of it, or rather *stay* snapped out of it, it's just hard. Currently trying to refocus myself on my fitness journey.

I'd been doing pretty well about this time of year a year ago, I weighed about 245, down from 281 that June, strength training was going well, I was pretty active, and then February of this when I was 238 year I broke my toe and within 3 months between pain and depression gained back *half* of what I'd lost and have been struggling to lose more weight. It's mostly my diet and being more active that I've been struggling with, and this year with some health scares (read, random otherwise harmless events that triggered paranoia) I've been trying to be more mindful of things like sugar, sodium, alcohol consumption and caffeine.

It's not even so much for aesthetic purposes, I'm realizing. Honestly my goals are mostly strength related. I wanna be able to move heavy shit and not break much of a sweat, I wanna look intimidating enough to make asshats think twice about wanting to fuck with me, and want to have/maintain decent mobility, which I'd already wanted but a broken bone just sort of brought it back to the forefront of my mind.

There's some neat fitness influencers who could give a fuck about the BMI index or numbers on the scale who put emphasis on mobility and strength training and I'm so grateful for that, because for too long fat shaming and the attitude toward obesity and numbers on a scale was just so unavoidable, whether it was the attitude people wanted you to have toward yourself when pursuing fitness goals or judging others being socially encouraged in that kind of scene or whatever. I've made a lot of strides learning to love myself for who I am, the body I'm in, and trying to take better care of myself too.

The love I'm trying to show myself now is that a number over 230lbs isn't bad or wrong or shameful, and to wanting to be mobile with the body I have. I've seen some people, family and close family friends really struggling to get around as early as their late 30's and really struggling as they age and it worries me. In June of 2022 when I was 281 I was hiking over a dune to the beach in the outer banks of North Carolina and out of shame lagged behind some fit friends of mine because I knew it was gonna be difficult and I was gonna be out of breath. This year, even 4 months after breaking my toe? Moving along just fine, pretty tipsy (probably more drunk than tipsy but not hammered) and on island time, and I was chuggin' along up that hill so well Kate Bush would have written *that* song about me, lol. Mid trek and I realized how differently I was doing compared to last year and it hit me just how much better shape I was in, despite a broken toe and being drunk, and doing it mid conversation too. It just felt nice and made me worry a bit less.

Not that it means much, but today I weighed in at 252lbs, have gained some visible muscle mass and definition since last year (probably not enough to move the scale much but idfk) and honestly, as long as I'm still feeling well, can move around and exercise without getting too winded, I genuinely wouldn't be bothered if I don't lose much more of my belly and love-handles (or even gained some!). I do however want to continue with my strength training, get some more definition and mass. Today I got a new 25.5lb olympic barbell, I've been running out of room on my standard one to put the weights I have, and when my buddy regifted me all the workout & weight stuff he wasn't gonna use it included some olympic weight plates that I'll finally be making use of. In Sept. of last year I was using a cheap $25 42lb dumbbell/barbell combo thing from Five Below. Today I can bench *at least* 132lbs (not sure what my max is, ran out of room on the bar lol). The new bar has a limit of 310lbs, so who knows where I'll be this time next year.

I'm blaming all this on my birthday coming up Tuesday lol. Thoughts of the past, what I'm doing with my life in the present, where things could lead in the future, etc etc. 30 wasn't my worst year by far, I don't know what being 31 will have in store for me or if 2024 will be my best year, but... it'd be neat.

[sugxrslushy]

summary: you weren't one to believe in fantasy creatures, only what you saw. but the more the storm rages, the more you find that something is lurking in the darkness. an omen of something bad to come...

🪶 a/n: literally why did I write so much only for her to show up a little bit, I like building tension lol. this is an entry for the things that go bump in the night collab by @yamatosimptm!! <33 took the chance to write a harpy Robin and make it creepy. a lot of this is based around the fact harpies are considered wind/storm creatures so take that with what you will. don't know wtf I was doing with this but I was having fun

🪶 details: CONTAINS DARK CONTENT//Harpy!Robin x reader//w.c: 2k//warnings: blood, gore, nightmares, death (murder)

Rain lashed against the porthole window, followed by a tearful howl of the wind. It no longer resembled that of a wolf, swirling into becoming the mournful screeches of prey and shook you down to your bones. The silence of the room amplified the sound and not even the scratch of your quill against paper could drown it out. It resided tattooed in your inner ear as a constant reminder of the danger around you.

It’d been storming for three days straight, not entirely impossible on the restless sea but something always felt off. A twisted feeling made its home in your gut and made you feel sick about your circumstances. The winds had been battering the ship around the entire three days and you had all given up on steering towards your next destination, the wind always dragging you back to where you started.

Your crew had already expressed their worries, very loudly in fact. Everyone had been uneasy, even the slightest noise setting them off during dinners. It always felt like something was there that shouldn’t be, silently lingering out of place. They wanted to retreat, return back to the island but you were a damn captain. A respected one and a storm and some paranoia wasn’t holding you back.

But even you couldn’t push away the anxiety you felt even in your safest places. No one would dare to enter your room but sometimes it almost felt as if something was lurking at the door, a heavy weight of anticipation filling the room when the pitter patter of rain would pick up outside, resembling that of footsteps.

A clang outside the door tears you from your thoughts.

You looked up through your eyelashes as if you could hide your glance if something really was there, the rain hitting the deck as ferociously as bullets. Your pen stops, ink forming a circle on the page but you don’t dare lift it, refusing to show that you acknowledged it.

The angry rain creates a fuzz in your ears and you tilt your head just the slightest bit further up.

Nothing.

You place the quill in your hand down.

Still nothing.

Shaking your head, you go back to writing. You were making yourself into a fear of getting worked up over nothing like this. The sea did things to people, drove them mad, but to you you’d never regarded that as anything more than a lie. The sea wasn’t for the weak and weak you were not. You were a captain and there was no reason for you to be getting scared.

“I’m losing it aren’t I?-”

The door flies open, the hinges screaming out and being silenced with a bang of the door hitting the wall. The cold air rushes in, no longer held back and sends icy chills down your spine. The candles decorating your room are blown out, barely flickering before dissipating into a curl of smoke and plunging the room into darkness. As if the chilly wind had wrapped around your heart and squeezed, your chest goes tight in a paralyzing fear as your eyes remain glued on the dark night seeping in.

And yet nothing enters, not a human or creature. Just something small and black flutters to the ground, riding on the strong winds. 

For a moment you don’t want to get up, glued to the leather material sticking to your already sweaty skin. Your protection was gone, the door blown wide open and the air felt heavier, thicker and so much darker. The wind whispers in your ear and you rise to your feet finally, unsteady feet guided by each little gust winding around you.

You don’t want to move yet you do, fog sitting heavy in your mind as you make your way towards the open door. Your heartbeat is so loud, terrified of what you’ll meet in the cruel dark storm. The object rustles by your feet and the weight in the air pushes down on you, unsurely crouching to pick up the object in shaking fingers.

And just like that, the feeling is gone, air rushing back into your lungs and the weight is no longer pressing down on your back. Blood floods back to your trembling limbs and you shoot back to your feet, stumbling back in a terrified mess. Nothing erupts from the black abyss, the air is quiet once again and the rain has returned to its soft pitter patter.

And oddly enough, the wind has stopped.

You twirl the object in your hand, a single black feather the length of your forearm. You’d never seen anything like it before but it puts your worries at ease.

It was nothing more than a harmless bird

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Sleep doesn’t come easy the next few days, you find yourself tossing and turning for hours till you give up. You sit at your desk for hours at a time and quietly await exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep, your new quill in your hand and writing until sleep would turn your world dark.

But the sleep wouldn’t last long, odd dreams had been following you the past few days.

They’d started off harmless, finding yourself sitting under a tree on a sunny day. In your hands were coins made of gold, some you recognized from places you’d previously conquered and stole all their valuables. They reflected the sun so brightly and made you feel like you were holding the burning star in your own hand, the warm glow making your face feel warm.

The grass would tickle your skin, dancing in the wind and brushing against your skin like the sweet touch of a lover. You could roll in it for hours, feeling the gentle touch and the sweet nectar smell of flowers in the field, something you missed so dearly on the sea.

Blinded by the joy of the solid Earth under your skin it's taken a few times before you realize the touch of something else, equally as warm but sent shivers up your spine. It was so light, like a ghost’s touch against your skin but it left your mind reeling as if you turned to look, everything so bright and cheery around you would be stolen away, trickling through your fingers like water.

You dared look once, with your breath caught in your chest and hands trembling. The warm feeling grew as the soft thing wrapped around you and the press of skin against skin made warmth bloom across your body. You’d only ever seen its face once and it was the day you looked up and found ocean blue eyes staring back at you, a face filled with an unmatched beauty that you could never replicate in real life.

Her name was Robin.

She told you that during one dream, her voice syrupy sweet and gentle enough to be carried off in the wind. You had barely caught it but you treasured it deep in your heart. She was beautiful, even though the breeze obstructed her face most days, her raven black hair blowing in her face and hiding it from peering eyes. She had wings and the feathers were delicate against your skin when she’d wrap you up in warm hugs, love seeping through ruffled feathers and making your skin feel like it was on fire. 

She smelled of honey and nectar and you loved it, wanting to bury yourself in her winged hug for eternity. She would sit and fix your wind tossed hair for you, picking out twigs and grass and listening to your every worry. 

She was perfect, but it never lasted for long. 

Her touch became harsher, catching your hair and yanking it while removing twigs or tearing at your skin on accident with your talons. It stung and turned your eyes watery but her smooth voice could put any pain at ease. Enough to make you not even notice when the cuts would follow you beyond your dreams.

A smell followed her, no longer that of sweet flowers but one that made bile pool in the back of your throat. The sweetness felt artificial, covering up a putrid smell of rotting flesh beneath it creating a disgusting concoction. You tried to bring it up but she only shushed you, telling you not to worry. But how couldn’t you not worry when it felt like flies were buzzing in your ears, following the decomposing scent.

Yet you still sat in her lap, coaxed in by reassuring words and a face that could tell no lies. Even when her wings grew cold and made you shiver you still remained, falling into the carefully constructed cobweb of her assuring you that she’ll take care of you. Wet warmth began to stain your skin and she told you to pay it no mind, even when crimson red dripped from your neck into your lap and the gentle touch was replaced with searing pain.

You would scream and try to run but the coins in your pockets were now stones, holding you down and no matter how many you cast out more would be there. She wasn’t slow, her wings unfurling and with a mere gust, her talons would be cutting through skin. Screaming and crying you’d thrash on the ground till the warm blood was everywhere, on your hands, on your face and in your throat.

You’d often wake up choking on a scream, thrashing in your bed till someone would come and calm you. Your face was wet but only with tears although you still couldn’t rid yourself of the feeling of your skin being shredded like paper.

It took three more days till you threw the feather overboard.

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Sitting in your room, everything felt all too familiar once again. The rain against the window, the creak of the boat and the crying wind begging to be let in. Except now your sword sat heavy in its sheath, bloodshot eyes refusing to wander from the door in front of you and anticipation burning under your skin. The storm hasn’t died down.

Your stomach stirred at the smell, it’d been following you ever since the dream. It made you sick down to your core. The disgusting smell of decaying meat that made you go weak in the knees, strong enough to make your head spin in disgust. Even the foul taste of your own puke in your mouth was better than it.

Something scrapes against the roof above your head and makes your stomach shift uneasily. You’d been hearing it every night but never dared to look. You were being a coward, a foolish fucking coward over a noise. But every time you tried, your feet would cement themselves in place and refuse to dare to look further. Something was wrong, something has been wrong, and you weren’t sure if you were willing to find out.

The hilt of your sword is ice cold and burns your hand, untouched from the weeks spent stranded at sea. You had only used it once, cutting down your own crewmate gone mad. Coated with the blood of a loved one, you almost couldn’t bear to pick it up again.

You wanted to end this here, before madness crept up on you too. Before you splattered the blood of the rest of your crewmates across the wooden floors of your ship. You pushed open the door, stepping out into the crying winds and the rain. Out into the storm that had consumed your ship.

“I thought you had finally become a coward.” A syrupy sweet voice spoke, carried on the wind.

Black wings stood out against the storm clouds and blue eyes found your gaze. They held the angry ocean tide in them, hidden under a faux smile and a hat that dipped low on her head. Her wet hair was plastered to her skin and no longer covered her face, revealing her to you and turning your veins to ice.

You were looking death in the eye and god she was beautiful.

The wild storm didn't faze her, it almost didn't dare to, too perfect to be touched by the breeze. She was gorgeous, enough to stop the whipping winds and to turn your body to ice and freeze you in the spot in the spot where you stood. It almost distracted you from the rest of her, wings as dark as the night and talons much like that of a bird.

The harpy only watched you, something radiating off of her called out to you, wrapping you carefully in sticky silk and dragging you closer into the nest of her shiny black wings. Your mind was becoming scarily fuzzy, your fears slowly fading away under her unwavering gaze and the smile that wouldn't fade away. She knew what she was doing.

Robin, the name echoes in your head. She was as pretty as you remembered. But she was still a beast, she'd ruined you in your dreams and there's no doubt she'd do the same here. This was the same creature from your dreams and your brain refused to believe it, a creature that should've only existed in nightmares and on book pages. In illustrations made from ink and stories passed down, not actually standing in front of you.

“What the hell are you?” You demand, the edge to your voice wavering under your fear.

She draws to full height, menacingly tall above you with a body that screamed it could kill you. “Have I not told you already?” Faking impotence, her voice sounds kind and sincere, hiding the sharp fangs in her mouth. She's lying, she's going to hurt you, she'll kill you. She's born to lie, for her own life and own survival. You're merely a butterfly in her hand, waiting to be killed and pinned as a prize

“You told me your name, not what you are.”

Robin's fangs are sharp, narrowly noticeable when her lips curl into a delicate smile. It looks unnatural on her. Talons drag against the wooden ground, leaving tears in the wood underneath her as she moves towards you. Her wings unfurl and your body is shaking too much for you to grip your sword correctly. “Isn’t it obvious? An experienced captain like yourself should no, or are you a fool instead of a coward.”

“Neither,” you spit. “You’re just a liar.”

You were just as much of a liar acting brave.

“But you never asked.” You want to say something else but she jolts forward, your hand grabs for your sword but it slips in your hand wet from the rain. A scream tears through your throat, swallowed up in the rain and her wings wrapping around you, crushing you against your chest. She’s dangerously close, breath warm against your skin and the smell enveloping you. Robin’s lips dance against your skin and tickle under your ear, talons pinning your own feet down. “But I’d be happy to show you more.”

Tearing away from her, the coldness of her wings finally lets go and you stumble back and draw your sword. You’re quivering, a lump in your throat and you want to scream but just can’t. It won’t do you any good when she could kill you in a blink of an eye. 

Robin frowns at the blade pointed at her heart, feathers ruffling slightly but you won’t fall for her faux sweetness. Disappointed, her wings unfurl once again and she swoops into the air, aimed straight at you and your nerves go cold. You aren’t fast enough, you’re gonna die, she’d going to kill you, this is-

Your hat is ripped from your head, clutched safely in her talons as she lands atop one of the masts. She spares you a final glance, placing your hat on her head and discarding her own. “A shame that you don’t like me, you loved me so much before. Was that all just a lie? Is me doing my job upsetting you?” She smiles, sickly sweet and filled with awful intent. “We’ll meet again though, soon.”

And just as fast as she had arrived, she disappears into the dark night and clouds. It feels like a dream, you wait for the gasp of air and the feeling of your bedsheets being torn off but it never comes. You never wake up, only stand lonely on your deck recovering from what had happened. So quick yet so terrifying.

You shiver, the rain is cold and wet against your skin but the adrenaline burns. You stand there, watching in fear that she’d come back but she doesn’t. You’re left alone on the deck, cold and wet, her last words ringing in your ears and making that sick feeling return. The smell hasn't left and you want to escape it.

Returning to your cabin, you wipe away at the droplets of rain covering your body. Pulling your hand away from your neck, under the dim light something catches your eye.

Crimson.

((decided not to include my tag list bc dark content))

[ilysmxiao]

your title is gone now, childe. | childe x reader

ok this is rlly shitty bc ive nvr written for childe before. the reason why i did was bc there was a yt vid (which the link is here) and a lot of ppl were writing ab it,, so i decided to join in on it and my friend rlly liked it lol. so im posting this here . this is super shitty tho, cus i rushed it. childe is probably occ so b warned. anyways i might start writing genshin fics, so yea. pls pls pls check the warnings bc this is triggering,, gn prns used !! i wrote this listening to i bet on losing dogs on repeat lmao summary : the love of your life remains as your enemy, even as you both grow closer and share memories you would never share with another person. although you truly loved him, he had what you didn’t. in our lives, we do what we can to achieve what we want, even if it ruins what we already had. we must pay the price if we sought to get what we wish. warnings : character death, gore/blood, knife stuff, possible manipulation?? jus overall sad shit. please dont read this if ur triggered by those things !! 

at first, it had felt like a game - a childish one, in which both had fought for the title they held so dear. a number was just so in many eyes, but in their own, it held much more meaning. to be a harbringer, you must prove your strength. to achieve such title, it wasn't considered dirty to cheat, as it all was just part of the game. as time went on, though, it all had lost it's meaning, though one continued to fight - whether that was to prove he earned his title, and did not want to lose the superiority that it granted him, or for other selfish reasonings that even his inner thoughts refused to accept. due to his own lack of true understanding of the powers others held to make himself seem all the greater, childe went into the war blindly; yet, at the same time, too aware, so much so that his concentration on his weak spots created a new one entirely that was left open. it was not paranoia that put him in this spot, but his own selfish reasons he had yet to entirely understand. a cough escaped the males lips, blood dripping down from the corner of his mouth. it was then, did he realize he underestimated his lovers strength, their willpower, and the lack of true love they held for them. even with a knife against their neck, they would not back down, and it was far too late to realize such. whether [y/n] truly loved him or not, whether they used him for the title that granted them so much power in liyue, he could not tell if what angered him was the lies he had been given or the very fact he so gradually fell straight into them. in the end, all that mattered was who won, but he was unsure if the battle he sought was one he truly wished for. although he was a merciless harbringer, one with no care for the likes of someone like [y/n], he still had a right to love. not only so, but at the end of the day, [y/n] promised him that if all else corroded around the two, they would always be there. childe refused to listen to the soft spoken echoes of the loving words [y/n] used to tell him. he refused to watch the sweet memories of the two playing with teucer, bringing back the toys [y/n] taught him how to make for the pure fact that the poor kid would not find out the truth - or when they would lay in bed together, speaking of the many stories they had experienced in their lifetimes that made them who they were now. but when all is said and done, what all of that was true? did any of it mean anything, if the ones people truly loved hurt them in a way that was unforgivable? when they took away the one thing that meant so much to them? when all is taken, what do they become; what happens then? "oh, oh, my little baby," his lovers lips cooed, their hand softly grazing the others chin. "what have you become?" a soldier that blindly ran into war, fighting against a force he could never put his finger on. the title of a harbringer was an important one, though, how important it was to another was never going to be the same as the other. childe lacked to realize such, stuck in a bubble of his own selfishness and his love for the other - he never cared to realize how much it might have meant to the other. he never sought to realize the power that being even related to one it gave them, or the trip that it would put them on. childes eyes gazed up at his lover, soon shooting away to the empty space beside them. upon looking into those blue eyes of his, one could see the color began to dull and the ambitions he once held began to fade. "i should have been more cautious of you, i would have never expected you to be the one to steal this from me." although he said it in a tone that could show the way he laughed at his own faults, [y/n] knew very well that he had officially been stripped of what power he had held. "you underestimate me, childe. did the acts of other teach you nothing? even the ones you love betray you, a war can not have two winners." a small, hoarse chuckle left his lips; a burning sensation growing in his abdomen. the blood continued to poor out of his side, in which, caught his attention - his eyes glanced at the wound at his side, then back at his lover. he knew his time was up, as the thoughts of his loved ones and the risks he had managed to pull through with scattered his mind - was it worth it, leaving his loved ones behind, his younger brother who had meant as much to him as he did to teucer, in the end? "i hope that..," [y/n] paused for a moment, a small sigh leaving their lips. "in the next life, we meet again, and that you are sure not to let your guard down." the gaze that casted upon childes body soon wavered, turning into almost a sad one, perhaps even a disappointed one - in that moment, when their gaze met each others, they both realized what this both costed them both. it was clear that [y/n] still loved him, and always have loved him, and that was the breaking point for the both of them. one refused to show it, the other was uncaring of what he had let the other see. what is left after life is what truly matters, and although you may not like how it ended, at least something stuck with you until the end. right? "i-i'd like to believe that, [y/n]," childe muttered shakily, his brows very slightly furrowing. "you truly can not trust those closest to you." although the males lover already knew what they had done, what it had costed them - the one person he had chosen to love, the last words to leave childes lips was what had made him fully understand what he had done and the pain was one he knew that he never truly would be able to get away from. "well, we will see, won't we?" there was a pause, silence soon flooding the air. childe knew his time was coming, he accepted it, and it nearly mortified him to know things had to end the way it was going to. "y-yeah, we will.," few words left childes lips, and another blade plunged into his stomach. another groan left his lips, his face coiling slightly in pain. if you were to look hard enough, you could almost see the tears that soon began to prick the males eyes. "i love you, ajax." soon, [y/n] wrapped their body against their dying lover, and childe attempted to do the same. "i-i.., love.. you, too." those were the final words that childe spoke, his body soon going limp in his lovers arms. the words he spoke still lingered, echoing in the bristling sounds of leaves swaying in the wind - nothing more, nothing less. to become a harbinger, there were no rules - you just had to prove you were worthy of such a title, no matter what it costed, no matter how you cheated the rest. life does not come with special privilege's, no one will let you surpass them willingly, you have to fool them into believing you cant, and only then will you be able to reach what you sought for.

[hazelcephalopod]

The Great Hunt Ch 1-2

Nice catch up to where Rand is. I am deeply enraged and offended on his behalf. I don’t care the reasons! Respect peoples stuff! Oh also seeing *them* and *her* is cool.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show thus far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first and second book and all of season 1 under the cut. Potential spoilers for later books -idk if they’re light spoilers or not.

Two chapters at a time seems good.

Ch 1: The Flame of Tar Valon

The wheel of time

That’s a good chapter name

Late is a bit of an understatement

Rand POV

I’m guessing he decided not to leave the party after all then. Seems a good while after the events of book one. Not seven-eight days

Ooo. That’s not good. Ouch!

Oh not strange wind Lan didn’t notice

Ah. A month. Not ready to let go yet kid?

Listen to Lan! He’s (Tam but Lan can be tok) your dad in all the ways that matter

Huh. So not everyone would recognize heron blade

“Unclean things” = weird cosmic horror lake kaijus

I feel like he chose the wrong Aes Sedai if that is his goal

…at least one he’s truly dedicated to

Does Rand have a magic sword? Lol. Of course

Never say never. Especially to him

A year? Oof

“…that Heron form is only for practicing balance. Anywhere but doing forms it leaves you wide open; you can strike home… but you’ll never avoid [your opponents] blade.” -Lan to Rand

Fully feel for Rand here. He’s just a confused kid still

Humans at least

“Like a singing serpent the column wound is way toward Fal Dara.” -(Rand) and Lan seeing the company approaching

Oohhhhh it’s the chapter name! The Flame. Aes Sedai!

Ingtar!

I mean… I think you know why even if you don’t want to admit it. Some serious shit just occurred

So most Shienar-ians respect or fearfully respect Aes Sedai. Cool. Good for them

First goose bumps!

……. Ohhhh Elaida. Right

Yea I can see how that hasn’t broken down your barriers.

Lol

It was. Trust your instinct on his little expressions

Well that’s fucking ominous. This kid is going to go mad from the stress and rejection faster than some curse

Poor guy

Kinda is. Symbolically!

I can think of several. Half of them ultimately you but very few know that

Ohh no

Equally bad

Sweetie. No. Not your fault. Regrettably, does not matter

That paranoia tho

…Is kinda fair.

Ch 2: The Welcome

The Flame of Tar Valon

Descriptive!

Rand POV

Oh right the Amyrlin Seat is here. Siuan!

Only 50 chapters this time.

Well this is a nightmare. No. Not him!

Oh I would also be pissed. Dont matter how fucked someones clothes are you don’t just throw them out without them. /I would have a fit tbh. Dont touch my shit. I’m a feral little man/

Yea he handled that better

No. Fuck off /I would leave. I think I’ve had nightmares like this. I’d make a problem!/ (I soon learn he does plan to leave. It’s just his priorities are better than my rage)

I’d be happy he got new clothes if they hadn’t flaming stolen his old ones. Like yes that… is in theory fun. I know that. But not like this!

Moiraine. Plz. Talk to your son

Rand. Plz. Talk to you mom (#3)

Madam. Consent! (I fear I’m going to be saying that a lot)

It definitely was

It’s not that hard. Knife and pull thread

Thom stuff!

Like I understand that Moiraine probably did that in part to draw attention away from him b/c some lordling with a heron blade makes more sense than weird tall farm boy. But still… not like that

New bow! Cool!

Oh. He is running!

“…he had had more than enough of Aes Sedai for any sane lifetime. One was too many.” -(Rand) coming up with his escape plan

Don’t think you want to be in seeing her range dude

Also. Why would a farm boy whose mom died young not know the basics of sewing? (Editor me- especially when his dad was so resistant to getting remarried)

14? That’s quite a few honestly

I do like the description that they are a diverse group/s and maintain their cultural origins mixed with Tower culture

You are too close yes

15 Aes Sedai

Ah yes ritual greetings. Where would we be without them?

… I applaud the worldbuilding honestly

Yup. Time to go. Right

Dunno what you rest plan here but I understand bud

Yes! It does mean son of. And also king. Which is very funny actually. “Al” that is

Yea dude. That tracks. You can’t rely on like servants. Shoulda just walked (I soon learn he could not. Lan was uh. Correct shoulda left a week ago)

Oh fuck.

Whoever else could it be?

“Rand broke into a run.”

Coulda ended the chapter on that. Lmao

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Alright, fellow overnight worker here. I saw you answered mah ask about the whole summer thing. SO. A few follow up items, because as someone who has been doing this 10+ years (You couldn't tell that by how creepy I am? -hands you flowers in a big blue vase-) I want to give you as good a head start as I can.

Recommendation: Black out Vinyl that attaches to your window. You can either go the darkest tint film like on a car so you can still see outside during the daylight when you pull back your curtains, or do me and go full blackout. By that, I mean I ALSO got two sets of blackout curtains, and tin-foiled over the vinyl in a fit of paranoia, because I still got sunlight through the vinyl. (Don't ask. I've got really good night vision.)

Recommendation: Even IF you have central air, learn to sleep with a fan. Not a small one, a huge one, like a whirlpool. You don't have to set it up to be blowing directly on you or anything, I actually have mine set to drag air away from my bed, which helps keep me cool enough to sleep. (My AC unit is in my living room, so I have to leave my door propped open and two fans set up, one for intake and one for outgoing.)

Know your susceptibility to sunlight: This is gonna sound weird, but hear me out. Your body LOVES sunlight. 15 minutes a day probably doesn't feel like enough. As the length of daylight intensifies, so too will your body's interest in being awake during the day. When this happens, you need to do yourself a MAJOR favor and figure out just how much sunlight you can have before it starts giving you insomnia.

Don't forget your sunlight. I don't mean just getting into the car with your family, I mean actually standing outside in it and screaming (internally) your hatred for being outside in it (SUNSCREEN) before going back inside. I find early morning sunlight will mess my sleep schedule up like no tomorrow, so in the summer I try to get all of my sunlight in the mid-afternoon/evening, before my second set of sleep. (Yeah, I sleep twice a day, in 2-4 hour naps. I blame college. If I randomly start posting at you during the day and never at night again, I quit my job to finish college.)

Water. And if you can stomach it, some kind of electrolyte like Pedialite. Reason? Being up all night means you're not drinking during the hot parts of the day, and in your sleep you loose a lot more water than you think you do. Save yourself the Summer Headache, make sure you're getting enough fluids.

You might already be doing these things, which great! But if not, they're just recommendations for you, because I'd hate for you to wind up like me. LOL.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!!!!

I'm taking all of this into my brain and I'm very ready to utilize it all. This is very helpful. Seriously, thank you so much!!!

[makeste]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love your metas and reactions ❤️❤️ Also I wanted to drop this tweet here (I'm afraid Tumblr will eat this ask if I include the whole link bc it happened to me a few times already, so I'm only leaving the most important part of the link): trkano_ status 1360988525374492680

Also because I'm paranoid I switched slashes to spaces so it for sure doesn't get eaten :')

So, I wanted to ask - do you think Caleb's translation could, like, become confusing to the actual plot/characters later on? I mean, Hori definitely shows his story to be different than Caleb tries to present it to the readers as and I'm curious if it could cause a disonance of sorts in a "why do you act this way now when you said this and that earlier???" way. Like, apparently in the volume release Shouto says to Endeavor (Idr which scene it was sorry) "You're a rotten number one. You were just in the right place at the right time - that's all." instead of the previous (correct afaik) which was (*drumrolls*) "I'm here to use you for my own reasons.", which also openly contradicts what Shouto said after the battle with the High-end, that while Enji is terrible father, Endeavor is quite inspiring hero. With how misleading the translation of chapter 301 is, I'm curious if it'll get better (someone will tell Caleb to be more profesional maybe) or worse. Until now it was more of nuances but the clarification tweet I linked surprised me a lot. So yeah, I'd like to hear your thoughts on it if you feel like sharing :)

hello! first of all, thank you! I'll go ahead and post the direct link here: link. (tumblr absolutely does delete asks with links for spam reasons though so I get the paranoia, lol.)

I think this thread makes some good points regarding Rei’s tone in particular, and they were things I was noticing too when I read Viz’s translation yesterday. however, I don’t want to start piling on Caleb, because he’s already dealt with a ton of undue harassment over this sort of thing to the point where he had to lock his twitter, and that sort of thing really bothers me. my personal rule of fandom is that real people always take priority over fictional characters in a story. period. there’s absolutely no justification for sending personal attacks to real live people simply because of their opinions on fictional characters. fictional characters don’t have feelings. they can’t be hurt. but the people receiving death threats from overzealous fans on the internet absolutely can be. so yeah, I think a lot of people absolutely have their priorities way out of line in that regard, and so for me it’s almost not worth getting into this debate at all because it’s already escalated way too far.

and then the other thing is that Caleb has frequently inferred that he doesn’t have editorial control over the final translations that get approved, and that there’s an entire team of editors who have the ability to make changes to his work, sometimes without notifying him. moreover, because he works with these people and in some cases works for these people, he can’t exactly call them out on twitter unless he wants to risk his job. in particular, he all but confirmed that the “you’re a rotten number one...” translation was one of these cases. not only that, but he didn’t even know about the change until it started making the rounds on the internet and he started getting harassed about it. so yeah, that’s pretty shitty. I can only imagine what it’s like to have someone change your work without telling you and then publish it with your name still attached to it, and to only find out because people start spamming you with death threats on your personal fan twitter. like, geez.

so regarding the translation nuances in this latest chapter, I don’t really know! Caleb seems to be aware of the latest discourse but hasn’t addressed it, again hinting that he’s not really free to do so:

does that prove that these translations aren’t his? nope. is it possible that some of the other editors -- perhaps ones who are less familiar with the characters and more concerned with punching up the dialogue, and who don’t care if the localization is completely accurate -- changed some of his wording around? absolutely. is it something we can do anything about either way? probably not, unfortunately.

I guess to sum my feelings up, this is why I like to read multiple translations myself, and I’m glad that this fandom has so many knowledgeable people who are able to provide those. unfortunately, not everyone is going to bother reading different translations of the same thing each week, and so if one of the translations happens to be off (which goes both ways incidentally, because there are people who only read the leaks and not the official version), those people might wind up with a slightly inaccurate view of some parts of the story. which sucks, but is also not the end of the world. and honestly, given how blown out of proportion this weekly “look what Caleb did now” witch hunt has gotten (and I’m not calling you out in particular here, anon, but more referring to the discourse on twitter which has really spun out of control), more than ever my current instinct is to just to read all the translations I can, pick the ones that seem right/make the most sense to me, and shrug the rest of it off.

[going-fancognito]

I was thinking of a jealous s/o over a close friend of Revali or Sidon (maybe both of them ??)

BWAHAHAHAH!! I’m sorry, but I can easily see how both of these lovable dorks just make the situation worse.

Revali:

Lol, I see Revali with two types of friends: The sharp tongued ones, and the admirers

You had a hard time with one of the admirers

Revali assures you that they were only a friend

But, did they have to cling onto his wings like that?

Being a Champion, it was normal for people to admire your Rito, so this type of thing shouldn't bother you

However, Revali seemed to especially revel in his friends flattery

Sure you were proud of him, but you knew better than to over-feed his ego

(His head was big enough as it is)

But watching him take pleasure in his friends praising, doubts began seeping into your thoughts. 

Does Revali prefer that kind of behaviour? Perhaps, he wasn’t satisfied with your support as a partner?

(Oh hello insecurities, where’d you come from?)

 For the next two weeks, you shower your boyfriend in endless praise, even playing up your reactions to his boasting achievements

You’re acting sweeter than a Disney Christmas special

And it was really freaking Revali out

(Yeah, looks like your plan backfired)

He has no clue what caused your sudden change, but doesn’t like it

He wants a refund

Eventually, you’re confronted about your 180* turn in demeanour 

But it wasn’t by Revali

It was his friend

They noticed the tension whenever the three of you were together, and Revali isn’t friends with an idiot

They connect the dots pretty quick, and decided to step in before things got out of hand 

(’steal yo man’ cliché dodge)

They quickly explain that their friendship with Revali took on a more ‘student and mentor’ dynamic. No romantic feelings from either side

Plus, while they certainly idolized him, they’d rather be slow roasted over a fire then date him

(Honestly? They want to give you a medal for handling with his more.....challenging moments)

However, they do insist that you talk about this with Revali

(PSA: Communication is key for any relationship)

After enduring one his smug speeches (Well, I can hardly fault you for your envy Y/N. After all, I AM quite the catch.) He does what he can to help quell your worries

Makes more time for you between training, spontaneous dinners and your personal favourite, impromptu cuddling 

You and his friend even wind up becoming besties

They have a lot of tea on your boyfriend >:)

Sidon

Oh sweet baby fishcakes

This guy is like a giant teddy bear with scales

(and abs *swoon*)

Combined with his naturally friendly personality, who could resist loving this Zora prince? (Not you, obviously)

So why did it bug you so much to see him around his childhood friend?

Maybe it was the knowledge that they’ve been together since hatchlings, or that you would always find them being physically affectionate (by that I just mean they hugged or held hands, tame stuff)

They were also stunning, with an athletes physique and scales that practically shined under the sun

A nasty voice in your head noted how they would look good with Sidon

(Shut up brain, no one asked you)

The two of them were also swimming buddies

Now, Sidon was undoubtedly loyalty to you

Shark babe would go live in the desert before he’d even think about being unfaithful

(Please don't ever let him try though, poor baby needs his water)

But that doesn't stop your worries, that his friend might be looking for more than friendship  

Oh Hylia, what if they went swimming, when they actually wanted to go ~swimming~

(Congrats, you’ve officially belly flopped into the river of paranoia)

One great thing about Sidon, is his sensitivity.

It gives him a knack for sensing others emotions

,As his s/o, this goes double for you. So it doesn’t take long for him to pick up your unease

(He could give Revali some lessons)

He sits you down somewhere private and softly. inquires about what’s troubling you

Try to deny those puppy shark eyes of his, I dare you

All of the fish cuddles after you tell him

“Oh my darling, you have nothing to worry” He wraps you into an embrace. “They are merely a friend, we see each other as siblings”

You figured as much, but hearing him say so out loud finally put you at ease

“Besides,” He caresses your cheek in his palm “not even an angel could tear my eyes from the Goddess in front of me.”

(Pft. Wow Sidon that was so cheesy)

(No wait, that doesn't mean I wantyoutostopcomeBACK-)

After some shark cuddles, Sidon decides to let you in on a little secret regarding his friend

 It turns out their affections were already reserved for a certain Goron

Looks like Yunobo has a secret admirer

(He’s been wondering who was sending him those rock cakes)

[pekorosu]

just a lil “if ash lived” headcanon that i need to unload somewhere bc i've been holding it in for a long time

- set within the manga ‘verse

- takes place when ash and eiji are in their early 30s... so around the mid 1990s?

- i don’t get the weird animanga trope where older = longer hair, so they’re gonna look the same... maybe with slightly shorter hair bc they get regular haircuts now 

- (note: i've always interpreted long-haired eiji as symbolic of the fact that he couldn't move on from ash’s death)

- ash and eiji will continue living in the states, idk if still in NYC or somewhere else. they’ll move around a lot though.

- ash will mostly remain underground as he had to fake his death after lao’s stab, but he does it in a "hiding in plain sight" kind of way. only a handful of people know he’s still alive.  

- ash spends most of his time on the computer, mostly coding, hacking, being a nerd, among other fun stuff.

- he also takes on “jobs” anonymously, and occasionally from max (who’s still into investigative journalism) when he needs info that can only be obtained through Dubious Means.

- i also like to think that ash's a bit of a hacker robin hood lol. but he isn’t doing it purely out of the goodness of his heart, as part of it is a subconscious need to atone for his “sins” and cleanse the gnawing and persistent feeling of shame that gets amplified when he’s around eiji.

- also whatever he’s up to these days would ofc still be Highly Dangerous and Illegal, but it keeps him busy and would sate the part of him that’s still hungry for adrenaline without him having to engage in stuff like active bloodshed or substance abuse. basically that’s how i imagine he’d try to cope with life the only way he knows.

- eiji continues to do photography and other part time gigs bc he does not like the idea of mooching off ash forever, and he slowly makes a name for himself.

- ash and eiji live together but they are NOT together in a romantic sense... not yet >:)

- therefore eiji will probably date other people in the meantime, which gets a little troublesome bc it's not like he can bring them home to where his secret Very Important Friend is secretly hiding.

- ash will maybe have one-night stands every now and then. or not. idk. this isn’t a very important detail.

- anyway there will be lots of clueless but mutual pining :)

- ash especially, is of the opinion that they should start living separately bc someone will eventually track him down, maybe someone who has a past or present grudge on him. combined with his current activities, it’s only a matter of time before eiji would unwittingly get dragged into his problems again.

- eiji is v adamantly against that plan bc he's sorta developed a debilitating sense of paranoia that ash might just get killed somewhere while he’s not looking. not that ash isn’t paranoid either, but his insecurities often tip the scale over to “eiji is safer away from me” than “with me”.

- basically they’re doing their whole “stay. no, leave. no, stay” dance all over again, but like, dragged out over MANY YEARS.

- you thought eiji’s letter would’ve cleared up any crossed wires? 

- HELL NO

- like yea, there was probably a beautiful honeymoon period of about a year or two after they reunited, before their respective trauma and issues started creeping in and fucking things up again.

- esp on ash’s end, i think he’d engage in a lot of self-sabotage. and eiji is only human, he has his own limits and baggage too.

- there will be a government conspiracy plotline but on a smaller scale compared to canon that i am unfortunately not knowledgeable enough to worldbuild on, but it will probably have something to do with cybercrime/cyberterrorism/stuff like that bc it needs to tie in with ash's hacking shenanigans.

- i've heard that sing ends up becoming some sorta political big shot in yasha? idk, i haven't read it myself, but since china’s rising status was mentioned in GoL i imagine the plot should relate to that somehow.

- therefore sing would also get to be in this story! 

- i guess this means yut-lung would come into the picture at some point as well, and it would be a good opportunity for a redemption arc but i haven’t given it much of a thought bc i’m indifferent to his character orz SORRY.

- look i can’t do plot, but i am basically envisioning a political thriller with a side of slow burn romance (wait, you mean like a rehash of canon?)

- i’m thinking max is the one who kicks off the story by bringing something fishy to ash, and they just end up uncovering more and more and MORE stuff as they keep going.

- so for like 80% of the story, ash and eiji will be separated bc ash will be busy spying or infiltrating something... and being at the center of Plot Things, while max and eiji will be more on the outside dealing with the journalist side of things. i’m fond of max-ash interactions but i’m also REALLY CURIOUS about max-eiji’s dynamic :D

- meanwhile sing will be like, half in and half out i imagine. he's versatile like that lol

- ...i did NOT mean that in a dirty way

- anyway, this will provide ash and eiji ample space to work out their issues separately, as i think living in close quarters for so many years has actually been aggravating them. ofc those issues don’t get 100% resolved by the end, but some time apart from each other to cool off and spend with other people should provide a bit of perspective.

- i want ash to make some NEW FRIENDS (!!!) that are on the same wavelength as him bc there’s only so much that he can tell eiji and i’m sure he gets rather lonely, so there will be OCs that he will meet in the middle of Plot Things.

- ash will get trapped at some point. preferably with sing so they can have a much needed heart-to-heart talk. they’ll have a lot to hash out, ranging from the events in BF, shorter’s and lao’s death, all the way to ash’s love life. 

- btw i like the idea of eiji and sing being close drinking buddies who confide in one another but ash is kinda, justalittle, not very happy about that LOL 

- i mean, it's not like eiji can confide in ash when ash is the topic at hand, ya get me? as for sing, he’s similar to ash in the sense that they live dangerous lives, so i imagine he just finds it nice to be able to hang out with someone mundane like eiji every now and then.

- not to say that ash and sing aren’t talking to each other at all, but i think they’d have a bit of a rift between them. sing probably does feel some resentment, both at ash for killing lao AND at himself bc he knows deep down that given a choice, he would’ve saved ash over his own brother. ash can sense that tortured vibe, so eiji’s like their middle man. AND THAT’S WHY THEY NEED A HEART-TO-HEART TALK

- (SIDE NOTE: i want akira to have a role in this too. i actually have a separate headcanon that happens prior to this story... kinda like an alternate GoL? 

akira goes to the states to visit eiji, but ash is also there, yeah? akira and ash start out sorta prickly with each other bc ash is all weird and standoffish and always cooped up in his room. she probably mistook him as a jobless model mooching off eiji at first since 1) eiji and ibe have never spoken about him back in japan (cuz he’s supposed to be dead), 2) why would eiji be living with some random hot guy? unless they met during one of his photography gigs? right??? 

and then she ends up witnessing them in the middle of a tiff, which makes her not like ash even more bc HOW DARE HE YELL AT POOR OKUMURA-SAN??? UNGRATEFUL JERK!!!

but over the course of her visit, she snoops around learns a bit about their history and gathers hints as to why their r’ship is kinda strained. also ash and akira somehow end up bonding (reluctantly) over their emotional insecurities and part on a friendly rivalry to win over eiji’s affections (which eiji is completely oblivious to. also akira may have been 100% serious but ash was just jokingly playing along with her (OR WAS HE???)). anyway long story short, ash teaches akira some cool tech/IT stuff along the way so that leads to her gaining an interest in the field. 

she won’t be able to do much in this story, but a minor role would be cool :)

 ^ a lighthearted gyoza-making scene amid all the angst)

- (SIDE NOTE #2: i ALSO want cain to feature in this, but bc canon provided very little bg info on him it’s hard for me to figure out where he’d fit. but i suppose that’s precisely why it would be great to include him, since i can just make up my own backstory! lol. for now, i think he should be connected to one of the new OCs to make him more central to the plot. or heck, he can be involved himself! ...yeah, i’m just salty about how cain was treated more like a convenient plot device compared to the other major side characters. we barely know anything about him even though he was one of ash’s most trusted allies. #caindeservedbetter2k20)

- anyway, back to the main story. ash (and his new "friends") barely escape where they’re held hostage. ash would be rusty with combat now as he’s spent the past few years doing only stealth work and being rather sedentary. 

- so there’ll be lotsa old man!ash jokes like them poking fun at him whenever he complains about his back hehe

- when they finally emerge outside they find themselves in the middle of nowhere! they then hijack a passing pickup truck and do a roadtrip back to civilisation. ROAD TRIP FTW

- at this point, quite some time has already passed and ash even has a fuzzy beard and mane and all. he’s standing at the back of the truck with a small smile on his face and the wind blowing in his hair, thinking GONNA GO BACK AND SEE EIJI, MISS HIM LOADS, HELL YEA 

- (bonus: this song and this scene is the catalyst for this entire headcanon btw)

(drew this about a year ago. i was trying to imitate the manga’s art style... and the ash i had in my mind was a little different. i’m too lazy to redraw, but he’s fuzzier now okay! MORE FUZZ! like an actual freakin LION!)

- meanwhile, eiji and max will get into some deep shit around this point? 

- eiji in the pic above was me imagining that the Bad Guys had tossed some damning evidence (eg. severed body part?) on the ground like “ash’s dead/ash’s in a lot of danger now so hand over all the info u have”

- and eiji and max are like. SHOOKETH

- this would be the 3rd time ash has “died” after all, and as they say... 3rd time's the charm...

- eiji almost gives in, but then max spits in their face like fuck no and then... yeah. they get beat up and taken away or something lol

- EDIT: hmm... what if the Bad Guy is someone IN the government, and he uses his power to get eiji and max arrested for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive (ash). and then ash has to rescue them... JAILBREAK STYLE

- also it might be cool to introduce ash's mom somewhere in this story... maybe SHE'S the villain! mwahaha *drama intensifies*

- anyways they will get saved by ash and gang bc that’s just the way things go, BUT! only on the condition they already made it out at least 80% of the way bc GODDAMN IT👏LET👏EIJI👏BE👏BADASS👏FOR👏ONCE👏 

- (that is, after he overcomes the initial shock of ash possibly being dead again... again...... again............)

- there will ofc be moments of “oh my god, you’re okay” "i thought i lost you...!"

- something like this, because one can never have enough cheesy reunion scenes

- this will eventually lead to REVELATIONS (of the romantic kind, yes) 

- buuuut they will never say "i love you" directly to each other bc ash is too emotionally constipated and eiji is too japanese. it's okay, they will communicate it through heated stares 👀

- i would love for there to be a scene where they have to be separated again for Plot Reasons and ash sorta hesitantly goes all "...will you wait for me?" as a direct parallel to canon!eiji's "i'll be waiting" and it’s like,

- FINALLY! 

- FINALLY!!!!!!!!!! ash has finally allowed himself to ask for this, to let himself want it! 

- and eiji would be like OF COURSE I WILL YOU BIG DUMMY, ALWAYS AND FOREVER

- but i think it'd be hilarious if eiji pops up while ash's in the middle of the final showdown and ash's like WTF I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME and eiji's like I WAS WORRIED OKAY YOU WERE TAKING SO LONG

- idk how this is supposed to end...

- oh wait! since the plot is government-related, maybe Someone will be able to pull strings to wipe out ash’s criminal record (past and present) and give him a brand new 100% legal identity, as thanks for his efforts? or maybe ash (or sing) just does it himself somewhere along the way LOL. anyway, he’ll be able to start over with a fresh clean slate and finally work on recovery FOR REAL NOW. yes this is a happy ending AND it didn’t require him to go to japan /flips off canon

- ...i realise it’s never going to be that simple but W H A T E V E R

- (also they probably will visit japan in the future with that shiny new passport... gotta meet the in-laws and all y’know)

- who do i gotta pay to write this cheesy self-indulgent fic for me

[kkairosclerosis]

uncommon things i associate my deities with~

hi guys! im back from a quick hiatus! 

i recently moved to the city, but not too far from where i lived previously in the country. living in the city, however, is proving to be a bit more difficult then i had imagined, so ive been taking some weekends to go back home and ground myself again so i can feel more connected to my craft<3.

anyways, this morning, i was sitting on the porch of my parents farmhouse, looking out onto the sunset as my idiot dog ran laps around the frost-covered lawn, feeling more connected to my deities than i had in weeks. i decided, ‘hey, here a nice post idea. maybe ill talk abt the things i associate with my deities that others might not, and hopefully inspire them to as well!’ so, here it is! 

uncommon things i associate my deities with!

hermes——««

if this isnt your first time on my blog, you probably know: hermes is my patron. he has been for a while, even before i began to worship him. if you want to know more about why, check out this post. 

regardless, you can imagine that i hold very dear everything i associate with him.

in this case, it’s my dog. 

my dog is an...interesting border collie named oliver. i got into hellenic worship very shortly after getting him, and i have a very strong feeling he has a lot to do with it. 

i am thoroughly convinced my dog is a child of hermes. hes chaotic, but extremely smart. very, very fast, and spends hours running out in the yard. just running. nothing else. its even more intense when its windy, which, if you read the aforementioned post, you know that i associate the wind heavily with hermes. hermes is also the god of animal husbandry, and oliver is quite the farm animal. 

watching him run, i always get a strong sense of comfort. i know that the energy of hermes resides in him, its very clear. its almost as if his running brings the wind.  like hes running, and hermes says ‘hey, that looks fun! let me join!’ 

i, very regularly, ask for hermes protection of oliver. i do this because i know of the love hermes has for him. i can feel it. it makes me comfortable knowing hes safe while im not home with him. and i can tell it makes oliver feel safe as well.

aphrodite——««

aphrodite has always been dear to me, even before i started actually worshipping. i remember reading about her in the mythology books i frequented in the art room after i finished my projects, carrying them out to the field to just sit and read. she was an embodiment of beauty to me, and that has not changed since, so its natural that i associate her with one of the things i find most beautiful on this plane of existence: clouds.

when i was thinking of writing this post, i was sitting and looking at a cloudless sky. i was thinking: why is it that we most often consider a cloudless sky beautiful? is it because of the absence of ‘blemish?’ does a cloud signify a flaw? must all beautiful things be completely clear, or without mark? 

obviously, i thought this was ridiculous. clouds are so very dear to me. i mean, i have an entire album of photos on my phone of pictures of clouds i have taken. i have always been enamored. 

while i was pondering this, it hit me. beauty is unique. beauty is individual. thats exactly what aphrodite is about. these ‘marks’ in the sky are what make the sky beautiful to me. aphrodite is in these ‘blemishes’ because i find them beautiful. 

now, i dont mean to wrap this up in a corny way, but i encourage the people reading this to think this way about themselves. beauty is in your imperfections because they make you you. i have not seen one cloud that looks exactly like another i have seen, and thats exactly what makes them so beautiful to me. aphrodite loves all of you, and someone else does as well, so do not disrespect them by being mean to yourself. their idea of beauty is not misconstrued, so trust them. and if you dont think someone thinks your beautiful, know that i do<3.

apollo——««

apollo, to me, has always been sort of an enigma. i have a harder time interpreting his signs, especially recently, and i think that its particularly because of my recent falling out with my creative side. i have sort of abandoned my art, and it think its difficult for him to communicate with me through anything else.

one thing, however, i can feel him in is the sound of the birds in the morning. particularly, roosters.

as i mentioned before, my parents live on a farm. its natural to hear roosters first thing in the morning. some people find it annoying, but to me, its incredibly comforting. it means another morning has come. i’ve lived another day, and i have a whole new one to look forward to, until i hear the rooster the next morning. it means the sun is rising, and apollo rises with him. 

as a witch who particularly enjoys the sunrise, but has a hard time waking up to see it, the roosters serve as a sort of natural alarm clock. even if i do not physically get up to see the sunrise, i know it is happening, and i am awake for that first moment of dawn. it brings me comfort and a sense of small accomplishment, even on really difficult days.

and the days im in the city, and cant hear the roosters, its the morning songs of the birds in the part right next to my apartment building. this might be even more so, as apollo is the god of music. 

its a different type of comfort to wake up to the chill of the morning and hear the birds, knowing its a deity that loves me and wants to see me the next morning as well. i hope you, dearest reader, come to feel the same:).

asclepius——««

now, i haven’t talked about this much on this blog, but to me, asclepius has been such a pillar for me as of recent. with the pandemic and my own current health situation, i rely on him a lot for hope and support. i ask him to protect both me and my friends and family from illness or ailment, and in case of ailment, i ask him to facilitate a speedy recovery. thus far, he has never failed me, and i do not ever expect him to. i put my trust in him wholly. 

other than health, i find myself associating asclepius with cleanliness. while i see asclepius as the medic, i also see him as someone who is clean and organized. this is why i associate him with dewdrops.

now, bear with me in my explanation. morning dew, to me, feels clean. it feels almost pure, as it is one of the first forms of moisture a person can be met with during the day. 

picture it now. you wake up at sunrise, and venture out into your yard, the chill of the am just tickling at your face, cooling your nose to the touch. you take your first step off of the deck, and your bare feet sink into the grass, cold, and now wet from the dew. the feeling is shocking at first, as your feet get used to the new temperature, fresh out of the warm comfort of your blanket that sits invitingly on your bed inside. 

but the feeling is fresh. its grounding. its healing. 

that, to me, is how asclepius feels. 

sobek——««

i must be honest, sobek is the reason this post came to existence. i feel extremely strong about this one, particularly because i feel that sobek is under-appreciated and misunderstood as a god. i constantly encourage people to include sobek in their worship, as he, to me, has proven to be one of the most reliable gods i have ever worked with. i feel such a sense of comfort and love within him. i could sit in his energy for hours, days even. especially as a person who suffers from bouts of paranoia, his energy is one to learn to accept and become. 

for me, i see sobek in flowers. 

not many would see this, as sobek has this image of a tough, crocodile, protection god, which he is. but what a lot of people forget, is that sobek is also a god of fertility, particularly in harvest. in fact, sobek has done so much for my family’s farm. our garden is plentiful, and our harvests are more than we know what to do with. we end up making a lot of extra things with it, and giving it away to family friends and neighbors. i genuinely think that sobek creates abundance in our garden so he can give to our community. that is how loving i know him to be. 

however, what i specified was flowers. one of the most common offerings i give to sobek are roses. he seems to love them. sobek seems to protect that of which he loves, and roses are a symbol of love for me. i want to attempt to give him what he has given me. 

my family has a wildflower garden in front of our home. the morning i was sitting on the porch, i felt his presence, and i immediately looked to the flowers. delicate, yet extremely strong, and persevering. thats how i wish to be, and i can feel sobek in the encouragement of the flowers. 

i hope that didn’t come off too corny, although im pretty sure it did lol. i hope that this post was a good insight into my deities and how i understand them to be! again, disclaimer, not everyone experiences the gods in the same ways! some may agree with this post wholeheartedly, and some may have completely different experiences that make them disagree entirely! i am not one to gatekeep and define what the divine is, because the divine shows itself in different ways to different people. i hope you enjoyed this post, and have a wonderful day!

p.s. i love you and you’re worth it!