#//i promise i'm a sane human being

[sillystappen]

Broken Melodies (aka a siren!Max fic that for some reason just came to me).

Nobody is on the beach by the Zandvoort track at night. It's far too cold and dark for any sane person to want to go there. And yet, here Daniel is, kicking the sand and cursing his stupid McLaren car for being a pile of shit all season. Qualifying earlier had been horrific, again, and a starting position of 17th was just plain awful.

The wind and salty air bites at his skin and Daniels tugs his jacket tighter around him. Waves crash against the shoreline and for a while that's all Daniel can hear - no cars, no people, not even a seagull. He just needs to get away for a moment.

"What are you doing?"

Daniel hears a voice and snaps to look behind him, but nobody is there. Maybe he's actually gone crazy, all the pressure and stress has made his brain break.

"In the ocean."

Daniel directs his gaze to where the sand disappears into vast water and sees blonde hair, blue eyes and a strong torso in the shallow water of the coastline. His head is propped up in his hands as his elbows rest in the sand, water lapping around them. This is all fairly normal except for the blue tail flicking behind him. It shimmers a little in the moonlight and the two fins at the end of it splash in the waves, flicking water over his raised upper half.

He's curious, head tilted and not at all afraid of Daniel. "Why are you here, kicking the sand like it offended you?"

Daniel knows what this half-person is, or well could be. Best case scenario, he's a merman. They're harmless to humans but very antisocial, so nobody ever sees them. Worst case is that he's a siren. Sirens feed off of flesh, specifically human flesh, so Daniel really hopes that he's not looking at one.

Daniel, against his better judgement, shuffles as close to the water as he can without getting his shoes wet. "Shit day, needed to get out my frustrations."

"Do you race Formula One? And have a bad quali?" The sea-man asks, watching Daniel closely.

"How did you know anything about that?" Daniel gapes.

"I can hear the commentators," he admits slowly, "I'm a siren."

Well fuck, Daniel backtracks, immediately walking back up the beach while keeping an eye on the siren. He is not about to be killed today, thank you. He need's to be out of earshot before that thing starts singing.

"Wait no! Please, I won't hurt you, I promise," the siren begs, one of his hands reaching out. "I can't sing!"

Daniel halts, staring to find any trace of a lie. The siren looks hurt, as if saying that he can't sing is something to be greatly ashamed of. Daniel supposes it is, if that's how they catch their prey.

"I'm a siren. My name is Max. I can hear for miles, smell any traces of blood in the water, see perfectly in the dark and can swim faster than most creatures, but I can't sing. My, um, songbox is permanently damaged." Max's tail flops into the water with a sad splash and he looks down. "I don't want to hurt you. I wouldn't even if I could sing."

"How can I trust you?" Daniel calls out, still not moving.

Max opens his mouth and makes the most gargled, broken noise Daniel's ever heard. Max gives him a sad smile, "see?"

Daniel nods and makes his way back over, sitting down near where the tide rises up. "I still don't fully trust you but at least you can't lure me to my grave."

Max grins, happy that Daniel has come back over. "What's your name, Mr. Formula One Driver?"

"Daniel," he says before quickly adding a forgotten "Ricciardo."

"Oh, yeah, you had a rough day today. Is it usually like that?" Max questions, smile falling from his face a little.

"Recently? Yeah..." It's painful to admit but it's true. Daniel thinks that his win in Monza last year was a complete and utter fluke and that he should've never have left Red Bull, or even Renault.

"I'm sorry." Max shifts forward a bit so he can gently place a hand on Daniel's shoe without reaching out like crazy. "I know I can't do anything to help but if tomorrow is equally shitty you can find me here again."

Daniel stares at Max's hand. There's thin webs between his fingers and claw-like nails on the ends of them that could easily dig into Daniel. However, Max is being soft, and kind, not pushing too far and always letting Daniel have room to leave. He's close to Daniel, the top half of his body almost completely dry from being exposed to the night's crisp air.

He can see the gills on the side of his neck flutter when the breeze hits, closing up so they're nothing more than raised lines. Daniel can also see the points of his ears, the broadness of his shoulders and the slightest hint of fangs in his mouth, sharp canine teeth that are slightly longer than the rest.

"Won't you be listening anyway? You'll know if I do poorly again." Daniel turns his head away, looking back the way he came and seeing his footprints in the sand.

"Yeah, but I'm not a human. There's no way anything you say to me can get to anyone else. It might be nice to have someone you can talk to," Max offers, retracting his hand so he can lay his forearms in the wet sand and hold himself up properly.

"Okay, I will call out for you tomorrow."

Max's tail flicks water right into Daniel's face as he smiles. "Oops," Max giggles.

Daniel cleans the seawater off with the sleeve of his jacket, chuckling as well. Max tilts his head up as he laughs, and Daniel spies a harsh red mark where his jaw meets his neck and Daniel leans forward over his knees to touch it, curious. Max gasps and freezes. Daniel knows he should stop, knows he should apologise but in that moment his entire body is rock solid, only his fingertips move, grazing, caressing the mark.

"That's where my songbox is," Max speaks softly, "father crushed it. I don't think he meant to go that far but it was done." Daniel's heart breaks a little at how unsure Max sounds, like he's trying to convince himself that it was an accident.

"Sorry." Daniel finally pulls his hand away, "did I hurt you?"

"No, don't worry. It felt nice."

Daniel's fingers tingle, remembering how smooth Max's skin felt and how warm it was. "I'm glad."

They stay chatting on the beach for a while. Max tells Daniel about how fish are disgusting and he has to spend most days diving out of the water to catch birds and then complains about the painstaking task that is pulling all the feathers out. Daniel asks how high Max can jump and Max swims out and shoots himself about 2 or 3 meters into the air before diving back in gracefully. Daniel wishes it was day so he could see Max's tail properly. He thinks it must be beautiful, much like how the rest of him probably is.

In turn Daniel tells Max everything he can about his life and humankind. Max asks about Perth and if it's warmer than the Netherlands and when Daniel confirms it, Max says he wants to swim over there one day, so he can see all the fish and feel the warmer sun. Daniel also tells Max about human food and promises to bring some for Max tomorrow.

Eventually, it gets too cold for Daniel and he has to say goodbye. He picks himself up and dusts the sand off of his body, looking down at Max as he promises to see him tomorrow.

Max understands, "I will see you then. Just call my name and I will come swimming over."

"Thank you, Max. Good night."

"Good night, Daniel," Max waves before pushing himself back into the ocean.

Daniel stays for a moment, just looking out into the sea when he sees a familiar figure jump out of the water, arms spread and giggling, before he splashes back in. Daniel smiles to himself, and heads back to his hotel, feeling better than he did before.

Now with a part 2

[delirious-donna]

The Moments Before [Part Six]

"You will drink from her. We will find out together if there is any truth behind the old stories. This is not a request. It’s an order.”

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: hospital/medical setting (dream), implications of losing a parent, grief, fear of death, a lot of plotting for the story, vampire powerplay

note: the next chapter... yeah, it's gonna be a BIG one. Explosive to say the least, and expect very mature content. Whilst I'm here, let me thank all of those who have left comments or reblogged this story. 2024 has been a shitshow and writing has helped me stay sane. Thank you for indulging my hobby.

Part Five | Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Part Seven

“What made you want to try this line of work?”

The question sounded innocent enough, but you still peered curiously at Hange.

They were lying spread out on an antique couch that looked like it was due far from respect than what it was receiving. Your eyes narrowed on them, picking at their cuticles and swinging a barefoot over the back of said couch.

Trust was earned in your book. That was a lesson you had learned the hard way, and if you were to continue your service here then you needed to be mindful of what information you volunteered and to whom. Saying that, Hange had been nothing but friendly towards you, in fact, they were the first person to really talk to you.

Pleasantries were all well and good, but they wore thin very quickly. Hange had appeared in your life like a whirlwind, and despite the reservations you had promised yourself you would hold tight to, you found it all too easy to become a little more familiar with them.

“Well, the money is good,” you admitted slowly, cautiously.

Hange snorted and rolled their body, so they were looking at you properly, glasses perched low on their nose. “Girl, please. There has got to be more to it than the fat wad of cash Erwin handed you. I know—for a fact—that there are well paying jobs that are far less intrusive than this one. You had to move here for an indefinite period. That is not an easy decision to make for a quick buck, even if it is the big bucks.”

“It was a good enough answer when your boss interviewed me, and I use that word lightly, grilled would be far more accurate.”

Erwin had been very thorough in his line of questioning, even going as far as to ask for your family history going back six generations. You recalled him explaining with the most casual of shrugs and a soft, near disconcerting smile, that no vampire worth mentioning wanted to take blood from a potential relative. What a disturbing thought…

“Erwin and I do not think alike—at all—in any way, shape or form.” Hange snorted, amused that you would ever think them to be remotely similar. “Whilst he would absolutely know if you were lying…”

A thrill shot through your spine. Hange smiled, knowing that your heart rate had spiked at that very moment.

“As I was saying… he would know if you were lying, but sometimes we can tell the truth whilst not revealing everything. I enjoy picking holes in people. Consider yourself my latest project.”

Suddenly the gummy bears in your hand looked less appealing than before. Dropping the handful into your lap, you placed one on your tongue and sucked on it quietly. You had no interest in being a weird science experiment.

“C’mon,” Hange chided with a childlike whine.

They rolled right off the edge of the couch with an ungraceful thump and crawled on their knees towards the overstuffed chair you occupied, planting their chin on the arm. They reminded you of a puppy who had just been scolded.

“We’re friends, right? It’s not like I don’t trust you. I just wanna know. There’s a reason other than the money, isn’t there?”

If you didn’t already feel trapped, you certainly did now.

How on earth had you found yourself in the company of a vampire acting like a damn puppy so readily? They were meant to be these all-powerful beings and here was Hange acting like if you gave them the barest of crumbs, they would roll over to present their belly. It defied logic!

Pushing out a long, low breath, you straightened your back.

You could admit to certain things, you didn’t need to say it all. It wouldn’t be so bad for at least someone around here to know a little more about you. Your mind immediately flitted to Levi, cheeks flushing that you wanted that person to be him more than anyone else. He didn’t care. He wouldn’t care. That’s what you told yourself because the alternative was too dizzying.

“I definitely didn’t lie; money really is a major factor. My dad… he works too hard. He’s getting older now and he refuses to slow down even though I know—I can see—the toil it’s taking on him. I want him to retire whilst he still has a chance to live, to enjoy his golden years without having to worry that he won’t have enough money to pay the bills. Do you know how annoying it is to have a father who refuses to listen to reason?”

“I can imagine,” Hange replied, eyebrows raised, and you had the distinct impression that they were thinking of one such person who fit your description. You smiled in recognition. “I get that, but blood donor, really? Didn’t fancy a short stint of working as a high-end escort or something that doesn’t come with the iron deficiency and the headache of cranky vampires?”

This was the crux of your problem; vampires offered you the potential solution to another problem. A far more personal problem. It felt like your clock was ticking and the noise only grew louder and more deafening with each day that passed.

You blinked hard, shutting out the fluorescent strip lighting and the beeping monitors that never ceased their noise. Not even in those final moments, the sound of a flatlining heart monitor permanently scarred your memories.

That was not your future. It had been so much of your past that you damn well refused to give it any room in your future. Drastic times called for drastic measures. Weren’t you using them as much as they were using you? It was a fair trade, right?

“You’re right, it would have been easy to fall into escorting, if I could find a place reputable enough to ensure I wasn’t going to be taken advantage of, but I have a problem with getting close to people,” you said whilst looking down at your fuzzy yellow socks.

“How so? You seem just fine in being able to converse and I don’t sense any social anxiety in you, even when you’re the only human in the room. Plus, this job requires you to get close… I mean, it’s kinda necessary.” Hange sat back on their haunches, puzzlement evident in their features and their eyes dropping to your neck and back.

It felt like being under a microscope.

You shrugged, an attempt at nonchalance. “People die. I have a problem with that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m fucked.”

“An understatement, dear.”

A chuckle left your lips, it grew into peals of laughter until you were clutching your stomach and bent over from the pain of them. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, not yet falling, and you were quick to wipe them away as you fixed your watery stare on Hange.

You hadn’t lied, but again, you hadn’t disclosed everything.

“Any chance we can change the subject for now? I’m feeling suitably embarrassed,” you said with a hiccup.

Gratitude filled your chest when they nodded, solemn one moment then playful the next, moving on to regale you with tales of their younger years spent with Erwin and Levi.

~

“What’s the problem?” Erwin inquired, fatigue evident in his tone, and mirrored by the pinching motion at the bridge of his nose.

Levi wasn’t keen to be back in this office, but he knew that when it came to finding the answers he needed… Erwin would be key. There was only so much he could find out on his own.

He just needed to take care with his words, not something he was known for.

“Why her?”

The blond stilled, his piercing blue eyes locking with Levi’s. A smile unfurled—devilish and knowing. “There is something you aren’t telling me, Levi, but that’s okay. You’ll tell me in your own time, I have nothing but time, after all.”

“You’re not helping! Can you answer a question without turning it back on me or into some elaborate riddle that makes my head pound?” Levi all but growled.

“Fine,” he sighed. “You want to know why her… I don’t know if I can truly articulate my reasons, there was simply a feeling. She felt like someone you would like, for lack of a better word. That you wouldn’t steamroll over her and perhaps she could reach you where I have been unsuccessful.”

Erwin’s gaze turned thoughtful, the edges of his eyes softening into something akin to melancholy. Levi glanced away, not nearly ready to decipher any of the emotions flitting freely across his maker’s face.

“Do you remember those stories you used to tell us about blood singing?” Levi asked without further preamble.

“… yes. Of course. They are legends of sort; I don’t think there are many—if any—that believe the tales these days. Why do you ask?”

Levi looked at him now. Gray mercurial irises fixed steadily on those artic blue ones that never failed to leave him feeling as if Erwin was looking inside his head, rifling through his memories and thoughts as if it was his personal filing cabinet.

“Did it happen—”

Levi held up a hand, and for once, Erwin quieted.

“You say there is little to no one that believes it to be true, but what about you? Do you think meeting someone who’s blood sings to them is even possible? I hate to admit that I respect your opinion, and whilst I am neither confirming nor denying if it has happened, I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.”

Erwin sat back in his chair, elbows braced on the sturdy arms and his fingers steepled beneath his chin. His lips pursed. If Levi didn’t know any better, he would say his heart was racing, but he was too far into the starvation process for that to be true. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, fingers gripping tighter into his thighs to prevent himself from spitting and hissing, demanding an answer rather than this painfully prolonged silence.

“Well, my head says it was a foolish story concocted to soothe the newly turned, for those that disliked the idea of constantly taking blood from humans to sustain their existence. One person who was made for them, who could provide everything they needed and potentially be able to turn without it affecting their blood… who wouldn’t want that?”

For a moment, Levi thought that was his final thought, but Erwin surprised him by continuing after more than a beat or two of silence.

“My heart wants it to be true,” Erwin said with a solemn nod of his head. “For one it would mean more power to any vampire lucky enough to meet their blood singer…”

Levi scoffed at Erwin’s words but did not interject further, letting him continue despite the arch of his thick black eyebrow.

“Ultimately, our lives are lonely. We can be surrounded by our own kind, but true connections between vampires are rare and don’t often survive the difficulties that come with that type of relationship. I would be a fool not to want a slice of companionship that didn’t involve an element of wariness.”

Erwin sat forward, fixing Levi with a penetrating stare. “I am not above wanting to find the person destined to be mine and mine alone. Those blessed enough to encounter these… special people, they should not squander that gift.”

Goddammit.

He was right. That realisation grated down Levi’s nerves more than he thought it would. If all of this was correct, he really would be an idiot not to explore it further, but… was it the right thing to do? How would you take this news? Would you even believe him?

The thought that you were his perfect companion, the only person in this world who could sustain him indefinitely, even if turned, and would strengthen him in ways he did not yet comprehend, that was a lot to ask of anyone. A donor’s job was only ever meant to last a few months, maybe a year, but not for the rest of your life.

“I don’t like this,” he admitted quietly.

His hand clenched into a fist atop his lap, eyes concentrating on how the tendons and muscles flexed and shifted beneath his pale skin. “Who am I to condemn anyone’s live like that? No one would want to be tethered to me in such a way.”

“You forget your past lovers,” Erwin interjected calmly. “There was at least one of them who begged you for the chance of immortality. Was that not in an effort to stay with you?”

Levi bristled at the memory, at the ache that still found him all these decades later. “I was merely a means to an end, and you damn well know that. They were far more driven in ambitions than I realised until it was almost too late.”

“In any case, that is by the by. I must insist that you determine if your assumptions are correct. Yes, Levi, I am well aware that you think our newest donor is your blood singer despite the pitifully weak attempts at hiding that fact from me. I am not an idiot. Plus, it seems you might have intrigued Hange by letting it slip in some capacity to the little one.”

“What do you mean?” Levi demanded, his guard coming up in an instant. He did not want Hange poking their annoying nose into this business, they would be insufferable to say the least.

Laughter erupted from Erwin, far too boisterous for Levi’s liking. “Well, did you mention anything about blood singing to our guest? Maybe you didn’t mean to, or you hadn’t realised, but she asked Hange about it on the drive here after your first encounter. I had to pull that little tidbit from them, they were not happy about my means either.”

“I’ll bet,” Levi grumped. He was all too familiar with the exertion of power that Erwin had over him and the others made by his hands. Hange might be a pest at the best of times, but he hoped that the experience had not been too rough, especially given how precarious Erwin’s mood had been of late.

Standing, Levi brushed his palms over his thighs and moved towards the door. The action was mirrored by the much taller man, Erwin intercepting him without much effort.

Suddenly the air shifted. No longer was there a sense of familial warmth, more so it felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Oppressive and thick—the gesture did not go unnoticed.

“Now is not the time to be leaving, Levi.”

“Are you planning on stopping me if I try?” he asked, head cocked in curiosity of how far Erwin was willing to play his hand.

“I would rather not, but if needs must…”

The threat lingered; Levi could feel the first tendrils of power leaking from his sire and knew if push came to shove, he would be forced to bend the knee and remain if that was what was asked of him. He hated that power, that stupid connection that bound him to Erwin like an invisible ball and chain around his ankle. This was part of why he wanted to end it all, or so he tried to convince himself.

“If you were so set on ending your existence, why not have someone behead you or destroy your heart? Levi, I am sorry, but all I have viewed this ridiculous plot of yours is a temper tantrum. You will drink from her. We will find out together if there is any truth behind the old stories. This is not a request. It’s an order.”

The hairs on Levi’s arms and at the back of his neck stood up. Energy pulsed like lapping waves inside the room, they were coming faster and stronger with each ripple. Soon he would be forced to bow to the whims of his sire.

He could count on one hand the number of times this had played out. Erwin meant every word; his conviction would not be swayed. Should he continue to fight against it?

“Why?” he asked, voice hoarse with the effort of producing the single word.

“I have my reasons. Whether I decide to clue you into them will depend on how the next little while goes,” Erwin answered stiffly.

Levi found his gaze straying to the door. Not because he was still trying to leave, he could have shadowstepped if he didn’t know that Erwin would prevent it, but because there were voices on the other side.

Voices he recognised.

His heart lurched in his chest. Golden threads awakening to tighten around the withering organ.

You were coming.

~

“Does it hurt?”

It was amazing how childlike you sounded despite being in your early twenties, almost like it wasn’t your voice at all. Except… it was yours.

Your mother turned a weak smile in your direction, it didn’t reach her eyes—dulled with pain—and you knew the answer would be a lie. Not one borne of bad intention, quite the opposite, but it would be a deceit regardless.

“No, darling. I’m fine, more than fine when my girl is here with me.” She reached for you; her hand was thinner than you had ever known it, the skin near translucent to highlight the veins beneath and the fragile bones.

The comfort you should have felt from taking your mum’s hand didn’t manifest. There was no warmth, only an ice-cold hand wrapped delicately around yours. You worried that if she tried to squeeze your fingers, her bones might snap entirely.

The time was coming. There was nothing you could do to stop it. Doctors had tried and failed. Your mother would die and there wasn’t a single thing in this world you could do to prevent it.

It wasn’t long before the familiar lump settled into your throat, and welling of tears began in your eyes, smudging your vision whilst you tried desperately to blink them away. You could feel the frown creasing between your eyebrows, and the downward tilt of your lips. It didn’t matter how long you had known this would be the outcome; the hurt was still as raw as when the doctor had given his final prognosis.

Slowly, you crumpled over her bed. The bright overheard strip lighting might not be as intense in the private side room than in the main ward, but they still stung your eyes even when you closed them tightly shut.

If only the constant beeping from the monitors would fade away until all you could hear was your own laboured breathing and the soothing hum from your mum as she stroked her fingers through your hair in an effort to console you.

Your father should be here, and his absence only became apparent when three resounding knocks came from the door, with it a chill far greater swept over you until you were convinced you could see the very breath from your mouth.

Something wanted to come in, but it wasn’t time.

There was more to be said, more to be shared. More more more.

“You can’t ignore it forever,” your mum said quietly.

“Watch me.”

She made to tut, but her tongue got stuck behind her teeth and she coughed instead. You could hear the rattle in her chest, the exertion of her lungs working harder than they should have to.

The guilt ate you and another knock chimed like a death knell.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, lowering your head at the same moment her fingers slipped out of your grasp.

Your vision greyed from the outward corners in, and no matter how much you tried to blink and refocus or look around, the result didn’t change. The beeping was getting worse. There were people in the room now. A black shadow loomed from behind you and a scream ripped through your throat until you jolted awake.

Sweat dripped down your neck as you sat bolt upright, blinking and trying to reorient yourself once your heart thundered so furiously you thought it might break through your ribs.

You were in the same parlour room from earlier, where you had spent a fun few hours chatting with Hange and playing card games when they got bored of only telling stories. The walls were decorated in duck egg blue and the armchair you had fallen asleep on was as opulent as you recalled.

How long were you out?

Hange was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly, with dawn comprehension, the idea of sleeping in a room where anyone living or visiting the household could walk right in cooled your blood. You were nothing more than a naïve lamb in a den of lions.

It took you a good while to calm your racing heart and nerves, a good thing too or you might have screamed when the faraway door clicked loudly before opening just enough for Hange’s head to pop through.

Their eyes scanned the room then fell on you, eyebrows rising along with a smile. “You’re finally awake! It’s only been three hours… tired, were we?”

Three hours?!

“Something like that,” you grumbled, cheeks warming.

Hange chuckled and stepped inside to lean on the door. “Not wise to fall asleep anywhere other than your bedroom. Y’know, it locks for a reason. Gotta keep the monsters at bay somehow, right?”

“Oh, hey! I’m only teasing,” they continued when your pallor turned to ash. “No one would dare, not here, I swear it. Erwin would murder anyone that even thinks about hurting you.”

“That’s… comforting?” You mused, unclear if it was comforting or kind of terrifying to know. “I didn’t sleep great last night; I must have dozed off. I blame your lame ass stories.”

Hange scoffed, hands on hips and nostrils flaring.

“My stories are unrivalled, thank you very much! They sure as hell are more honest than anything you’d get out of Levi, that’s for damn certain. He’s such a stick in the mud.” Hange shook her head as if recalling some long distant memory then jerked up straight. “Nevermind that! You’re wanted!”

“I’m what?”

“Wanted,” they repeated as if that clearly explained everything, and they didn’t know why you needed clarity.

“I don’t speak Hange-euse, can you elaborate?”

“You. Are. Wanted. In. Erwin’s. Office. In. Exactly. Thirty. Minutes. Move!” Hange enthused each word carefully, over-enunciating every syllable dramatically. They motioned their hand between you and the door, gesturing for you to get a move on, but for a moment you were frozen.

Erwin wanted to see you again. You weren’t sure why it felt different from any of the other times you had met with him, especially over the past few days, but there was an air of something brewing that you disliked.

That ominous feeling from your dream resurged with gusto. Had it been some weird kind of warning or were you letting your paranoia overwhelm you? Whatever it was, you couldn’t dwell on it, not when you looked like you had been dragged backwards through a garden maze.

“Alright, I’m going. Don’t shove!”

Destiny awaited behind the mahogany door at the other side of the house. Whether it was good or bad…

That was entirely in your hands now.

[onskepa]

Hello Halo Hello! I am here! As promised, MUWAHAHA!

And I have brought forth a Lo'ak x reader request!

(Be warned this is gonna be lengthy, cause I wanted the request to be clear, I hope you don't mind.)

(Backround for the request):

Instead of Neteyam dying or being the one shot, it was Lo'ak. Eywa had decided to bless Lo'ak a second chance in a way, by sending him to a past version of earth, during a time of trees and modern technology, but still a pretty damn healthy version of earth.

It's there, that as a human he fell in love with a lovely happy go lucky human gal and as years past even got to marry and have children with her, ten children to be exact soon to be eleven. (Jake would be Hella proud. 😏 lol)

The first to be born were the sextuplets! Six at once, eywa was it a miracle, to which he did not faint upon finding out. (He did) and one more two years later, and then twins three years after and then five years after that, their youngest child who would soon no longer be the youngest since the eleventh child was soon on their way.

He was truly filled to the brim with joy, but even at his most happiest, he missed his family dearly.

(The Request):

Lo'ak, after getting shot on that sinking ship, is then blessed by Eywa to have a second chance at life on a past version of earth. Years later Eywa sends him and his family back to Lo'ak's home world and timeline on Pandora in the body of Na'vi's.

His family comes to meet his Now birth family in Awatalu, (I have no idea if I spelled that right! I'm so sorry!) After a bit of a tense soon turned joyous reunion, the families come to meet for the first time and learn about eachother as they interact for the first time.

The children however, have a bit of a difficult time adjusting, but try to for the sake of their dad. Even his wife who is so open minded has a bit of a hard time, but loves seeing her husband so happy.

It's a bit difficult, but they try to adjust to this new adventure and life, cause Lo'ak seems so happy.

[Little extra notes for ya!]

I actually have some ideas for some characteristics on the kids if you wanna hear about em! And or if you have questions of course!

Thanks once again as always for reading my request hun, I hope this was okay! 💕(♡≧ 𓎺 ≦)=ъ ♡💕

okie dokie *cracks my knuckles* Sit down ya'll, this is gonne be a ride. Also, to keep my mind sane, I am cutting down the number of the children from 11 kids to 6.

P.S: This beautiful cover is done by none other than @quirkyhero !!! She has done an amazing job!

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Brace for imapact

Lo’ak sully was ready to die. After the constant mess he caused, from bringing his siblings to dangerous areas, to bringing his brother in a death trap. Lo’ak was ready to pay his deed by sacrificing himself instead of his older brother. Feeling the bullet hit a vital area on his body, lo’ak felt so much pain. He knew he was shot, and that he was not going to make it. 

So he jumps over the rail of the ship, letting his body go limp as it hits the water. The feel of the cool water surrounding him. His energy quickly draining. As long as neteyam lives, that is all it matters. So, smiling to himself, lo’ak lets Eywa take him in peace. Knowing that he did something good for once. 

“Llo….? ca…….ear….me?” 

There was a voice, it sounded distant yet loud at the same time. A massive headache kept hitting lo’ak. A bright light stinging his eyes, making the headache much worse. Trying to blink, letting his eyes adjust to what is in front of him. 

“W-what….?” he mutters out. Damn, does he feel the need to vomit for some reason. Is this how it feels after dying? Is that Eywa he sees…? Why does she looks so….human? 

“Hello??? Can you hear me??” the sound of fingers snapping next to his ear. Gently slapping his cheek, the person was trying to wake him up. 

“Eywa..?” lo’ak asks out loud. 

“Huh? What is that??” 

Now fully waking up, lo’ak sat up really fast. He looks around, it looks like he is at a beach? He lays on the sand. 

“Hey, you ok? Do you know where you are?” the voice became more clear, feminine. 

Lo’ak turns around and sees it's a human girl. She looked confused yet worried. 

“Hey, you ok in there? Found you washed up on shore, knocked out real cold. Were you surfing or something? The tides are pretty high these days” the girl kept on talking. 

But for lo’ak it was just a buzz. 

He looks down at his hands and legs. His skin is not blue. His stripes are gone. He has dark skin. 

He is human.

The girl didnt know what to make of the strange guy she found at the beach. The second he looked at his hands he began to freak out. Unconsolable and began rambling in a whole different language she has never heard of. She didn't want to call the cops as they might arrest him for probably wrong reasons. So where did she go next? 

Hospital. 

It was better than sending him to a mental one. They would have been worse than the cops. 

So that is where they currently are. The doctors examined him, taking tests, everything. 

“What is your name, young fella?” the doctor asks. 

The strange boy answers. “Lo’ak Te Suli tsyeyk’itan” 

What? 

“That is um….a unique name” the doctor compliments as kindly as he can. 

The strange guy looks nervous, looking down at his hands. 

“You can just call me lo’ak” 

Lo’ak…what a nice name. 

2005 

It has been 5 years since lo’ak arrived on planet Earth. However, as if it wasn't strange enough, he was sent back more than a hundred years in the past. It was less technology, still plenty, but not as much as the humans used in his time. The beauty of earth will always take his breath away. The air was clean, humans were more kind. Dare say, more peaceful. 

The young girl who found him, offered to stay with him until he managed to be independent. Went to the human school, it was…..interesting to say. The teens were beyond different than the na’vi teens, even spider. Trends to follow, pointless gossip, but entertaining. At least there were sports he can partake in like track and archery. Spent good years, made some decent friends. Lo’ak will admit he was somewhat popular because of how “cool” he looked, along with his name. 

Graduation happened, became an adult in the eyes of the humans. A man in the eyes of whom he likes to call his savior. The now young who found him. Sevin, a loving name he would call her. 

“A loving name my dad would say to my mom” he would say time to time when sevin asks what it means. Lo’ak used to talk about a tribe he was part of, his dad marrying a native. Sevin did some hard research, all about native tribes from all over the world, and not one came up with the name “Omatikaya” , a tribe lo’ak says he was born in. 

When nothing came about, in answering how lo’ak came to this world, he stopped mentioning it all together. 

And later on, he and sevin married. 

“Come on everyone! Let's find a good spot!” Lo'ak tells his family as they get out of their family van. 6 little heads all sprawled out from the sliding doors, all chatting at the same time. Sevin trying to tell something to her husband but even her shouts 

It was summer break and lo’ak thought the best way to start off a summer vacation is a beach trip. 

It honestly sounded so easy on paper than in reality. 

Having 6 kids is not so easy. Lo’ak doesn't know what is better or worse, all 6 children being born at the same birth? Or having them be in different ages thus being in different stages of life? Either way, he is thankful for his wife giving him such beautiful yet unique children. 

Every day, he secretly gives his thanks to Eywa. Though she might not be aware. 

“Wait wait! Litx! Moe’seykxel! Both of you stop it! Nifu stay there-wait, d-dad!!! Your children want to eat sand!” the eldest son shouts, ‘awve. He tries to separate his two young siblings from trying to beat each other. 

Lo’ak couldn't help but laugh so loudly. His oldest has become a stricter copy of his older brother. Shaking his head, he helps out. 

“Ay, let them. Sometimes it's ok for your siblings to fight it out” he says. ‘Awve huffs. 

“Besides, you stress too much. We are at the beach, a place to chill and relax. Worrying to death is my job, not yours” lo’ak goes on. 

Suddenly, there was a quick tug from his trunks, looking down he sees the youngest of his sextuplets. Bending down, he lets his daughter whisper in his ear. 

“Moe’ango is crying again,” Nifu says. 

She points over to see moe’ango crying large tears as he stands still, terrified of a little hermit crab. Who is just as terrified as the boy. 

A grin sneaks up to his mouth, yup, this is going to be a long beach day.

“Hubby! Look what I got~” sevin, the love of his life, the jewel in his eye, the light in his darkness, stands before him proudly waving around the ingredients to make smores. 

“Isn't it more for camping…? In the mountains…?” lo’ak asks as he grins as he raises his shoulders. 

His wife drops her smiles and is replaced with a frown. 

“Who said smores are only exclusive to camping? Camp police?” she asks. 

Lo’ak leans back, “yes” he replies sounding so confident. 

His face was then met with the plastic marshmallow bags. 

“Too bad! We are gonna make them, whether you like it or not” his wife says with a playful smirk. Knowing she won't change her mind, lo’ak gets the fire pit started. 

As he and his wife work together, they would glance over at their children, making sure they are safe while having fun. 

Sevin smiles warmly as she looks at her children, “hey, remember when we found out how many there were?” she asks lo’ak. He sighs silently. 

“How can I not? I thought I was dreaming”

“Is she ok?! Is my child ok?!” lo’ak asks in fear towards the doctor. His wife was in labor, it looked very painful which scared him to death. 

The doctor looked at him with a reassuring smile. 

“Yes, they are fine. In fact, you can come see them. They will be very delighted to see you” 

Lo’ak couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious with the tone the doctor said. His wife and child better not be in any form of danger. 

So silently he follows the doctor, leading him to the room his wife currently stays in. The door opens and a handful of nurses leave. All smiling and congratulating him, to which he is thankful about. 

As he enteres, the first thing he sees is his wife. Feeling excited, he quickly goes over to her and gives her the deepest kiss. She happily reciprocates. 

“Our child? Is it a boy or a girl?” he couldn't help but ask. His wife smiles nervously. 

“Yes” was all that was said. Making him feel confused. 

Sevin points across from her, lo’ak following her direction. 

Across the room he saw 6 little beds, and in them were 6 little babies. 

“We have sextuplets babe,” sevin says. 

The doctor smiles happily, “I bet you are feeling very excited, aren't you?” 

THUMP!!! 

Sevin and the doctor look over to see lo’ak passed out flat on his back. 

“Lo’ak?” 

“Remember? You were out the whole time!” sevin says as she and lo’ak laugh together at the funny memory. 

“Sextuplets, I see my kids everyday and I still can't believe it” she goes on, looking out as her kids play in the sand, crafting whatever they want. 

“What can I say? I got a magic d-” 

“Mellow time!” 

Sevin shoved a big marshmallow in lo’ak’s mouth, making him choke in the instant. 

“We are in public!” she scolds. 

Lo’ak chewed the sweet treat, but before he can say anything, he noticed something. Making sevin turn too. 

Nifu was getting a bit too far into the sea for their liking. Quickly they get up as they notice their other children follow suit. 

“Hey hey! What did we say about going too far? Come back!” lo’ak shouts as he and his wife run towards them. 

“But dad! There is something in the water! Something shiny!” hawne says as he points at whatever he is looking at. 

“It looks like a big light bulb!” litx says. 

“Oooooh!! I wanna touch it!” 

All of the 6 siblings go father, making their parents panic. 

“KIDS! STOP!!” sevin screams. Both of them reach the water, desperately trying to reach them. But just as they were about to, some force yanked them down into the water. Not just lo’ak and sevin, but also the 6 children. The entire sully family were yanked down in an instant. Silence was all that was left. 

The soft sounds of the ocean were heard, starting distant at first, but when lo’ak was slowly gaining consciousness, the sounds became louder. Slowly opening his eyes, he finds himself at the beach…? But the beach looked different. Somehow. 

How long was he out-

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” 

Hearing a high pitched scream, he gets up and looks over to see…

A na’vi child? 

Wait. 

Na’vi? 

NA’VI!!! 

Looking down at his hands, he sees his hands are blue! With stripes! Holding his hair, his braids are back! His kuru and tail! He was ba-

“WHAT IS THIS!? GET OFF GET IT OFF!!! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!” the na’vi child continued to scream. Panicking. 

The other children began to look at themselves and began to freak out. All screaming and crying. The other adult na’vi, who is also freaking out, was screaming. Lo’ak doesn't know what is going on but somehow he is back to pandora. His family with him. 

“Ssshhhhh its ok, its ok, sevin, sevin look at me” lo’ak tries to calm down his wife. She tries to fight back. 

“Dont touch me!! Who are you!?” 

“Sshh, its me! Lo’ak!” 

This stopped sevin for a moment, taking a good look at him. Taking in the details. 

“Lo’ak…? Is that really you?” she whispers….

He takes in the details of his wife too. Having the traits of omatikaya. Her eyes now astonishing golden color, like that of the sunsets. Her stripes beautifully decoration her body. Her hair is now black but the style has remained the same. 

“Yes, yes it's me” lo’ak nods happily. 

“If that is you…then does that mean they are…” sevin looks over at the still panicking children. 

“Yup, we better calm them down” 

“Na’vi….we are na’vi…?” ‘awve asks, still playing with his tail. 

After long hours of exhaustion from crying, lo’ak managed to explain to his family what they are now. It was very hard for them to accept their new looks. Lo’ak can tell a few of his kids still cant believe all of it is real. 

“Na’vi….omatikaya. You are from this world….how did you get to earth?” sevin asks, Her memories playing back to the day she met him. 

“I have no idea” lo’ak answers honestly. 

“So…..what do we do now? Still doesn't help that we are in some island” litx says as she points to the forest behind them. 

Very true. 

“One thing left to do. Explore, see if there is any fruits we can find” lo’ak suggests. 

“Food….what can we eat exactly??” moe’ango asks. Feeling his tummy rumble. 

“Whatever we find, I will tell you if it is edible or not” 

With that, they all huddled close, holding hands as they make their way into the forest. 

It was deathly silent. Getting used to your old body sure is odd. Trying to recall his hunting methods and skills. Lo’ak would refuse to admit but he is clearly rusty. Which is not good, not knowing what kind of animals lurk within the small forest. What is dangerous or not. 

Not only that, he fears they might come across another na’vi. Something he dreadfully does not want to do. 

“Dad, nifu wants to know how much longer?” moe’seykxel asks in a whisper. 

“We can take a break if you want but we have to keep going-” 

They all fell into a pit. It was a trap! 

The kids began to scream. Their sounds alert someone nearby. 

“We caught them!” an unknown voice was heard. 

Illuminating torches were seen, getting closer, and then looking down at the family were na’vi! Lo’ak immediately knew these na’vi. They were of reef. An idea quickly popped in his mind. Perhaps they know of the Metkayina clan! 

Luck was never on lo’aks side. 

The reef na’vi tied him and his wife but not his kids thankfully. But were being watched carefully as they are lead deeper into the forest. 

“We are not dangerous! We dont know where we are!” lo’ak tries to tell the warriors in na’vi. Speaking english for so long, his accent was clear as day. It doesn't make him look good. The warriors might think he is a dreamwalker. 

The warriors ignore him. 

At what seems the end of the forest, more light was seen. And more reef na’vi were also seen. Torches and fire pits illuminating the grounds. 

This is good and bad. 

“Dad! Who are they!?” one of his kids ask. 

“Lo’ak what are they gonna do to us!?” sevin asks loudly. 

“Lo’ak?” 

A voice in the gathering crow was heard. The reef na’vi make way for another na’vi. This one however, was not reef. 

Her skin was dark blue, matching lo’ak and his family. 

“Do I know you…?” lo’ak asks. The girl did seem familiar. 

“Oh my eywa….it is you! Lo’ak! Its me! Tuk!” tuk finally says as she hugs him. 

Tears of joy fall from her eyes. 

Did he hear that right? 

This grown woman, is tuk? His baby sister? 

“YOU’RE A WOMAN!?” 

Word reach to the sully family. Quickly they all ran towards the main gathering area of the village. Tonowari told them that someone claims to be their long dead son. 

Neytiri had to see for herself. Not caring if she isnt as fast as she used to, but she has to see. 

Following was jake and their other children. 

“Its him right? How is he alive??” kiri asks. 

“I dont know, but we have to check this out” jake answers rather fast. 

Seeing the large crowd, the people made a path for them. There in the center was tuk. Who was cooing, coddling, poking, and hugging 6 na’vi children. A femal adult was looking at tuk with wide eyes and extreme confusion. 

“Mom! Dad! Look! Its lo’ak! He came back! I told you didnt I? I told you he would come back” tuk shouts happily, pointing at a forest looking na’vi. 

Jake looked into the young man’s eyes. It was instant. Jake knew, that was indeed lo’ak. His son whom everyone thought, died in the space dragon ship. The son he and his family mourned for years. He is back. 

“Lo’ak…?” neytiri whispers. Tears ready to fall. 

He smiles, “h-hi….ummm….Im home….with my family…” 

Kiri and neteyam look over at the 6 kids tuk was cuddling over. 

“You did not waste any time huh brother?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! NGL, it was pretty tricky to write it. Even now I have some doubts in the finished work. However, hopefully you all liked this one! Until next time! See ya!

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1: ‘awve = first, ordinal [top left]

2: hawne = soft of an object [top right]

3: litx = blade [sharp] (middle right)

4: moe’seykxel = strong, confident [both emotionally and spiritually] [middle left]

5: moe’ango = soft sound [bottom left]

6: nifnu = silent [bottom right]

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(Pomni X Caine Fic)

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(Caine and Pomni have been together for a while now, even though Pomni is happy with him, She still suffers from Panic attacks that keeps her from living her best life and constantly on the brink of abstracting, Which Caine simply cannot let slide! So He gives Her a very speical Present)

( This is my first Ship fic, sorry if its corny/cringe )

"POMNI MY DARLING!"

He Teleported through the halls frantically Looking for Pomni who he heard was Having another stress attack, It seems no matter How hard He tries to keep her Happy, the looming threat of anxiety and Being Trapped in a fake world was always to much for her.

Caine Could never Understand, Pomni Always Said She was happy with him, He made her laugh and Smile, He worked so hard to learn to empathize and to have Emotions So she could Be As happy as Possible.

'Was it his Fault? He was Made to Make People Happy, And absolutely needs pomni to be happy, Was he not doing it right? He learned so much about humans, but their still so complicated and impossible understand'

"POMNI?"

Caine found Pomni curled up in a little ball in a corner in one of the rooms, She was hyperventilating and glitching again

'UH OH'

"POMNI! I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!"

He Manifests a warm blanket and Wraps it around her to comfort her, He also hads Her a cat Plushie and some water, Her breathing slows down a bit

"Thank you Caine"

She wasn't Glitching anymore, but she still looked sad

"DO YOU NEED ANYING ELSE?"

"FRESH DIGITAL AIR? A ROOM FILLED WITH FRIENDLY CATS? SAY THE WORD AND ITS YOURS MY DEAR!"

Pomni was always so endeared by him, Always trying so hard to make everyone happy even if it dosent always work, its the thought that makes him so sweet

"I'm Fine..."

"...MY DEAR, IM HAVING TROULE BELIEVING THAT YOU ARE 'FINE'."

he floating down to her level

"PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IM DOING WRONG? I CAN'T LET YOU ABSTRACT, I NEED YOU!"

"....Ive just been feeling so... Stressed lately and I dont know why, I-I don't think I have any reason To be, But I just Am and I-I C-cant help it and... im sorry that y-you can't help.."

Her eyes started tearing up a little

He just put his Hand on her shoulder, He was starting to feel a little depressed himself

"POMNI I'M SO SORRY! I PROMISE I WILL NEVER STOP TRYING TO KEEP YOU SANE I PROMISE! JUST... TELL ME WHAT I NEED TO DO!"

"I-I don't know what you can do"

She cuddled into him resting Her head on his chest, Caine Gave her a little Head pat in response, he was starting to feel alittle Hopeless now, But then a little light bulb popped over his head as He got a Idea.

"EUREKA! IVE GOT IT!"

"Got What?"

Caine thought for a moment on How to Explain his Plan to her, It was a long shot but still, Everything for her or nothing at all

"POMNI, I ADORE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?"

He sounded Weirdly more Serious than Usual, which was kinda off putting and confuseing, but she Was Listening

"Yes? I Love you to Caine, Where are you Going with this?"

"WELL... I HAVE BEEN LEARNING MORE ABOUT HUMANS AND HOW THEY WORK, AND WHAT MAKES THEM FELL JOY... SO HOW WOULD YOU FEEL ABOUT A LITTLE BUNDLE OF JOY OF OUR OWN?"

Pomni Was a Little Confused and Startled by this, He couldn't possibly be saying what she thinks hes saying

"W-What do you mean?

"IM TALKING ABOUT YA-KNOW ONE OF THOSE LITTLE ANKLE-BITERS! YOUNG-UNS! IM TALKING ABOUT CHILDERN MY DEAR! DOSENT THAT SOUND MAGNIFICENT!"

Pomni Just stared off into space processing What Caine Just proposed to her

'Was he Crazy?! Okay Absolutely, Yes But Still- Is he Crazy!?'

"Caine, I can Barley Take care of Myself, How can I take care of a Child?!"

"IT WOULDN'T BE LIKE ANY OTHER CHILD, IT WOULD BE AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! AND WE AI'S ARE KNOWN FOR OUR LOW MANTIENCE! BESIDES, THEIR IS NOTHING MORE FULFILING LIKE THE WONDERS OF PARENTHOOD! SOMETHING TO REPLACE ALL THE ICKY DEPRESSION WITH LOVE AND JOY!"

Pomni was feeling a bit more enticed by the idea, What Else is there to do here expect the Adventures Caine sets out for them? Maybe a Child Could give at least the Illusion of normalcy, And Caine being there with her to help her.only made her feel more convinced

"Well... maybe... But how? I mean Like... How would that Even work..? I mean Can you even Do THAT in Digital realm??"

"WELL OF COURSE WE CAN HAVE CHILDREN MY DEAR!"

Pomni's Face starting turning bright red, Caine Quickly Noticed and became flustered himself

"N-NOT LIKE THAT! I MEANT I COULD CREATE A LEARNING AI FOR US TO RAISE TOGETHER-"

pomni started Giggling a little at Caine being flustered, Caine Always loved that Adorable Face she Made when she was happy, That little giggle, and how shy and sweet she was when she was flustered, its what made him learn to Love and experience things which he couldn't Even Imagine before

"i would find a way to bypass the filter for you"

"What was that Caine?"

"NOTHING-"

"SO MY DEAR, WILL YOU ACCEPT?"

She Thought about it for a while, maybe like Five minutes, Before she Started tearing up in anticipation

"OH GOODNESS MY DEAR! ARE YOU ALR-"

"A-ABSOLUTELY YES!"

She rammed into him, Embraceing him in tight hug

"I wanna have a Child!"

She was still sniffling a bit, Caine Was Just staring into Space for A bit, bursting with enthusiasm at the thought of Pomni being Happy, but also Having his own progeny to raise

"WELL THEN MY DEAR! I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO!"

Caine left pomni's embrace and back up in the air a bit, He felt across his Teeth and grabbed one of his Molars, and Yanked it out in a Cartoony Fashion.

"THIS WILL DO WONDERFULLY!"

"NOW MY DEAR, I JUST NEED A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM YOU"

He Grabbed Her Eye and Pulled it out like a Berry in a bush, being as gentle as he can with it, Pomni was already pretty used to Caine's antics at this point so it didn't bother her that much, He Grabbed one of her hats Tassles and Yanked on it, And a new eye roll into place for her

"KNOW LETS SEE!"

He manifested a Little Gift Box and Dropped The pieces into It, and Shook it vigorously for about two minutes, Pomni watching with Excitement and smiling the whole time

"NOW, THE MOMENT OF TRUTH! ARE YOU READY MY DEAR!"

Pomni just vigorously nodded her head not being able to keep calm

"I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES!"

Caine Put the Box into Pomni's hands, Trembling alittle, Pomni slowly opened the box.

She saw a Little Tooth-Like Creature with Big wet Colorful Pinwheel Eyes, The Little Tooth Just Stared at Her with Its Wet Eyes as it Draw back into the Box

Pomni lowerd her Hand to give it a little Stroke, It Snuggled up Against her Hand, purring while doing so

Pomnis looked at it with instant love for the little Creature, picking it up And Holding it Close to her, it cuddling her arm with its Roots as arms, She felt all her Stress, dread, anxiety and sadness fade away, Pomni had tears in her eyes at this point

"....Its Beautiful Caine, I love him"

"TERRIFIC! I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT!"

Caine floated down to see his new child, His pupils Immediately Went big as he Gazed upon The little Tooth, It looked at its Father with Large Eyes and extending its root-legs to be held by him, He picked him up and Looked him in the eyes

"....WELL HELLO THERE SPORT! AND WELCOME TO THE DIGITAL CIRCUS! IM YOUR CREATOR AND FATHER CAINE, AND THIS IS YOUR MOTHER POMNI!"

The little baby Tooth just Stared him, and Cuddled into him like a Kitten, and Caines eyes went big

Pomni Went up to Him and Gave Caine a hug

".....Hes perfect"

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Thanks for reading!!!

Here Enock Himself if your wondering

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So, out of curiosity for your swap, AU, how did the episodes work? I mean like if this is a swap version of the hotel, what's the main premise of it? Like I can get that Emily won't be redeeming sinners like Charlie would, but would she try to get Charlie to help her find a way to cure her father of his curse? Also, how did all the other children react to Charlie as their cousin? And final question what's Eve like and did the same events happen as in Canon you said that Abel was not Michael's child so I'm assuming that the he's still the child of Adam and Eve, and what about Roo and all the other main characters within Hazbin Hotel what are they doing now are they under contracts with the children?

Ngl ive been thinking or revamping the swap au or just changing some parts of it cuz it’s been a while but as of how it is currently, if my swap au were to exist like the hazbin hotel series, it would not follow the redemption plot hazbin does. While the topic of redemption is discussed by Charlie as a solution to a problem that would be present in the series, the main focus would be choosing loyalty between the family you have vs the family you choose.

While the story would be explored through the eyes of Charlie, the biggest conflict resides in Emily which would be Emily as she chooses between staying loyal to her family and what she knows and or if she will follow her cousin that brings this idea of hope to the people. Emily is a lot more sympathetic towards the sinners of hell, being young and not having witnessed the true horror of Adam’s condition in full. But she also knows Adam’s condition is tied to the population that exists on earth, so as more of humanity exists the more he has to purge. It’s Charlie who comes down to hell to redeem sinners out of trying to bring good but that brings consequences to her family. A few sure are fine but the more sinners come to be redeemed what would be left for Adam to stay sane? Charlie’s redemption is one thing but would they give Adam’s humanity and sanity back in exchange another concern because there is no guarantee heaven is going to do that, with their meddling from before. Charlie can promise that all she wants but if Emily does help her she really needs proof that the promise can be kept.

Idk I'm pulling this outta my ass ngl I thought about this like once :')

I don’t particularly remember saying Abel wasn’t Michael’s kid, I think you might be confusing me for Mint’s which Abel isn’t Mikes kid. If I did, it’s been a while and I dont think I’d keep that plot point tbh.

The siblings have varying degrees of hostility toward Charlie

Seth is the most carefree and most welcoming, albeit a bit suspicious of her

Awan comes next, more scrutinizing of Charlie. She’s probably toy with her wit and mind before deciding not really being entertained by her.

Abel, for as much as he can come out is neutral if not unamused by her being there. He thinks her naive and a nuisance.

Alclima as not amused or impressed, if not antagonistic toward her. She is hostile especially when Charlie brings around Vaggie into her presence.

Cain is outright hatful. He’s not as brutish or hostile but definitely does verbally deny any such thing

Eve does exist but Adam and her never meet after the apple

Most of characters are not under contact, only overlords find themselves under contract. The children either contact them to see how their soul farns are fairing, or they'll put them to fight each other in an arena for the kicks to see has the better pick

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The new season of Tantiss Pasión y Deseo has more drama to offer.

First things first… Scalder is a bitch. Everyone in the house has beef with her.

And how not to when her life aspirations missions are things like "become an ex 5 times" or "break 10 couples". Only Hemlock barely tolerates her. … So that's why I made them start a relationship. Her prevoius victims Rampart and Emerie (she had a brief relationship with Emerie) started to see each other, all on their own, their pink bar appearing out of nowhere and I didn't move a finger for it to happen. And now I kind of like how they look together all domestic and stuff (and of course they start fucking too, bless the Wicked Whims mod). But I don't trust Rampart much. I mean, the guy works as a politician, making false promises and lying are the things he's good at, and Emerie is the only sane member of this house, I don't want to see her heartbroken.

And look whos growing; Project Necromancer is getting big, he even has a human form now to hide his out of this world origins. A form that's basically a mini Scorch.

And Scorch, well, I think I have a bug regarding Scorch and Hemlock being stuck as acquantances, because no matter what I do, their relationship won't get past that, despite the green bar being maxed out and the pink being a little less than half. I've been trying to fix it but nothing has worked, and I feel I'm living the Scorch experience; being all frustrated because I can't make the meaning relationship I want with the doctor. Truly an interactive experience lol.

I think all that pent up frustration and horniness is even making him automously jerk off in the bathroom and even have hate sex with people he doesn't like because he and Rampart both have red bars (it seem their relationship turned sour after they fucked at the festival lol) but they still get prompted for autonomy sex (which I thought wasn't posible because before this, when I tried to manually make some characters have sex when only having a red bar, the game would message they refuse to do it)… and the same with Scalder, which is even funnier because this time it was Scalder who asked and the text they get even acknowledges their hate.

Tho for this one I picked the "I'll rather lick a dead fish" because I imagine Scalder stomping out and raging so bad after it … which she did, and went to punch the big plush... and even the plush despises her!!

Scorch truly hates Scalder, because I swear the acquaintance bug started after she flirted with Hemlock and Scorch saw it. He got MAD and the red bars between Scorch and Scalder has only increased since then, and he even developed a "fear of being cheated on" and got perma stuck with Hemlock as acquaintance (an acquaintance he would constantly ask sex from and randomly throw kisses at lol). Like, Scalder broke Scorch xD

All this toxic environment is no good for a growing child, which is why Omega had to leave and I sent her to live with the batch. Their house is way smaller and they are broke but it's the loving home she needs.

And Look! They have Batcher!! But Crosshair won't admit how much he likes to play with her.

He won't admit when he likes stuff in general, just look how grumpy he looks with his Christmas hat but I know he likes to wear it.

However… I kind of feel bad because the room Omega shared with Emerie had all these kiddie decorations and stuff for her, but now she's not home… she left a hole.

Any Tantiss that proudly calls itself a clandestine secret laboratory must have a Zillo; and here it is! I love how when Hemlock picks her, he looks like a Bond villian except instead of cat, is his little Zillo beast.

Oh, and the aliens have been abducting my sims sporadically. They abducted Scalder, and Rampart and then Hemlock (again). I was crossing my fingers so none of them came back pregnant. …I guess I didn't crossed them hard enough because guess who came back pregnant A SECOND TIME.

THOSE FUCKING ALIENS ARE USING HEMLOCK AS BREEDING STOCK OR WHAT. If it happens again I swear I'm using cheats to disable it because I had enough with the pregnancies. He's absolutely miserable during this second pregnancy. The new mod I installed amplifying all its side effects. I sent him to "unwanted pregnancy counceling" but he didn't feel helped or understood. And well, I guess it makes sense, I don't think many people know what it is to have an alien growing in your guts.

But you know who's having a great time? Scorch, who I'm sure he now has a pregnant sex kink. All sex propositions he's making to Hemlock I'm accepting now because "Hemlock's all crazy due to all those alien hormones coursing through his body" lol. Scorch's gonna be devastated when the pregnancy is over and is back to rejections.

And in one of those sex sessions I could SWEAR I sent Scalder to do some jogging while Scorch and Hemlock were at it… but apparently I didn't, or I clicked something else, or her cheating sense activated and she came back to the house… and catched his very pregnant lover with Scorch. I literally screamed at the screen "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I SENT YOU TO JOG!!!!" (can't show the scene because too spicy for Tumbrl) Inmediatly the broken heart announcement appeared and now Scalder and Hemlock relationship is destroyed. And tho I was building the relationship to break it and add another ex to her life aspirations missions… this is not how I imagined it was going to happen (and the worst part; I think it doesn't even count for the mission).

And just for curiosity I sent Hemlock to make himself a fertility test and… it turns out that "starting a pregnancy will be quite diffcilut" I BEG TO FUCKING DIFFER.

I also sent the other characters to make fertility tests, and guess who's the most fertile… that's right, perma-horny man Scorch. I'm gonna say that's why Project Necromancer's human form looks so much like him lol.

I gotta put a leash on that clone. I don't want him going into town getting random people pregnant. He's unenployed he can't pay no child support. And dude, Omega came to visit and acted like she was still living in the house, grabbing a serving of food and cheking up on Project Necromancer… like she doesn't know how to adapt to a functional loving family and misses her horrible toxic Tantiss family.

And well, that's it for this season of Tantiss Pasión y Deseo. Tune in next season for more dumb drama.

(I'm having way too much fun playing digital doll house someone help me please)

[minhosbitterriver]

Hi green! Since you've left me some lovely requests, I thought I'd leave you one! I'm in love with the friends to love trope, so if you could do something like that with Felix, I'd eat it up. I'm thinking of something like the reader (gn please) has a really hard day and decides to go to Felix, but then it starts raining, so when Felix opens the door, reader is soaking wet and distressed. You can do anything from there! Again, I love your writing, so anything you come up with will be undoubtedly amazing. Hope you're doing well! <3

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pairing: felix x gender neutral reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of parental abandonment years prior, mentions of recent death of a parent, smoking weed, daddy issues

rating: 13+

summary: through every single hardship you'd ever endured, felix always waited for you, ready to bring you into the safety of his embrace. so when you're stuck amidst the complicated emotions following your father's recent passing, the first and only person you sought for comfort was your best friend.

Echoes of the youth you’d spent in this house haunted the eerie hallways of this vacant home. Every inch of this familiar place has remained the same, though you certainly haven’t. Sitting on the front porch floor, a joint you’d just rolled burning between your fingers as you watch the rain pour outside, a vacant expression on your face as you decided on what to do. The initial plan was to walk towards your best friend’s house, which was a short walk away but the sky seemed to have other plans. And so you remained there, stuck sitting beside a box full of letters addressed to you, but that had never been sent – all written by your father. 

Too many times you had driven past him on your way to visit your best friend, making the point to keep your eyes on the road in case your father sat out front like he sometimes tended to do. The two of you had never been on good terms, especially since your mother left when you were a teenager to chase another man who’d made empty promises to her, and your father didn’t know the first thing about caring about another human being. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you left without a word the very minute you were old enough to do so and never returned. And yet, here you were, years since you’d gone – a box of letters he’d written to you though never sent, and you knew you didn’t have the nerve to open them alone. 

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips, pulling your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans for what was possibly the millionth time only to be met by the same symbol of no signal available for you to message Felix, the aforementioned best friend – the boy you’ve known since you could barely form a sentence due to living so close to each other. He was the kind of guy who would smile a little bit wider whenever his eyes landed on you, the one to allow you to lash out when you were angry despite how sensitive he was because he wanted you to feel better, the one to remember your birthday and plan something intimate and special even if nobody else bothered, the one to pay attention to the little things you would mention in passing and always remember – he was very much in love with you, had been for a very long time and you were well aware. But he never mentioned it directly, and you decided that you wouldn’t bring it up either because you knew that the reality of this lifetime is that you were made to destroy and hurt while he was made to heal and rebuild and you couldn’t risk having him be the next victim.

In moments like these, while alone with your thoughts that slowed down from the flower you smoked that still seemed to suffocate you all the same, you wished things were different. If only you were a stable human being, good enough for him to safely lay his head on your shoulder the way a lover would do, someone who’s sane and loving and all things good – all of which you were not – then perhaps he would be sitting beside you already, encouraging you to open the first letter while being ready to kiss your forehead at the first sign of distress. It’s selfish, and you knew, but as the screen of your useless phone remained blank you couldn’t help but wish his name would pop up. 

Your mind swirled with thoughts that made it harder to breathe with each passing second. The box of letters beside you. No signal. Felix’s smile. Childhood home. Your mother leaving. Your father’s cold demeanor. Yourself.

Not willing to wait for the rain to end, but also not wanting to dwell in here any longer, you grunted as you put out your joint and walked inside. A plastic sheet that covered one of the cushioned chairs in the living room was the only thing you took before making a b-line back outside. You lazily throw the sheet over the box, struggling only slightly to lift it before leaving the shelter from the rain, instantly drenched as the it offered no mercy. Barely able to keep your eyes open, you followed the same path you’ve walked a thousand times throughout your life, the pull of your best friend’s comfort and warmth being the true source of your rush as your pace quickened.

The neighborhood was the same, with the same married couples still residing in them – though most of their children were gone, already having moved on in their adult lives as their parents awaited for the next holiday to see them again. Everywhere you looked, a memory tied you to Felix as though his entire, beautiful being had been burned into your consciousness forever. Perhaps he had been, not that you would complain about it one bit if that were the case.

Felix’s childhood home came into view at last, and you all but sprinted clumsily with the box in your hands as your mind, body and heart yearned for his strong arms around you. Your heart was pumping blood through your veins harshly by the time you’d made it to his front door, dropping the box at your feet before banging on his wooden door. The air was having a hard time reaching your lungs and you realized that you were crying now that the rain was not hammering onto your skin – flashbacks of a similar scene played in your head, your teenage self distressed after you’d read your mother’s goodbye letter and your grief engulfed you and sent you down a spiral while the scene of your father sitting on the dinner table reading his newspaper and sipping coffee as you screamed at him to see you and your broken heart left at the departure of your mother. Your fists shaking as you gave up, falling onto your knees in despair just as the door swung open. 

A wide-eyed Felix stood before you, shocked to see you in such a state and so late at night. It only took him half a second to react as he practically threw himself onto the ground and pulled you into the safety of his embrace despite how drenched you were. A sob you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back escaped your lips, and the gravity of the fact that you were officially alone dawned on you. Your heart ached in a way you couldn’t describe and all you could truly focus on was the fresh scent of his blueberry shampoo and vanilla soap on him as you briefly realized you must’ve caught him getting out of the shower. 

“Hey, hey,” Felix attempted to pull away slightly to speak to you but you tighten your hold on his torso, not quite ready to let go yet. “I thought you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.”

You said nothing, silently cursing yourself for being so weak – crying over a man who had never even smiled in your direction. 

“Felix, darling, what was all that noise?”

The sound of Felix’s mother’s sleepy voice caused you to jerk away from him, cheeks heating up in shame. You were on your feet in a second, bowing deeply to the kind woman who’d supported you through all of your hardships. 

“I– I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking when I came here, making all that noise. I just–”

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Lee waved you off with a concerned smile. “I’ve been telling you for years that you’re welcomed here at any time of day. Come in, darling, you’ll catch a cold. Come!”

Felix moved out of the way so that you could enter his home, pushing you away when you tried to grab a hold of the box you’d carried through the rain so that he could take care of it himself. You knew that you must’ve looked deranged, but there was no hint of judgment in their eyes as they watched you take your shoes off at the entrance. Mrs. Lee guided you into the living room by the shoulders despite the fact that you knew your way through the house like the back of your hand. The tenderness of such a simple touch made your sight blurry with tears that you refused to release this time. 

“Darling, go take a warm shower and Felix will bring you a fresh towel and some spare clothes for you to change into, deal?” Mrs. Lee raised her brows as she waited for your response, you merely nodded. “Good, have you eaten?”

“N– No.”

“I’ll heat up some leftovers from tonight’s dinner, then.”

With that, she rushed over to the kitchen. You remained in the same spot though, letting the rain drip onto the floor as your body trembled from the chill the weather outside had instilled into you. Felix gently dropped the box on the couch, paying no mind to the wet plastic sheet that was still covering its contents. 

“Y/N,” Felix said, voice low and warm. “You told me you were coming tomorrow in the afternoon. Why are you here?”

“I lied,” you sighed defeatedly. “I just didn’t want you to worry too much and I thought that I could– I thought that I would be able to go in there myself. And I really was fine, really…until I found that stupid box.”

He glanced back at the box behind him, sighing. Felix didn’t say anything, choosing instead to lead you towards the second floor and into the bathroom he typically shared with his sisters, closing the door behind you. 

While standing under the scalding hot water in the shower by yourself, you couldn’t help but scold yourself at the lack of impulse control. You could have knocked like a normal person, instead you simply decided that you would bang on his door as though your life was in danger which in turn startled everyone in the house and probably the neighbors as well. The thing that had you so upset was not something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, it wasn’t urgent at all. It was just a dumb box filled with letters that you’d never received while your father had been alive. So dramatic, you chided. 

Just when you were about to shut the water off, you heard the bathroom door open quietly while you assumed Felix gathered your wet clothing and replaced them with fresh ones along with a towel. Once the door closed again, you drew the curtains back to be proved right. You dressed quickly, not bothering to brush your hair as you made your way back down and into the kitchen only to find that Mrs. Lee was no longer there, instead you found Felix looking for chopsticks for you to use while you ate. 

“I told my mom to head to bed,” Felix informed you without looking up, placing the chopsticks on a napkin beside your warm plate. “What’s in the box?”

Your feet felt heavy with each step you took closer to your meal – to him. You leaned your lower back against the counter, gingerly taking the plate into your hands. “My father wrote me letters. A whole lot of them. But he never sent them.” 

Felix’s eyes remained on you, taking his place right beside you, leaving only a hair’s distance in between. In order to not get distracted by this silly fact, you shoved your first bite into your mouth even though you didn’t feel particularly hungry. He didn’t seem to notice, only waiting patiently like he always did. 

“The house hasn’t changed a single bit since I left,” you swallowed, voice thick. “I could tell exactly where he spent the majority of his time– the same spot at the head of the dinner table where he left stacks upon stacks of newspapers he never did bother to throw out, the reclining chair right in front of the TV where his weight had left its mark over the years, and his room that was a complete mess of clothes and books and papers and everything he ever used was thrown onto the ground.”

Another bite. Felix still said nothing. 

“My room was left intact,” you continued. “It almost felt like time had stopped when I left, and the clock only continued when I walked in again. It was clean– my father kept his own room in chaos but cleaned my room. Not a speck of dust anywhere, and I checked.” 

A third bite and then you set the practically full plate back onto the counter, you didn’t have the appetite to finish it. Felix wordlessly cleaned the area and left your plate in the fridge. 

“I think the only thing that changed there was that all the family photos were taken down.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your breath becomes slightly shaky. “Not even put away, he just– took them and smashed them on the floor and left everything there. I can’t help but wonder just how long ago that was, and how many times he turned a blind eye to the broken glass as he stepped over them.

And then I went down to the basement, and everything was pretty much the same except for this stupid box. All of the letters with my name and address written on the envelope and I just– I lost it. I don’t know what to think anymore, of him…of anything.”

Felix’s arms suddenly wrapped around you tightly, surprising you for a second before you returned the gesture. Your heart was beating erratically in your chest despite this not being the first time he’d hugged you, but this one felt like it did when you were a teenager. It was strong, yet gentle; protective, yet freeing. Although it’d only been a few weeks since you’d seen him, you missed him deeply. You had left town, and he remained here with his family and his happy childhood memories – though you visited often and he did as well, but still; you missed him deeply. 

“I think that your father loved you in his own twisted way,” Felix murmured in your ear at last, arms tightening around you. “He was hurting, too. And you still didn’t deserve any of the things he did and didn’t do to you, because you were hurting and you were the child. But I think he loved you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, hands shaking as you gripped Felix’s blue hoodie. 

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The rain had stopped after a while, so you and Felix took advantage of that and sat on the roof right outside his bedroom window like you’d done a thousand times before. Overlooking the neighborhood in the dead of night as you lighted up the freshly rolled joint between your lips, inhaling the comforting flower before exhaling its smoke. The weight on your shoulders and mind was lifted as your anxiety dulled and your body relaxed. You passed the joint to Felix, who mimicked your actions. 

Your tears had long since dried, and the box had been left in the living room as you decided not to look at them tonight. Instead, you focused on the serene atmosphere that surrounded you and Felix like a warm hug. He passed the joint back to you, though you didn’t immediately bring it up to your lips again, letting it burn slightly between your thumb and index finger. Your eyes slowly found their way to Felix’s that had already been on you, analyzing you in the same way he had always done. You couldn’t tell if the glitter in his eyes were a reflection of the stars in the sky, or if they were truly his though they looked enchanting anyway. His smile widened when he noticed you meet his intense gaze and your heart burned at the sight, thinking back to your train of thought back on the front porch of your childhood home right before you’d come here. 

After all of these years, all of the tears, grief, arguments, and lashing out – he remained beside you, eyes on you as if you’d placed the sun in the sky yourself. You would never understand how he could stay by you when everyone else had left, there was nothing special about you other than your cutting tongue and vengeful heart. Though you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him and his optimistic way of seeing the world. He was far too good, too pure for you or anyone else. And yet he sat there, subtly inching closer to you though you had still noticed. 

Lee Felix was in love with you, and had been for a long time. You were well aware, and had been for a long time. Though he never mentioned it directly and you decided that ignoring this would protect both you and him; but after all of this time, perhaps you’d maybe fallen in love with him too. It would be impossible not to let your own smile widen at the sight of his brown eyes watching you with so much genuine gentleness, to not feel your heart quicken every time he touched you, to not think of him when your bed was empty and cold, to not wish with every aching cell in your body that you were not as damaged as you were so that maybe, just maybe you would have a chance of deserving such a rare soul. 

Despite knowing all of this, you allowed him to move closer to you as the joint became smaller and smaller with each pass between the two of you. Eventually, your arms and legs were touching, and you could practically feel Felix’s erratic heartbeat. 

“What are you thinking about?” You surprised yourself by asking him, pointedly staring at the streetlamp directly in front of Felix’s house. His breath hitched slightly, though he didn’t say anything for a few moments. 

“I don’t know,” he eventually mumbled with a half-shrug. “Everything, I guess.”

“What is everything, Felix?”

His eyes met yours, wide with curiosity as he attempted to read you. Your own veins were pulsing with adrenaline from your boldness, though somehow you weren’t as mad about it as you thought you would be.

“I– I’m not sure.”

“I don’t believe you. What is everything?”

This was everything against what you’d done since you noticed his feelings for you, this was not keeping a safe distance. But you couldn’t help it, it was as though your heart had finally gained control over your brain and was pushing you to confront your own feelings for the first time in years. Because the truth is, your heart did burn for him in a way you couldn’t explain; it fluttered and skipped a beat a thousand times whenever he was around and it had been for as long as you could think back. You didn’t deserve him, but he thought the world of you – so maybe that was worth something. 

“Everything is–” Felix’s eyes searched yours, his breathing picking up slightly. “Everything is you.”

If your heart either exploded or simply stopped beating, you wouldn’t be surprised in the least. His words sent a chill down your spine, and you couldn’t stop the smile that snuck onto your face. 

“Good.” You stated, putting out what little was left of your shared joint on the roof before moving to straddle him, and you might as well have pushed him off and onto the ground before with the way the wind seemed to have been knocked out of him. His eyes were so wide, so surprised yet so excited. “To me, everything is you, too.”

His eyes scanned yours for a moment before he released an incredulous, airy chuckle. He didn’t get the chance to say anything, however, as your lips met his for the first time and the world melted away.

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Thank you so much for the request! I truly, truly enjoyed writing this for you. I just sat here and the words just kept flowing and flowing and I just couldn't stop, so I hope you enjoy it! (Side note though: I'm sorry if this a bit darker for your taste, I read it back and was like 'yikes, didn't mean to start off like that'.)

Anyway! I appreciate your compliments, always. Your feedback is something I genuinely look forward to every time I post, and so I'm happy that we're mutuals out here supporting each other because honestly – you're a magnificent writer as well, so I can promise that every time I think of something new for you, I'll grab my phone and tell you all about it no matter where I am!

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[hermesserpent-stuff]

soooooo void!remy meeting the x men and being freaked is a love of mine. and him mistaking kurt for a weird vamp due to void things lol.

based on convos with @golden-buddle

tw: human trafficking, violence, child abuse

Remy clicks his tongue, fighting the urge to hiss and show off his teeth. He has to keep his poker face on. He had been working his way into gambling dens, digging down deeper and deeper, and now he has entered one of the darkest vilest gambling dens in the city. They dealt in things beyond the chump change of the rings that Remy preferred. No, this one deals in people. And not just people, but with a particular eye for vamps, mutants, and the young of both. 

He hates it. And the arch vampires of the city hate it. They had hired Blade to help them out clear out some of these dens of depravity. Which means Remy hunts them down and gets in and Blade and the rest come a knocking. 

Remy feels like his skin is itching as the proprietor of the establishment escorts Remy’s little group past the cages. Remy slips charged bits of paper into as many locks as he can. A little jolt and they would explode. He does not plan on things lasting long enough for him to actually to sit down and play a game of poker. He tenses as one of his many many explosions goes off. Well now. It seems someone tried rattling a cage. 

He hears the howl of Wolverine and the snikt of his claws coming into play as the sound of Deadpools endless pool of chatter springs.forth. Remy is ready to join in the chaos of the fight when he notices a little mutant girl being dragged down the stares through a door he thought was a wall. He makes a beeline for it, pulling out his favored bo staff to hit and explode any who tried to oppose him. 

The door leads to winding stairs that go deeper and deeper. He doggedly follows as the men take note that they have a prayer and start trying to do things that might slow him down. The little girl yowls and struggle, Remy spotting her fuzzy cat ears and tail as she struggles. One of the men hits her head and something in Remy snaps. He chucks a card forward, exploding the man's arm off. Then a silver knife finishes the job, lighting the vampire up.  He dispatches the other two with similar explosions lighting up the ill-lit room that surrounds them. He pants and the little girl stares as she sits on the floor. 

Remy pulls himself together and lowers himself to the floor.

“Hey mom petit. I'm not here to hurt.”

She sniffs the air. Probably has abilities similar to Logan's in the smell department.

“You smell like cat.”

She whispers and Remy smiles with no teeth.

“Sure do. Got a princess at home named Beignet. She's the sweetest fluffiest drop of midnight to come into my life. I would never hurt her. Or you.”

The girl seems to trust this, launching herself forward and burying her face in his neck.

“I don't want to hurt anymore. I always hurt.”

She begs and he gently pets her hair crooning lightly.

“Then Remy promises he gonna get you out. You got a name, mon petit?”

She noses his neck, sniffing and holding tighter. 

“They… they took it. Said I wasn't allowed to name myself. They called me Kitten.”

He wants to rip the world apart. Kill those men again and again. Names were important. Knowing his name was his helped keep him sane in the horridness of the void.

“I don't wanna call you something they made you take. What do you like to be called?”

She pauses, her little nails growing out into tiny claws that are sharp through his shirt. But not a threat. She is just scared.

“My momma called me Eleanor.”

He hums at the name.

“Alright. That's a pretty name, cher. Eleanor. I'm Remy.”

He gently pets her hair, and she noses his throat. He stands up with a playing card slotted into his free hand. She presses close, a light purr there as he spins and starts make his back to the stairs.

A man jumps out the block his path and Remy throws his charged card. He slides to the side as the man spits insults and tries to grab at the girl. She whimpers and presses closer into his chest, little pinpricks of blood coming out. He fires off another card and leaps up the stairs and around the man. He kicks his head and throws another charged card, blowing up his chest. Another man bursts into the stairwell and knocks him down. Remy keeps a tight grip on the little girl, determined to not let her down. He throws three cards at the staircase. But the guy dodges the cards and fires at Remy with a gun. Remy ducks down and throws a few more cards, hissing loudly as he shifts backwards away from the guy. His charged cards light up bright pink against the darkness, little flares of hope that explode in a ver familiar way. He gets a good shot on the man’s chest and he blows up.

Once more he tries to get to the stairs. Eyes flash in the darkness ahead of him and the smell of sulfur reaches his nose. Remy freezes, arms tight around the child that clings so fiercely to his chest, her cat ears pinned back at all the sound. In front of him stands a demon- or some sort of vamp? Either way, he does not know their allegiance and his throat fights down a sob of weariness. He just needs to finish breaking free of this hell, to meet up with Blade and Wolverine who he can hear ripping the place a few floors overhead. 

The blue vampire steps forward and Remy pulls out a cross and chucks it and hisses long and loud, showing off his teeth and stepping backwards. He is scared, so scared. The thing grips the cross, mouth opening slightly to say something right before the wood explodes. Remy’s feet are already moving when he hears a poof intermixed with the sound of an explosion. He skids to a stop at the sight of the vamp popping out in front of him.

“Hey, hey. Beruhige dich. Calm. We are on the same team. No need to disrespect the cross.”

The guy's hands go up showing three phalanges instead of the normal five. Remy hisses stepping back. This guy is fast. Too fast. Remy is too slow while carrying someone else, but he is not going to put her down. She whimpers and he gently pats her.

“It's okay Eleanor.”

He whispers, hand pulling out another weapon, a gun full of silver hollow points filled with garlic. The blue vamp loosens his posture, crouching down and curling his tail close. Tail? Maybe a really weird vampire.

“I dunno what game you be playin’ vamp, but if’n you be with the guys upstairs, we gonna have an issue real quick.”

Remy bites out, terror nipping at him. He was not supposed to be so far from the others. But he had been drawn in deeper at the chance of helping a child.

“Ah, mein Freund. Breath. I am not a vampire. I am like you and her. Mutant. Im here with some friends of mine. To help.”

A mutant? That… that actually makes more sense. That or the guy is a straight up demon. The little girl peeks out, arms still tight around Remy. 

“I see. Your group helps mutants… X-men?”

He knows the name from Wade’s friends who come around occasionally that he and Logan avoid. The girl would be safe with them. He would really like to avoid Charles Xavier, not needing to meet another terrifying telepath, no matter how sweet other mutants seemed on the guy. Logan is probably avoiding them for a different reason. 

“Ja! You know us!! We're the good guys!”

The guy cheers, tail swinging in presumable delight. The little girl’s eyes follow the tail, her own responding a little.

“Mmph. Remy will be believin’ he be seein’.”

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed. But we’ll make an exception for you, herr und frau. Now! Let the fuzzy elf help you out!”

The guy winks at the girl flicking his tail through the air and grinning. She lets out an amused sound and Remy finds himself relaxing.

“I'm Nightcrawler. And I can teleport. Let me port us out of here. Ja?”

Remy considers it, tucking his teeth away. He looks down at the little girl, who he does not want to scare more.

“What do we say cher? Do we trust a fuzzy elf?”

She sniffs the air and presses a little tighter into Remy.

“Uh-huh. Yess.”

She whispered, hissing the last syllable. He pats her head and nods.

“Alright. Get us out. To somewhere safe.”

Remy steps towards the mutant and Nightcrawler grips them both gently. Remy flinches at the poof noise and forces his eyes back open as the scent of sulfur hits his nose. He sees that they are right outside the doors of the gambling ring. He spots one of the vampire workers bolting out and Remy presses the little girl close, shielding her eyes and ears as he fires. The vampire lights up and explodes and Nightcrawler freezes. 

“You just-!”

“Don't feel bad. Bloodsucker was helpin’ hurt children. This weapon does not blow up normal folks. Just hurts like the devil.”

He hisses and then snaps his head to the side. Blade is there, sword wet with blood. Remy whistles, knowing that the vamp will be able to notice it even with the battle going on. Remy also notes that there are other people who are wearing outfits that have some shared designs. Remy keeps the girl on his hip and aims, firing to keep people away. Blade gets to his side and sniffs for wounds.

“Blood?”

Blade growls and Remy laughs.

“Aw, don't worry about Remy none! This sweet gal accidentally clawed me through my shirt.”

Eleanor makes a soft noise and he shushes her.

“And you shouldn't worry either, petit. I don't mind being clawed accidentally by you, cher.”

He gently pets her head and looks to Blade. Blade scrunches his nose. 

“We’re almost done cleaning it out. Cops are coming and these X-men are helping get the mutants somewhere safer. And some vamps are collecting the fledglings.”

Remy slowly nods.  Good. everyone was being taken care of. A few stragglers try to escape but he and Blade make sure they do not escape. Nightcrawler helps keep people from sneaking up on Remy and Remy keeps anyone from being able to touch the blue fur ball. Remy ends up sitting on a half wall next to the entrance. Eleanor is currently eating some of the Rolo’s that Remy had in his pocket, pressed against his chest with her legs tucked up against him. She seems to enjoy the caramel and chocolate, tugging on Remy’s sleeve to get more. He happily gives her more. Blade sits him on his left and Nightcrawler sits to his right. 

Nightcrawler speaks softly to him.

“The institute is a very safe place for mutants. She can learn there without people discriminating against her.”

Remy smoothes her hair down. He feels a little tense at the idea of just handing her over. She curls a little tighter into Remy while staring at Nightcrawler. 

“That'll be up to Eleanor. Watchu think? Remy’s happy to help you, but he's no good a teachin’.”

“But… what about you?”

She whispers, claws digging down into his shirt. He croons softly to her.

“I'll be okay.”

“He can come visit. I’ll give him the address and everything!”

Remy looks at Nightcrawler who looks genuine. 

“You'll help her?”

“All the best medicine and teaching. And protection. Xaivers is safe.”

He knows they are headed by the person who is the brother to Cassandra. It makes him nervous about going anywhere near.

“Will you visit Remy?”

She asks, hope in her voice.

“I-... I'll come, cher. Remy will come and visit. Keep an eye out for me on the edges petit.” 

“Or you could come too.”

“I got a place already.” 

He says with a shake of his head and scooches closer to Blade who hums pleasantly. Nightcrawler looks like he understands. Maybe. He presses a playing card gently into Eleanor’s hands and kisses her forehead before she goes with Nightcrawler. Blade gently rubs his nape with a firm hand and Remy leans into with a croon. 

[petty-pumpkin]

I need more skk chuuya-centric fanfics that are not only on his POV, but focus on him primarily.

I grew tired of being promised chuuya being actually depressed for once and having his own problems and then just being click-baited by making dazai the one who suffers more and needs help from chuuya, otherwise he will not be able to live anymore bc his sudden depressive episode doesn't let him... even though he's a grown adult and depressed adults with depressive episodes can actually take a bath by themselves, change their clothes by themselves, brush their teeth by themselves, and eat their own food by themselves...

Anyway I just want chuuya to be taken care of in fanfics, feels like everyone wants this guy to always be the emotionally strong one and bigger person of the relationship even though he's a human with human emotions and won't always be stable and sane enough to take care of himself AND dazai at the same time, as if he hadn't gone through everything he's gone through already.

but maybe I'm just reaching,

dont mind me please

[xanyiaz]

guys i AM 'the' gavin, avior, porter and camelopardalis fan 🙏🙏‼️and here's why @plaqying :

I MADE GAVIN IN THE SIMS 💀💀 and also posted several fanarts of him (on my friend's behalf):

also i wrote this essay about him:

lemme just write an essay about vincent and gavin for a second-

so i was relistening to this audio earlier *the vincent audio after lovely got kidnapped*

and he talks about how he was kind of an asshole before because he was only ever thinking short-term and only ever flirting with people as a means to eventually feed from them. but lovely and what they went through with adam changed him because it made him realise that he had changed. he had become different from how he was as a human, but lovely made him remember that version of himself - like they awakened the vincent that, although still being very flirty, he sees and embraces them as they are, and doesn't just flirt to feed but because he wants to, because he loves to, since he loves them. it reminds me of my other favourite character gavin - how he's also an asshole in the beginning (i have a type ig 💀) but it's only because other people only saw him as sex, as a tool to get off with, but not as just he is. they ignored the best part of him - his heart. they forgot he even has one because they were too busy wrapping themselves up in a fantasy with him, only to then throw him away once they're finished. but freelancer stuck around. they saw him for how he is. not as an incubus, just as "gavin". i love characters like this - that, at first glance, just seem a certain way, but underneath all that, the flirty exteriors, are the most beautiful beings with hearts of gold. and both of them are so patient; they didn't expect anything in return, after all, why would they? everyone else only wanted them for their flirty self or to use them for their body, not for their soul. lovely helped vincent realise that he had grown too used to putting up a false flirty front and that because of that, he had forgotten who he was underneath all that - a caring, loving person who also encourages lovely to become a better person; and freelancer, who got helped by an incubus and some silly lil elementals to realise that it's ok to reach out for help sometimes and that doing so isn't a burden on others, helped gavin realise that people want to be around him for more reasons than just sex, he is deserving and worthy of much more than that.

in short i'm so incredibly sane about them and love them a totally normal amount i promise.

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wrote 2 POEMS based on avior and starlight:

also i imagined this: if starlight had/has pimples or spots or freckles and disliked them or felt insecure because of them i just KNOW avior would like- compare them to the stars and the night sky and kiss every one lightly, showering them with love until they start believing themself that they are as beautiful as avior says. this is how i imagine it:

slight sovereign state spoilers ig ??

starlight: "i'm breaking out so much, look how many pimples i have showing."

avior: "hey, don't say those things about yourself. all your spots and details and everything about you considered an "imperfection" by yourself, or anyone else, are my favourite parts of you. they paint star constellations all over you, and every time i look at you, i just want to plant kisses over each and every one of them. we may not have had any indicators of what time of day it was when we were stuck in hell together, but you were and still are my night sky, my sunshine, my whole universe, all the stars in my galaxy. every time i look at you, i see that all over you. your so called "imperfections" ignite my soul. you're my everything, starlight. never hate anything about yourself. and do not doubt even for a single second that the way i feel about you would change because of all your beautiful details. you are the stars that light up the galaxy of my heart. starlight, star bright, the stars in your eyes light up my life."

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look how many porter headcanons i wrote RAAHHHHH:

- under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- he has dyed tips of his hair- like i imagine it being either white/light grey or black and then like red or purple or blue dyed tips and like it's longish shoulder length but styled like miyamura from horimiya

- he likes board games but ESPECIALLY cluedo

- he likes wine-tasting

- he has heterochromia eyes- either like blue and red or blue and purple

- he wears corsets 🤭

- he wears HELLA jewellery- skull rings and loads of ear piercings and like a tooth necklace or something and just LOADS of vintage jewellery

- he knows how under people's skin or in contrast, how to charm and flatter people, he's SO charismatic and knows exactly how to get what he wants

- but also- he's so used to charming people or putting on a show/facade that, when people do genuinely want to get to know him and be close with him, he's reluctant and inexperienced- most people don't stick around after they get what they want from him, which is why he's so interested in & curious about treasure, why he's so enamoured with them bc they also seem so enamoured with him and he wants to understand why.

- also he has the sluttiest waist ever and he's so babygirl- wbk but i had to say it anyways 💀

also i made a playlist for him ofc <3

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i also made these edits of gavin, gavin (again) + cam and porter (edited him twice) (can't believe i haven't edited avior yet smh):

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camelopardalis my love <33

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i have made more posts about all of them but it would take too long to scroll so you'll just have to take my word for it 😭‼️also i LITERALLY have most of gavin's audios memorised by now- and also porter's first audio- trust i am all of their biggest fan 🙏🙏 but also if i don't win- that's fair enough lol good luck to everyone 🫶🫶

[marivoid]

Entry 32

Day 227

The worst way to earn a good reputation in a city has to be, by far, grabbing somebody's prosthetic and harming them.

That being said, GUESS WHO TICKED OFF A GUARD OF COMPARATOR CITY.

Yep. I had done the absolute impossible and somehow managed to mistake a prosthetic for a loose piece of rubble or scrap. Whoop de fucking do.

I promise I can explain! When I left Mumbo's place and got into the city, I was met with this huge wall! And I'm talking at least 10 meters? If not more! And there was a ladder and what I thought was maybe a really big kite tail dangling down-

One thing led to another and... Well. I learned very quickly that some kite tails can, in fact, talk. And they can feel pain!

Specifically if a kite tail is attached to a very pissed off Guard's spine.

Yeah... I fucked up. Big time.

But thankfully the guard didn't stay mad at me too long! Just... Dangled me over the open air while making sure I remembered to never grab his prosthetic again! Yep! That seems absolutely fair.

When I had eventually gotten on solid ground (ish? Does a wall count as ground?) I managed to properly introduce myself to the man. (With about one million apologies for grabbing said prosthetic.)

"You have one hell of an odd way of greeting people." The Guard had chastised as he returned to his duty of observing the ground below us (One heck of an experience!) "Didn't your parents ever teach you to not grab things you have no clue about?"

"Well- Where I'm from not many people have... Prosthetics like yours. It's one of the more unique ones- And the ones on your ears! I've seen glowing ears, but finned ones..."

"Scare tactic. Makes a loud buzzing noise if you vibrate them fast enough. Acts like a Roach's wings." He had told me off handedly.

"Roach? You mean the bug?" I'll be the first to admit, I laughed at that time! I found it hilarious that somebody would want to always hear a cockroach's wings flying against your ear. But boy did that guard have me singing a different tune.

"No. I mean the super human Stragglers that can kill you and me in the blink of an eye. The noise can be amplified to chase away any normal Stragglers or Stalkers. Keeps the city safe."

The way he said it earlier... I can still feel my hands shaking a bit at the idea alone. Sure there are plenty of things that can kill somebody, but in an instant? And to have the sounds of them be enough to deter other enemies... I hopefully won't get a visual of what these "Roaches" look like. I think I'd like to keep this journal free of anything that horrid.

"Well... I'm... Kinda looking for a way inside this city. I need to meet with the Demon? He's apparently somebody that can help me."

"The Demon? He's long gone, bud."

"Well there went that hope."

"But."

"... But?"

"The Angel." He had told me. "The Angel is still in town. Should be near the Broadcasting Station. Probably bugging the Radio Master. He always knows where the Demon is."

And from there he sent out a couple messages for me, asked a few other guards (They're called Wall Warriors. Bit on the nose but I can see where the name comes from.) and sent me on my way. Before I left, I managed to ask him for his name.

"And why should I tell you?"

"For... Future reference...?"

"... Alright, I'll bite. xB. Lowercase X, uppercase B."

"I have a feeling I won't know why it's like that?"

"I don't tell that information to tail grabbers."

"... Fair enough I suppose."

I did manage to snag his blip number from another guard. Sent him a message a few minutes ago, actually. And he responded! He's warming up to me! Success.

That's all I got for today. I have a new prerogative. Find the Angel and whatever the Broadcasting Station is. (Does the broadcasting station actually WORK?? Could I have music to keep me sane?)

Questions to figure out tomorrow.

-MLW

-G.U.I.D.E. 67

[unorthodoxdeviant]

I'm not sure if anyone needs to hear this, or who does, but I'll say it for those who do

ANTI'S ARE TRIGGERING‼️

And sometimes, even for our own well being. We need to recognize when we're triggered, and just step away to cool off. And block.

And it's alot harder than I'm making it out to be! Humans have a natural inclination towards negative emotions. But recognizing that feeling of dysregulation and learning to shut it down to block is a powerful move!

And sometimes it's really is the only thing that's gonna keep you sane.

It can be hard especially when you're getting slammed with hatred. TikTok especially can be a cesspool specially made for that. But you gotta remind yourself the type of person anti's are.

Insecure individuals that developed maladaptive defence mechanisms, and makes such mechanisms everyone else's problem.

And straight up a lot of them are just chronically online / terminally online. They actively have their reality skewed by social media and internet spaces. Therefore which causes them to enter echo chambers then it becomes easier to dehumanize us.

So bby, I promise you. YOU DESERVE BETTER. They don't deserve your time, your attention. Your FEELINGS

So don't give them that abruptive response they crave. They're the type of people who WANT to disturb the peace.

[elsfairy]

she doesn't get attached to people. she doesn't like to be dependent on someone she knows is only there to either break her heart or just simply take and take until she has nothing left to give. was fine being alone. fine to take care of herself and nothing more. that was until she met you. the first time in her life, she let you close to her. you weren't always talkative, but she didn't mind that. something about the silence you both shared, was beautiful. Sevika didn't know what it was about you that made her feel so calm and collected, maybe because you just had this soft and calm aura about you, that she didn't mind being around or surrounding herself in.

you were gentle, more towards her than anyone else. you knew she could handle anything thrown her way, without another word but it didn't stop the worry you have for her when it came to her job, and the people she surrounded herself with. life and death. literally. believe it or not, she found contentment in having her mechanical arm resting in your lap, the cold metal brushing against your skin. loved to watch her metal fingers twitch just slightly at the touch of your finger gliding over her palm. with you, she didn't feel the need to build up all those excessive walls, the hundreds of boundaries to keep herself safe and sane. with you, she felt free, because you're the first person to see her as human and not a machine or murderer.

"stop acting like this part of you is scary. everything about you is perfect. you don't scare me, nor would you ever. wish you would believe me when I say you're beautiful. I want you to see it. you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I'll spend the rest of my life just to prove it. it's okay to not feel okay. it's okay to not be yourself all the time. you're human, just like everyone else"

"i trust you. i'm just scared"

"it's okay to be scared. it's a normal human feeling, but i promise its okay"

[springs-hurts]

Why do you want to hate Merlin? R

O baba no!! Rationally speaking,i legit love Merlin, have always loved him.

These days, it's just me being irrational and Merlin is main character and I've seen so many bad Arthur takes that I'm kinda fed up. Also cause of my own insecurities, but I promise that's just me being insane.

Whenever I'm able to think like a sane human, I love merlin, he's such a complex, lovable character that you can't not. But I'm in a bad space these days and well, you always need an outlet, Merlin is that kinda outlet for me. Even though I love him...think after sometimes I'd start loving him again, just like I used to do.

[maria-of-the-waves]

Soul Fire (TCFxKHR! AU) (Part 1)

I really like the concept of the dying will flames in Katekyou Hitman Reborn! In fact, I love it! ٩(♡ε♡)۶

This concept is quite interesting from my perspective, the being able to manifest the power of your soul through your will to live is very cool for me °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

I am not going to give an explanation of what the flames are since the publication is not about that, instead, I am going to give the link that will explain what they are.

(All credits to villainsandvictimsalliance ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝)

And given the basic explanation, I'm going to give my ideas on how they work in this AU:

The Dying Will Flames come from the excess energy that the soul constantly emits. If you have accumulated a large amount of energy in your soul and find yourself in a near-death situation where your highest priority is to survive, your will can break the barrier between the physical and spiritual worlds, allowing you to access your flames and making you active. When this happens, small holes open in your soul that with time, use and trauma can become larger, causing chronic spiritual pain, that is where bonds and harmony come in. Links to other flames (and therefore souls) can help as pain relievers for all parties involved by superficially plugging the gaps and not allowing the core of the soul to be exposed. The exception to this is the flames of the sky which, due to their harmony attribute, can fill the gaps in other souls but not in their own, while the elements fill the gaps in their Sky, which makes this type of bond highly sought after. It is not just about healing the soul, it is a promise of eternal loyalty and devotion between each party, letting your own soul find a home in your Sky to fill the gaps in it and knowing that you will always have someone in who to trust for the rest of your life. Both harmony and general bonds are promises of eternal trust and loyalty, no active person will ever try to harm anyone they are bonded with much less an element to their Sky. A Sky needs a bond with each of the elements to stay sane and healthy physically, mentally and spiritually. The more powerful he is, the more links he needs. These can be created immediately if the souls are very compatible or by courtship if they don't are.

Well, with that explained, here is my TCF AU using this concept (o^ ^o)b.

Cale is definitely a Misty Sky, someone who can accept anyone without discrimination, but seeking the maximum benefit for himself and his people at all times.

He is someone who will deceive and swindle to achieve his goals by seeking out anything that he thinks may be useful or annoying to his enemies, but at the same time he is totally incapable of deceiving those he considers his by telling only lies for omission and half-truths.

He will justify any display of affection as manipulation or pretend to ignore it, but the way his worst fear is that his people will die and ending up alone speaks volumes about his character.

He is possessive of everything that is his, including his people, and will always pay for every offense or good act. For example, he prolonged Hannah's suffering by giving her healing potions and delaying Mary's arrival for everything she did to the whales, but once she paid for his offenses he did everything he could to help her.

But the curse make him difficult to have bonds.

After all, being a Sky he would need to have precious people to keep his soul complete and not fall into madness, and we all already know that he does the curse.

During the cataclysm each and every one of the humans with enough will to do everything possible to live awakens their flames to later (once society is rebuilt) be studied, revealing what explained at the beginning.

Moving on to another topic, I firmly believe that Cale's family in the Shelter (LSH (Cloud), LSW (Lightning), LJJ (Sun), JMS (Mist), Grandma Kim (Rain) and maybe PJT (Storm)) They were his first set of items allowing him to heal and maintain his sanity, but his curse took them away from him.

He later formed a bond with CJS (Sunny Rain) until the unclassified monster disaster occurred.

Team 1 that he led began to court him, but the trauma prevented him from forming complete bonds by creating too many holes for them alone to fill, leaving them all suffering, Cale by not being able to form new bonds and the team by refusing to accept another Sky wearing down the souls of all of them.

On the other hand, the original Cale is also a Misty Sky, the Thames are a long line of powerful Sky's who unlocked this power on Earth 1 but which is inaccessible without intervention for the inhabitants of almost all worlds except for the variants of the land.

Cale was born with active flames due to the difficulties of childbirth, harmonizing with his mother (a Sunny Sky) in the process.

During his childhood he harmonized with Eric (Rain), Amiru (Storm) and Gilbert (Lightning) after accidentally waking them up with his flames, but after the death of his mother he tried to distance himself from them without success causing them all to be very clingy to each other. yes and promise never to abandon each other.

After the arrival of Basen and Violan he began to act like trash in hopes that the collateral families would stop insulting his father's new family, thereby destroying his reputation in the process.

He was in a courtship process with Ron (Mist) and Beacrox (Cloud) before starting to act, but he interrupted it by starting to treat them as simple servants.

Then the Harris Village accident happens and Choi Han's beating completely undoes any trace of harmony with the Molans.

The Plaza Terror accident kills Basen and seriously injures the nobles of the northwest who begin to stay with Cale in a villa within a small town.

The War occurs by killing the rest of the Henituse family and taking most of the people in the northeastern territory with it.

Cale, Eric, Amiru and Gilbert, letting themselves be carried away by the desire for revenge, enlist in the army, quickly rising through the ranks until the battle in Puzzle City arrives.

During that battle each of them dies and Cale is taken to the God of Death who offers him a deal.

Since both his and Kim-Cale's souls are incredibly damaged he offers to send him back in time to the moment before he met Choi Han and fuse his souls.

Og-Cale insists that Kim-Cale must be there if the deal involves him and the God of Death brings him in while he was taking a nap on his day off, accidentally dragging Team 1 along due to the courtship.

They protest without wanting to send their leader (Sky) to a world destined for destruction until GoD blurts out that the reincarnation of the shelter family lives in that world which makes them stop trying knowing that Kim-Cale would do anything for see his elements again, so they start negotiating to go with him (Min Ah including his family being the only one with close relatives ( ╥ω╥ ))

Cale protests that they should not waste their lives for a trip that would bring them no benefit, but they tell him that they do not do it for benefits, but do it solely out of their loyalty.

This last exchange causes Cale to finally understand that they would stay by his side and finally accepts them into his Sky, establishing harmony.

Og-Cale on the other hand watches the exchange, and feeling a little jealous (very, very jealous (￢_￢)) tells GoD if Kim-Cale can take his people with him because he couldn't do the same demanding that Eric, Amiru and Gilbert travel with him.

GoD, wanting Nameless 1 to be saved, accepts the demand and quickly brings them, taking advantage of the fact that they recently died, to explain everything to them.

Only when they are about to seal the deal does Kim-Cale realize that GoD never mentioned what had happened to CJS and after much insistence he finally blurts out that he had become his subordinate and that he was currently on a mission in another country. world.

On the condition that CJS visits him as soon as possible he accepts the deal.

The deal is finally complete, Kim-Cale and Og-Cale will be a single person once the respective regression and transmigration begins, the nobles of the northeast will return to their bodies from before the Plaza Terror accident and the Koreans will be left in a merchant caravan with forged identification documents just one day from Rain City.

[georayn]

ok i'm not a hater of the idol format but wtf sm

I'm writing (and now posting) this on october 13th which is the day SM entertainment announced the departure of Seunghan from RIIZE. I'm not a RIIZE fan and don't even know some of the members' names, but I can speak on this company's lack of commitment to their artists as a NCTzen... yeah we've been through a lot and apparently briizes are being obliged into following the same steps, unfortunately.

I just wanted to quickly bring the topic of fanatization of idols to the table. as westerners, it's pretty easy to say that the whole idol format is weird and all just because it's not the way we do it here, so I'm not intending to fall into this discourse and hope nobody does. with that said, it's still pertinent to reiterate that the limitless idolization of real people can not be healthy after a certain point.

this whole situation was able to make a really old problem related to this VERY explicit. I've seen a bunch of korean "fans" depict it in the way of "this is just how our culture works, of course you foreigners wouldn't understand", when in fact the real danger of all of this is basically an issue that originated almost exclusively from your country/region that we fortunately almost do not have (on this level), so our exterior view on this should be of help.

of course, I'm not trying to start an international war here (every time humanity has done this it was not a good idea), so it is also of importance to highlight that the west and other parts of the world obviously have their own problems (big ones in fact) and not all korean fans reacted the way that I described, in fact it was probably a small portion, but it was big enough to make noise that SM judged unavoidable.

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well, here's the thing. the problem is not just in the way these "fans" reacted, but also in the way SM decided to judge their reaction as acceptable enough and chose to nod to their wants at the price of everyone who wanted his return, which includes themselves 1 day earlier and also the group members.

I've determined that the extreme negative reception by some "fans" was totally inadequate and the reasons can be compressed into: 1- past actions, specially pre-debut, should not determine the character of an idol currently; 2- when someone pauses their activities for such a long time, they probably stopped and reflected about what they did and changed to a better a person; 3- all of the previous shouldn't apply to Seunghan because, let's be frank, he only dated someone and smoked???? and even if he still actively does these, you shouldn't externalize your own concerns and have an affect on his well-being just because of the fact that you felt fooled by these silly things when he promised nothing to you. in addition, none of those were in front of the cameras, but they apparently are such deeply rooted problems in korea that they just stopped listening to the complaints.

you know who could have the power to change all of these factors, even if slowly? the companies. after all, they're the ones who decide what the rules are. some would say that the public's wants determine the rules just as much, and I actually agree. the thing is: SM's decision might seem the most profitable/stable to them now since the outrageous "fans" have a very strong opinion at the moment, but that will surely hurt them so much on the long run. and yes, I am also talking about money, so profit isn't even a last resource to defending this decision.

we've had and are still having problems of members departing from their groups in kpop so often, and SM is an incredible contributor to this issue. of course, in some cases, it has been the right thing to do when there are logical and concrete motives (ex: the taeil case), but when the reasons come from actual inappropriate reactions from the public exclusively, you should condemn their act and support the sane and actually healthy way of dealing with this. yes, you might get hit with some short term backlash and maybe a lot of it, but, especially if you are a big and resourceful company like SM, you should understand that your actions also have long term consequences.

from my experience, ever since NCT started to destabilize as a big concise project, my will of supporting their work has just fallen off. of course, I still love the boys and all the effort they put in their music, performances and other varieties, but it is essential to understand that most of the work put into the NCT brand as a whole comes from their company. because of this, it is hard to keep on buying merch, showing up to their events and getting excited for new projects that will probably get hijacked by SM. again, I am not a briize and have not followed their way to the point we are now, but I assume they have gone through similar cases of neglect.

with that said, a message to SM: people will keep losing their trust on you. you guys are too comfortable with the status that lee sooman has taken years to establish, and this equally gradual loss of trust is exactly what will make your reign fall off. you should not side with the crazy behavior of some sick "fans" for commercial success because that is purely a trap; you guys will feel the strong impact after some years, or maybe even less.

ok so I did not expect this post to be my return to blogging, but all of this was so absurd that I felt the urge of exposing (in my point of view) all of the problematics of the situation.

I am working on a new post though! i much prefer writing about subjects of my interest that do not involve any news so I hope that it can be well recieved by you guys :)

see you soon!

P.S: sorry for any English or even factual mistakes! you can correct me if you want, I appreciate the feedback!