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acesw · 4 months ago

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Disabled Characters in Reverse: 1999 - Part 1

Hello! With the new patches having been announced over the course of time, I figured it was time to renew an old lore-post of mine. This is the list of disabled characters in R:1999.

I posted these on twitter last week, but I decided to wait until the release of 2.2 so that I could uplift some spoilers for the game. Some minor spoilers ahead for 2.3 and 2.5 are ahead!

From the length of the entire text alone, I've separated it by 3 posts. This post here will guide you in the known characters who are physically disabled. I now have 14 characters in the main spotlight here, and I hope you enjoy reading this incredibly long post. So now, let's get started.

Chronic Illness: Cristallo, Rabies, Erick, Semmelweis, Barbara

Cristallo was born prematurely, with an added condition that makes her physically fragile. As seen in the game, she needs a life-support system to maintain her health when she’s outside. It’s also implied that her condition may be a recurrent cancer, as her arcane abilities are tied to a machine that provides cobalt therapy, a known advancement in radiotherapy in the post-WWII era.

In Sotheby’s anecdote, it’s been noted that Cristallo needs extra accommodations to her room, and it’s crucial that the electricity is kept running; she would risk having episodes like seizures otherwise.

Rabies is an odd case. In his stories, it’s stated that Adam Miłosz cured Alicia of rabies through unknown means, at the cost of contracting the disease himself. However, instead of the virus being acute and guaranteed to be fatal, it became a chronic illness to Rabies due to the abundance and use of arcanum.

Since the rabies virus attacks the brain, his cognitive capabilities and ability to recall things before the present had been impaired, making him rather docile and animal-like in nature as a result.

As revealed in her anecdote, Erick has a hereditary blood condition that came with her arcane skill. While her arcane skill grants her insane strength, overusing it will accelerate the effects of her blood condition to the point that it can turn fatal. To prevent this, she also inherited an armband from her grandfather, Harald. The armband suppresses Erick’s ability to use arcane skills, but by extension it also prevents her condition getting worse.

Semmelweis’ journey in the roguelike has been very clear that she suffers from the Beyond disease, a parasitic and incurable disease that mainly affects the brain by heightened hallucinatory symptoms paired with vampiric-like symptoms. The disease has a high fatality rate, but survivors tend to be granted abilities and urges equivalent to that of a vampire.

Semmelweis keeps her symptoms at bay through Lorelei’s arcane skill, and maintains her urges with sweets such as chocolate. While the Beyond Disease is most known for being passed on via contact, (e.g. biting) it has also been found to be genetically carried by some people.

(Bonus mention: Valentina is also a canon survivor of the Beyond Disease, having become a full vampiric-like being. She was the one that bit and infected Semmelweis)

Being born as a cross of 3 different beings, Barbara was born with a delicate body and she suffered a multitude of conditions growing up. Among them, asthma and insomnia were the most prominent. These conditions were incredibly debilitating for her growing up, and they continue to persist til her adulthood. Because of these medical scares (and her instinctive tendencies), she also has anxiety. For this—and strangely enough—her conditions can be alleviated with stuffed toys and the country music that she keeps on her at all times, much to her chagrin.

Amputees: Shamane & Willow

Shamane lost his left arm as a punishment for his previous failures. But after having lived without it for 20 years, the lack of it doesn’t bother him anymore. In fact, he finds pride in his loss, claiming it as a “token of bravery.”

Prior to the events of 1.3, he crafted his prosthetic arm as a means to avoid scaring kids. In his I2, we see that he was provided with a more modern prosthetic, likely provided by Laplace.

Willow is mainly characterised by her ability to perform in floor gymnastics having a prosthetic leg. Even when she lost her leg when she was younger, it didn’t stop her from performing to the best of her capabilities and reworking her skills in floor.

Blindness: Urd, Ms. Radio, Argus

Urd, despite her mysterious presence in the story, is most notable for her blindness. Throughout all her appearances, she's always found with a covering over her eyes, and has been referred to as the “blind woman” throughout the game many times even prior to her reveal. She also has recurring partial amnesia, with the “Storm” being the main cause of it.

She still chooses to travel across cities despite it, documenting her travels and insights about each place as the “Friend From Afar.”

Despite all the awakened lacking any eyes, Ms. Radio is the only character that has explicitly stated that she does not have any eyesight. She uses her body vessel and the radiowaves to be able to sense things around her, and is a generally sensitive entity.

Argus is notable for her vision impairment and partial blindness due to an untreated injury paired with her arcane skill. She struggles to see at nighttime, and has to activate her arcane skill to be able to do work. She tends to use picrasma candies to keep her arcane skill running for as long as possible.

However, Argus will tend to overexert herself and her arcane skill, which can result in her having temporary complete blindness. She refuses to have her injured eye treated nor be provided a prosthetic either.

Others

Mobile Disability - Noire

Our new character here, Noire, is most known to be a wheelchair user! Whether she was born with a disability or not, this aspect is incredibly important for her and I’m excited to see how that will go for 2.5.

Speech Impediment - Balloon Party

Balloon Party as a child had contracted an illness that caused her to have a persistent high fever. In the end, she awakened her arcane skill this way, with her being able to cough up balloons that can be harmful or a cure to anything. However, it might have also affected her speech because of the physical strain that comes from coughing, it results to Balloon Party’s speech being slowed and having abnormal pauses before she speaks again.

Burn Scarring - Joe

Being a blacksmith, Joe gained a lot of burn injuries due to his work. He developed his skill over time, but it came at a cost; these scars became a part of him. Considering that Joe very likely never went to get proper treatment due to him growing up less privileged, it’s also likely that these scars crudely healed and can cause some pain. His scars are most prominently seen in his face, but they extend down the left arm and even both his hands, which are bandaged.

Albinism - Windsong

Windsong has indicators that she may have albinism; from her white hair, pale skin, and differently-coloured eyes. It can be assumed that she has Type 1 OCA, which leaves her to have the aforementioned features. There isn’t much beyond that mainly due to this being a popularized headcanon among the fandom, so what other symptoms she might have is open to interpretation.

Honorable Mentions

What is this section? The honorable mentions list is meant as a list for:

-Characters I realized I should've added here but it was too late

-Characters who have some headcanons/insights from other users from both Twitter and Tumblr, and I took it to consideration

I hope you enjoy these ones. :)

Oliver Fog - Depression, Arthritis/Chronic Pain (credited: @space-magician on tumblr)

Early on in childhood, Oliver had been exposed to how the London fog takes a heavy toll on his family and has experienced grief early on due to his father passing away from overexertion. It prompted him to start working as a (greatly desensitized) Fogwalker, feeling an unbearable weight on his shoulders metaphorically and even literally with how he struggles to get up in certain weather conditions. It hints towards him having chronic pain/arthritis due to the intensive nature of his work, as well as depression stemming from his grief.

Loggerhead - Short-Term Memory Loss

Loggerhead has short-term memory loss as an aftereffect of her awakening, causing her to slowly lose memory over the course of 3 days. However, Laplace provided her with a special film that allowed her to maintain her memories for longer.

Last Notes

Of course, these are only the first batch of this list, and I hope you'll have fun reading the next two installments here once linked. :)

Psychologically Disabled Characters

Neurodivergent Characters

Thank you!

#reverse 1999 #character analysis #cristallo #semmelweis #shamane #ms radio #windsong #erick reverse 1999 #rabies reverse 1999 #barbara reverse 1999 #willow reverse 1999 #urd reverse 1999 #argus reverse 1999 #noire reverse 1999 #balloon party reverse 1999 #joe reverse 1999

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exquisink · 8 months ago

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Metanoia - Yandere Suguru Geto X Reader

Summary:

You don’t expect to run into your upperclassman, Suguru Geto, out in the wild after his defection. Least of all in such a normal setting. Unfortunately for you, he does remember you, and he simply insists on catching up.

AO3

Word Count: 6.9K

CW // reader can see curses, ex cop! reader, unprotected sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, pining, one sided attraction (on geto's part), cockwarming, handcuffs, fingerfucking, multiple orgasms, pussy slapping, squirting

It’s not often you encounter the cliché of sensing someone spying on you, but this time, you actually do feel it. It’s hard to ignore. You feel the presence a little too intensely than you should—almost like you definitely know the person trailing close behind you, trying to blend into the background in the most discreet manner. You glance up from the bag you’ve been eying in one of the Prada aisles, scanning the environment surrounding you. Nothing seems out of place, not really—just a sea of unknown faces bustling about. But then your eyes do another sweep around, landing on a familiar figure.

Your entire world freezes; your blood running cold. He, too, freezes, like a deer caught in headlights. Definitely not for the same reasons as you.

Curse User Suguru Geto.

You can still see him through your peripherals as you try to go about your business. His jaw has hung open; his eyes taking in a sight from the ghosts of his past he’d likely rather ignore than acknowledge. He really remembers you after all of this time. Even if you aren’t significant like the shamans you have worked around in the jujutsu society.

When you see him, you almost can’t believe your eyes at first—daring to pinch yourself. He’s standing there just out of reach from you after how many years since your time in Jujutsu Tech? Since his defection and betrayal? Five or so, right? Something like that. The years don’t change him all that much, and in fact, have been kind to him—those same sharp, violet eyes, that towering figure rivaling Satoru Gojo’s, his long, luscious black hair that he maintains to perfection that you remember being envious of yourself. But there’s something else in his expression—a mask of his that falters for a moment. That’s something easy to miss about Suguru Geto, no doubt. He looks like he’s not expecting to run into you after all of this time out here in the wild, either, especially in a place as normal as the fucking mall. His shock is just as apparent as yours.

You let out a shaky breath, maintaining a semblance of calm and serene as you return to browsing. There’s no need to panic, right? Right? Not yet! But you can still feel those sharp violet eyes fixated on you, following your every move. Awestruck. Like he’s seen a ghost of his past, which isn’t far off. Maybe he’s wondering if you recognize him or not, if you’ll acknowledge him. As if you can forget someone like him…or what someone like him has done.

What a strange phenomenon to see him out of his element—none of that tacky priest garb, no air of superiority about him around these ‘monkeys’ he openly loathes. You almost want to call him a fish out of water, but he isn’t. Not really. He’s still too composed for that. Just a man in normie clothes, attempting to blend in a normie crowd. Which he definitely loathes doing from time to time. He’s not shy about preaching his insane beliefs about non-shamans and how people like you should be eradicated.

A part of you idly wonders how long he’s stood there until you caught him, watching, assessing, waiting, before he makes his move. His eyes never leaving you. You can feel them burning a hole into the back of your skull. And then you notice something else. He’s approaching. His footsteps are silent, but you feel him before you can see him.

He's behind you, so close that his breath his fanning the nape of your neck. Then in a smooth, languid motion, he reaches over you and plucks the bag you’d been struggling to reach from the top shelf. One you hope to splurge on yourself as a little early birthday treat.

He remembers your name. So he really does remember you, not just your face. You hum in response, impressed and even a bit flattered that he cares enough to. That snooty upperclassman of yours. Special Grade Sorcerer, second only to Satoru Gojo himself. You only attend Jujutsu Tech under Yaga’s order. You can only see curses, but not fight them. That’s not your job there, anyway. Your job back then was to help the sorcerers get into the places they couldn’t, working with them when laws and jurisdiction held them back because even shamans aren’t exempt from human laws.

You serve as that bridge between worlds for shamans and non-shamans—only your old man who was in the police force at that time has been aware of that bridge between worlds and that’s how they get into places with restricted access.

“Long time no see,” he purrs low, sending shivers dancing down your spine. He hands the bag to you, and your fingers brush his as you accept it, tense, but you remain controlled, silently thanking your old man and other family members who were in the army at one point as well for instilling all of that military conditioning in you. It pays off in these situations.

You pray to the beings above, if they exist, that he can’t tell how terrified you are of your life right then. How your skin clams up and how your body quivers ever so slightly. Barely visible to the naked eye but he’s ever so perceptive. You can’t fight back.

You finally whip fully around, meeting his eyes for the first time in eons. He looks gentle in this setting and not at all the vindictive sorcerer who slaughters non sorcerers just for breathing the same oxygen as him. You’re not sure you should waste your own breath on him, but you’ve no choice now.

“Hello, Geto,” you greet in a honeyed sweet tone, but you can’t ignore how your pulse has quickened and how your throat seems to have dried up. Unfortunately, it’s not because you’ve encountered a handsome man you hoped to court. “It certainly has been a while. You look…”

You give him a once-over, noting that the slight plumpness in his flesh has returned since the last you’ve seen him, far too frail and skinny. With those deep heavy bags under your eyes worse than your old man’s on months he was overworked and underpaid. He looks like he’s built some light muscle, too; his taut lines visible through his skintight navy button-up.

“…Healthy,” you finish.

He responds with a placid smile, friendly. Warm. Fake.

“Do I?” he laughs softly, resting a hand gingerly on your shoulder as though testing his luck with you. You try to ignore the way his fingers brush against your exposed skin. “And you look as beautiful as I remember you.”

Your shoulders slacken from that. Something about that statement doesn’t sit right with you. After all, you barely remember interacting with him back when you attended Jujutsu Tech. Not just because of different duties at play, because you two are in completely different worlds that just don’t mesh. You remember hanging around Haibara most of the time, and your heart shattered into a million pieces when Nanami Kento broke the news to you about his death during their mission together sometime after you left.

While you are well aware of Geto’s defection, his betrayal to jujutsu society and particularly to Satoru Gojo, another upperclassman of yours…

…You’re not sure if you’re truly aware of the true extent of his power. Satoru Gojo has mentioned in passing at one point before to the jujutsu higher-ups—there can be grades exceeding special grade.

The moment between you both stretches longer than you would like for it to—an unwelcome sense of dread settling over your shoulder like the weight of a storm on the horizon. The shoppers’ idle chatter fades into a distant murmur as your focus is narrowed on the imposing man before you. Suguru Geto positions himself far too close for your comfort, his placid smile and casual demeanor contradicting a far darker intent that you feel through his piercing violet gaze.

“Why don’t you let me buy that for you, hm?” His voice always slips from his lips like silk, smooth and unhurried, but there’s something else beneath it—a warning. That smile—that fake, dreadful smile he’s practiced on his clients for years. It’s as false as the camaraderie he’s feigned, just a poor, cheap knockoff of the man you once knew. The Suguru Geto you have once admired for his compassion and his warmth—is long gone, out the window, and in place is this figure. A monster wearing his face, someone who weaponizes his kindness.

Your fingers tighten involuntarily around the leather purse you’ve been holding, your knuckles whitening under the strain.

“That’s not necessary, Geto,” you reply, the words a little too rushed and a little too stiff for his liking. He’s caught onto unease, without a doubt. You ignore your pulse quickening by the passing second, but you don’t show weakness. Not here. And not to him, especially. He hates to see that in people—weakness.

But you swear the longer you’re under his scrutinizing gaze, the sooner your knees might buckle and you’re not weak in the knees for the reasons he may think. It’s far from the flattering reasons this time around.

“Why not?” he presses, with a casualness that makes you grit your teeth; that plastic smile of his uncannily pleasant. “I’d be honored to buy that for you. If I recall correctly, you have a birthday coming up soon, right?”

How on Earth does he know that about you? You haven’t spoken to him…not even back then. Yet here he is, possessing knowledge about you probably from having asked around your classmates back then. Or maybe he’s always been keeping tabs on you, even long after everything’s fallen apart. On the other hand, you know so little of him, and who he has become in the time since you have last crossed paths at all.

“No, really, Geto, you don’t need--!” you begin, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but your protests are cut short. His hand, still resting lightly on your shoulder, tightens its grip in a way that leaves no room for argument. His warm fingers gripping your shoulder feel like a shackle, and your breath hitches.

There’s no escaping him—not here, not now. The realization dawns on you like the tightening of a noose, because that’s what being in his presence feels like now, each second puling that imaginary rope taut around your delicate neck. You can’t breathe all of a sudden. To refuse him might be a mistake costing your life, or other innocent lives he’s not afraid of burning at the stakes—a gamble you’re not willing to challenge right then.

After all, no one can stop Suguru Geto other than the likes of Satoru Gojo. And he’s not here to save you. No one else can stop him, and he knows it. He carries that confidence with every disarming smile. Who the hell CAN measure up to him? Who the hell CAN execute him other than Satoru Gojo? Certainly not you—that’s for fucking sure. And there’s no one else who’d dare intervene.

Your lips part a bit, but no words spill like vomit from your mouth. Instead, you allow him to guide you towards the cashier, his grip firm and unyielding like he’s a shepherd guiding a lamb to slaughter. You ignore him as he exchanges pleasantries and engages in idle chitchat with the cashier.

The cashier gives Geto a warm smile, a faint blush blooming her fair features because even she’s not immune to his objective good looks as he hands over the payment. Every move he makes is as smooth and as elegant as ever. You mumble a ‘thank you’ to the cashier, but the words feel hollow.

You watch, detached, as he presents your new designer bag to you, your first one, actually—an early birthday present, he calls it. A gesture that should be benign, warm, which had this been the Geto you once knew, then maybe, but you know better than to live on false hope.

All hope ever does is breed eternal misery.

While this moment seems insignificant in the grand scheme of things, this may or may not alter the entire trajectory of your life. Because you haven’t been careful enough. You haven’t considered the possibility of ever running into Suguru Geto again since you departed from jujutsu society yourself. Now you’re defenseless. Now you don’t know if you are going to survive the next few minutes, or hours, or days, or months if you’re fucking lucky.

Your feet move on their own accord, carried by the momentum of inevitability, while your heart hammered.

You glance up at him through your lashes, at a man who has effortlessly woven himself back into your world—a world where he barely had a presence there to begin with even sharing a history together. That placid smile of his lingers as if he knows. Of course he knows.

You don’t say a word as he leads you out of the store, muttering something about a nice restaurant not too far from the mall with great meals. You just follow him, fearing for your life, the uncertainty of your fate gnawing at you like termites on wood. You feel like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, mentally debating making that plunge. You aren’t sure if anyone—if even Satoru Gojo—can pull you back from what may happen now.

This is as much as you can bear to think at that moment as you’re seated in that nice restaurant Geto raves about on your walk there. Just a few blocks away from the mall. Nothing too terrible. You don’t make out the waitress asking if they want to order other drinks because Geto answers on your behalf. Settling on just water for them both and giving them time to decide.

The silence between you hangs way too long for comfort, interrupted only by the soft clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations from nearby tables. Geto sits across from you, his posture at ease, but those eyes of his—those sharp, calculating eyes—hold you captive. You lower your gaze, fixated on the menu in your hands, but the words on the page appear to blur beneath the weight of your own overbearing thoughts.

“I know you must have mixed feelings seeing me again after all of this time,” Geto finally speaks to shatter the silence like glass, his voice low, measured. Everything about him is carried with a purpose.

Heh. You wish you can scoff at that, but you can’t show your true feelings unless you want to get killed. You have to play his game. You haven’t a choice on the matter.

Mixed feelings? Seriously? That’s a laughably inadequate way to describe how you felt about seeing him again. It doesn’t even begin to embody the storm of emotions that have yanked you by the throat since the moment you laid eyes on him again. Fear for your now shaky future, certainly. Unease, without a shadow of a doubt, as well. There’s something more to it though. Something bitter and rough and hard as stone that lodges itself deep in the depths of your very soul. Perhaps even if you know little of Geto and his true character, you still feel a sense of betrayal on behalf of those you once worked alongside with back in the day.

Your fingers tighten on the menu as if that might help ground you in that moment. You dare not to meet his gaze, because he despises seeing weakness in others. You have to remember not to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, you focus on the items listed on the menu—sushi entrees you have once enjoyed, dishes you might be craving at that moment. But right now? Can you even think about eating at a time like this? The thought of casually enjoying a meal in front of a man responsible for cursing over a hundred people to death including his parents makes bile threaten to spill from your mouth.

“Are you planning on killing me to further your cause?” you dare to ask him, your voice wavering slightly which makes you mumble a string of cursed to yourself because how dare you show even a hint of weakness in front of him! Your eyes remain fixated on the menu, tracing the lines of the small fonts.

He responds with a nonchalant shrug.

“If I did have that intention, then you’d be dead already,” comes his flippant answer. Your head jerks up at then. When you think further on it, he’s right. You won’t see your death coming either. Not with special grade shamans especially.

“By the way,” he adds in a sickly sweet, honeyed tone, almost like an afterthought; that smug smile of his practically glued to his face. And something else. He looks at you like you’re the sun and stars—a beacon of light missing from his life. It feels so misplaced given everything. “Order whatever you want, as much as you want. Part of your birthday celebration, yeah?”

“My birthday’s not for another--!” you begin, but the words are caught in your throat as Geto raises his hand, ceasing your unnecessary babbling in that one silent command which you obey without another thought because you know his patience wears thin far easier these days. Especially with non-shamans like you, people who don’t belong in his world anymore, and he’s trying to bless you with his presence in his eyes.

“Doesn’t matter!” he interrupts you, raising his glass of water in a mock toast to this reunion, hiding that annoying smile of his behind the glass. “Let’s enjoy catching up, shall we?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, not wanting to get yourself killed, you remember. You wish you could wipe that annoying, smug grin off of his face. A part of you remembers why he’s gotten along so well with Satoru Gojo; that dynamic special grade duo of insufferable idiots. They’re both infuriating in their own, unique ways. Now the only staggering difference between them is that Geto’s a genocidal maniac and Gojo’s maintained his humanity.

Not only that, but they seem to enjoy wasting money on material things. Geto’s filthy rich now from that cult he runs—Star Religious Group, a name that twists your gut every time you think of what happened all of those years ago—swimming in millions preying on unsuspecting clients. That same group that killed that poor girl Riko. He’s taken over the very people responsible for his death, likely as a way to avenge her. In another world, maybe you might have found that admirable.

“Besides,” he goes on in a sultry whisper, that sharp gaze of his now a smoldering one as his hand reaching over the table to rest over one of yours. You feel goosebumps rising on your skin and you bite into your cheek to mask any unwanted, outward reaction. Show no weakness. Show no fear. He hates seeing that in people, remember? You refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing any of that. Remember that. Hammer it into your fucking skull. “I see this ending…quite well for us both tonight.”

You know what he’s insinuating with that tone is unmistakable, his meaning painstakingly clear. This date, this diner, and then…of course, the main event.

Your stomach churns and twists at the thought of it, not because of the suggestion itself, but because you know you don’t have the agency to refuse him. There’s no escaping this; there’s no graceful exit from this, either. His power is far greater than what you can ever imagine; his control over someone like you too absolute.

To deny him is to invite inevitable doom.

His fingers slide up to your wrist, and you flinch—the reaction to quick to stop. His eyes flicker with amusement, that shit-eating smile widening at the display.

“The years certainly served you well,” he remarks, his tone all too casual and all too doting, making your skin prickle with discomfort.

“Thank you,” you manage to say, your response barely audible. He intertwines his fingers with yours, the gesture deceptively gentle, but there is that underlying note of possessiveness.

“So,” he drawls, his gaze studying your features. “Anyone special in your life?”

That question, as innocent as it may have sounded, sends a chill through you. You know what he’s really asking. Is there anyone in your life who might interfere, anyone who might stand in his way from winning your affections? Anyone you’re still in contact with from Jujutsu Tech?

“Ah, no,” you tell him, nervous. You don’t dare to retract your hand as he tightens his grip, running his thumb along your knuckles. “I haven’t had much time to focus on that. Between work and studies, it’s been… really busy.” You haven’t kept up with anyone else either aside from Nanami, anyway, and it’s not like he poses a true threat to Suguru Geto.

“Oh.” That smile of his is anything but warm. “You’re back in school?”

“Yes,” you answer with a nod, finding strength in your voice again. “I’m in the middle of getting my Master’s. And then I’m going to law school.”

“You’ve always been sharp,” he muses, his tone softening as if he’s indulging in a pleasant memory of the two of you that you aren’t aware of yourself. “I’m glad you’re doing something with that.”

You swallow hard on nothing, moisture in your mouth void; his gaze pressing down on you as the conversation drifts into more explosive territory. You try to make it all seem casual, like this is a date. Because thar’s what he wants from you, right? A date with you? A chance for him to live his schoolboy dreams, to sweep you off of your feet?

“S-since I left Jujutsu Tech and the police force, I had to find something else to do with my life. I haven’t been involved with jujutsu society in the last…six years or so. Not since…”

“Since I left too, right?” his voice drops a lower octave, as a shadow crescents his face.

You bite down on your cheek hard before responding.

“Yes,” you breathe, ignoring your pulse skyrocketing. You don’t…want to engage in this but the universe has other things in mind for you. You don’t believe in fate. This is just an unfortunate coincidence that you run into Suguru Geto again. At a time where he can certainly take full advantage of his power over you.

You have no one to help. No one to save you.

There’s another long stretch of silence between you. Between that time, the waitress returns asking for your orders, taking your menus, and refilling your drinks. After a few moments, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, he leans over the table slightly. His eyes have never left yours from the moment you entered this restaurant. It feels far too intimate between two people who are barely friends, barely strangers.

Just two cogs in that goddamn machine.

“Did you know,” he starts again, his voice barely a murmur, so soft that it might have been carried off by the faintest breeze. “that I admired you? And even envied you, just a little.”

You draw in a sharp breath. The words sinking into the air between you like stones into a still duck pond. This confession of his—spoken with such genuineness—unsettles you, deep in your bones.

You finally meet his gaze—that steely violet gaze that holds far too many mysteries you don’t care to solve even with your past experience as a detective. His confession presses heavily on your chest, as though it were a hearty meal you were unprepared to fully digest. Which isn’t far off—this feels entirely out of place. This raw, unexpected vulnerability from a man who despises such displays in any shape it takes.

“I wanted to know more about you,” he continues, his tone twinged with a wistful longing that is just as out of place as everything about this reunion. His gaze drifts away, as though he finds the distant corners of the restaurant more bearable than facing you right then. It doesn’t make sense, but you remain silent. The words refuse to form on your lips. You aren’t sure you even have a response. He is a man unrecognizable from the one you once knew, or believed you knew, and yet here he is… speaking to you as if you are old chums.

“You were such a lively girl,” he remembers, his eyes twinkling like he thinks fondly on you, and on those times. Yet you barely remember a moment you shared together. “Daring. Cunning. Full of adventure, full of trouble. But you also had heart. You were selfless in your actions. You were much like Haibara in that way, which I’d expect was why you both got along so well.”

A lump forms in your throat. Haibara…you miss him. A part of you has forgotten what he looks like; it’s been so long.

“You chose to see the best in others even with what you were exposed to from a young age yourself. You come from a family of veterans, don’t you? They must have seen unspeakable horrors during their service, and then you trained under your father when he joined police force before you officially joined after him, from what I remember?”

You give him a curt nod. You wonder how he knows all of this—not like he ever went out of his way to talk to you back then, either. He must have been keeping tabs on you and past acquaintances as well. Maybe you aren’t special in this case.

“It’s an admirable thing you do. So admirable,” he babbles, his violet gaze flitting back to you. Much like Satoru, he likes to hear himself talk. “Even with your vision, you willingly choose to expose yourself to such barbarians to protect them. Whether from each other or from unknown causes. I want you to know you’re better than that, but to witness your humility up close and personal like that is actually quite refreshing.”

He runs his fingers through his side swept bangs, his disdain for humans undeniable in his darker tone. “I for one loathe to be in proximity to these monkeys, even here in this setting with you, but I suppose there must be compromise somewhere. They are always causing needless suffering and yet you wish to bring order to that somehow. It’s what attracted you to study law now, isn’t it?”

Where is he going with this?

“And you know,” he adds, his voice lowering an octave as if the memory is too much for him to bear. His mood changes from bitter to melancholic. It doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. “While I may have changed my mind about protecting humans, I haven’t changed my mind about you. I was hoping I could rekindle whatever we lost—we had so much potential together.”

You swallow hard on a thick wad of nothing. How can you lose what was never truly there? The question lingers in your mind like a broken record, but you do not voice it out loud. The words he has uttered to you are laden with sentiment, but they seem…misplaced. Like he’s attempting to unearth some imagined connection that you don’t recall sharing with him. He speaks as if the world has not shifted since those days at Jujutsu Tech, as if his actions haven’t left an unbridgeable gap between you. Your worlds and your ideals don’t mix like oil and water yet he’s attempting to cling onto you for reasons you can’t decipher.

The waitress reappears, her smile bright and unaware of the tension between you. She places your orders before you with the same care she would for any other couple enjoying a pleasant evening—which that’s probably all you are to her, you duly note to yourself. Sushi, dumplings, other dim sum—all laid out before you in neat, inviting portions. The sight only sickens you right then. You pick at your food, pushing a dumpling to the side of your plate.

“I was only doing my job,” you finally say, your voice quieter than you intended. You focus on the colorful varieties of sushi before you, unwilling to meet his steely gaze again. “Staying in my line of duty, knowing when to engage and when not to. Haibara was a dear friend to me when I was there. I still mourn him.”

You keep your responses simple. Pragmatic. Distant. There has never been room for anything terribly personal, and especially not with someone like him. Duty, order, responsibility—those are your guiding principles instilled in you from your family of veterans and your conditioning in the police force. That’s how you entered the force so young in the first place. Shortly after his defection, when you turned 19, since it’s what you’ve been around all of your life. Sprinkle that in with some experience in the world of jujutsu sorcery, and what that has concocted is a no-nonsense woman.

And Geto, with his grandiose visions of eradicating all of humanity in favor of shaman superiority, has never truly fit into your world of feasible, achievable goals. He’s trying so hard to wriggle his way back into your life like an unwelcome parasite.

You dare to glance up at him, noticing his expression hardening for a moment before softening again. It doesn’t make sense. None of this is making sense to you. His fingers now toy with the rim of his glass, as if warring with himself on whether to respond or to let this pass.

Geto, in all of his power, is now nothing more than a man reaching for something that he has never had the chance of having for himself.

He has the means of bending everything to his will on his status alone now.

“Eat,” he beckons, gesturing to your food. “They’re all delightful; I take my girls to this restaurant all the time and they rave about the food.”

You blink. Oh, yes. He does have those two little girls he adopted from that village.

Exhaling slowly, you decide to indulge in the meal, taking your time and savoring each and every bite. It means stalling the inevitable. He wants to use this as a way to get the upper-hand over you—that’s fine. You understand when you have no power. The two of you enjoy the dinner as another uneasy silence falls over you like a veil. Geto pays for the meal as he promises and even offers dessert, which you graciously accept as long as it delays his final wish in this twisted reunion. You hope it doesn’t extend further than that. He gets what he wants from you and leaves.

But you doubt it’s that simple; it almost never is.

He wraps a possessive arm around your waist as he guides you out, murmuring something about taking you to the temple. You don’t dare to protest. You don’t dare to refuse him.

You have no power here, so you allow him to do whatever he damn well pleases as long as long as it spares you another day on this planet. You don’t know if you even have that luxury. Once at the temple, he leads you to his bedroom at the top floor. Its presence screams opulence like the rest of the temple does. He attempts to make you feel at home, ignoring how rigid you appear, how stiff from fear you are. He sighs in an indulgent way, guiding you to the bed and resting you there as he unbuttons his deep navy top, revealing his toned physique.

“I’m glad you’re cooperating. We don’t want things to get…explosive, do we?” he chuckles, before adding. “Unless it’s in another way, of course.”

You don’t respond as he helps you remove your halter top.

“Would it be too early to call this birthday sex for you?” he teases as he leans in, planting open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck.

“Yes actually—!” He presses his finger to your lips.

“Shush now,” he purrs, kissing up to your chin, “Enjoy the moment. Consider this the best birthday present of all. A night with me.”

You’re not sure you agree.

He rests you on your back, his fists on either side of your head as he peppers little kisses all over your face. Your throat tightens, not enjoying this one bit. Men abusing their power over women is nothing new, no matter what realm of existence, but this is just sickening on another level considering all of what Geto has done and will continue to do because no one can stop it.

“You know,” he says, with that annoying twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “I did keep a pair of your handcuffs back when you were still in the police force. Perhaps we can make use of those.”

You freeze.

“How…do you have it?” you can’t believe you’re asking that question. He has his ways, probably. You don’t need him to elaborate and yet—

—He doesn’t answer as he pries himself off of you and digs through some drawers for those. He returns, twirling them around a finger as he cuffs your wrists to the headboard to ensure no escape.

He moves to slide your slacks off of you, your bare legs meeting the chilly air of his bedroom, which appears devoid of personality and worldly possessions perhaps in an attempt to play up his new persona.

His lips close around your clit, sapping on it with pure, unadulterated need. You choke on a gasp, legs thrashing around him, but he holds you down. He chuckles, tongue flicking against the sensitive little nub full of nerves before gliding it between your folds. The wet muscle laps at your sensitive skin, and Geto hums in delight, teasing the tip of his tongue against your entrance.

“You’re absolutely divine,” he says in a growl, inhaling your natural scent, pushing your legs to your chest. He teases his tongue around the rim of your entrance, and your face is flushed from the shame of it all. You can’t fight him back, and he’s soaking up every minute of this. Treasuring it.

“Geto, I—!”

“—Geto?” he snarls, withdrawing his tongue for a moment. “You call me Suguru here, doll.”

He can’t be fucking serious, but of course he is.

“Suguru, please, I—!” you try to gasp out but you don’t have such luck, you see, the words dying on your tongue.

While he resumes his torment with his tongue, plunging the wet muscle inside and massaging it along your velvety walls. He sighs through his nose in glee as he feels your walls clenching around his tongue. You twitch and jerk, coming in a crescendo before you realize it yourself.

“Gorgeous,” he praises you like a chorus, pinning your spread thighs down. “Look at how you tremble beneath me. It’s where you belong, doll.”

But his torture on your pussy isn’t stopping there. He presses your folds together and rubs them between his fingers, and you utter a little choked whine. He sighs in that indulgent way again, dipping his pinky between your sopping folds and relishing in that sharp gasp of yours.

“So sensitive,” he quips, tone mocking as his pinky circles your clit. “How long has it been, babydoll?”

You refuse to answer that question until you catch the way he frowns. You shouldn’t challenge that at all.

“A-a while,” you stammer, not daring to meet his eyes.!

He tuts at that, slapping your pussy and making you keen. “What a shame.”

He continues to lightly pat your pussy, the slap of skin on skin filling the room, coaxing more fluid to gush out of you.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, drinking in the sight of you putty in his hands against your will. “Need to get you wet enough to take my cock.”

He inserts two slender fingers inside, stretching you, and you wince from the slight burn from the intrusion. Your back involuntarily arches when his fingers rub against that right spot. You hate yourself for this so much, an unbecoming moan escaping your lips.

“Such pretty sounds,” he purrs, “and they’re all for me.”

He coaxes another strong orgasm out of you, pulling his fingers out and licking off your arousal, groaning in approval at your natural taste.

He’s far from satisfied. Of course he’s not.

“Oh,” he groans in delight as his fingers glide along your glistening pussy. “I can’t get enough. It’s as perfect as I hoped.”

His mouth is back on your pussy like he can’t help stealing another meal. He gulps down some of that excess slick gushing out of you. You gasp as you feel his mouth trail down, the tip of his tongue rimming the tight ring of your ass.

“No, Suguru—!” you croak, biting down hard on your lip.

He ignores you, plunging the wet muscle inside with a manic grin. He closes his mouth over your back hole and slurps at you like you’re crab legs, tongue flicking out to catch your cunt juices trickling down there. He takes his time, savoring the taste of you with each pass of his tongue. His tongue plunges back into your ass and you thrash about in your confines; the cuffs secured around your wrists rattling as you do. You don’t have much power, you idly remember. He’s taking what he wants without a shred of shame or remorse.

Yet, you can’t find yourself wholly hating this. He’s entirely focused on your pleasure, which can be viewed as kind, but you know better. You sharply inhale as his tongue digs deeper into your velvety walls, your hips involuntarily inching closer toward him for more friction. Even you can’t deny he’s making it good, at least.

These may be your final moments. You may as well lean into it and enjoy it—even if it’s with a mass murderer. Someone who can snap you in two.

In both the literal and figurative sense.

He lifts his head up to get a view of you, his chin and lips coated in your slick like a gloss. It’s lewd. It’s disgusting. On someone you’re actually attracted to it would have been the opposite effect yet here you are.

He smiles, wide and sinister. His eyes twinkle with mischief and malice—oh, he definitely plans on snapping you in half. Splitting you open on his cock that you see bulging through his pair of slacks. He catches you staring, and grunting, he slips his cock out, bulging and leaking with pre.

Your eyes widen at his size. Of course. Of course it looks like it can rip you apart. You feel yourself shrinking, and him sensing your discomfort, coos at you in that classic condescending way of his as he lines the tip of his cock to your rear entrance as opposed to your front.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the tip breaches that tight ring.

“Shh, it’ll be good, babydoll,” he assures you in a soothing tone that makes him all the crueler. Once the head of his girthy cock is pushed inside, he slowly inches the rest of himself until he’s buried balls deep. He gasps sharply, his body shuddering as he basks in the way your velvety walls already clench desperately around him and he snaps his hips once.

“Suguru…” Fat tears prick the corners of your eyes from the light burn. He snaps his hips again, more methodically, more precise. The third time is when he brushes that right spot and you whine, which has him chuckle darkly in response.

“Good girl,” he groans out through gritted teeth, gradually picking up a brutal, erratic pace. His fair skin glistens from sweat. “Show me how good you feel, and all because of me.”

You don’t have it in you to ignore his requests, if it makes him spare you another day. A chorus of moans slips from your lips as he plunges into that spot again and again, over and over until you come. He doesn’t stop at one, keeping his cock buried deep inside as you continue to clench around him. Warming him up for the next round before he jerks his hips once again before picking up that same, brutal, erratic pace. Soon he finds his hands gripping the headboard as he pistons his cock into you with a deadly precision, much akin to a sniper. The bed rocks with each erratic movement.

He milks you for all your worth just as you do him; he comes inside a few times, and you come after him. You don’t know how long it lasts. It feels like eons until he finally pulls out, his dick now completely flaccid and spent.

“That can’t have been so bad. You looked like you enjoyed yourself,” he chuckles after a period of silence hanging between you. He shuffles around for cleanup supplies, returning with a damp cloth to wipe you down. Soft and slow, and oddly gentle. It feels cruel.

“I can’t wait for this to be a regular thing,” he comments. You say nothing and he frowns.

He looms over you and plants a chaste kiss on your lips.

“It’s nice to reconnect with an old friend, don’t you agree?”

#yandere geto #geto x you #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x you #geto smut #suguru geto smut #erixtales

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sergioguymanproust · 3 months ago

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The mirror in the room ,an open portal to those who live on the other side. Years ago ,somewhere in the Catskills mountains,a location I’m not allowed to divulge for fear of retribution from those energies that can materialize from a parallel dimension that travels next to ours.Well, a young couple bought a cottage with a stream running by their home home ,and a few forested acres . They clean the place and brought their furniture ,among the many things a large mirror ,they had just bought at an antique shop was placed in their bedroom.After they had settled down in the middle of winter ,with snow all around .They noticed at around 3:00AM that a vapor was coming out of the mirror and right after three small beings dressed in green leotards and red pointy hats emerged and begun dancing in a circle ,this went on for several minutes and after one of them looked at his tiny gold watch pulled a tiny whistle and the three of them were engulfed by this mist and jump right back into the mirror.Well, scare off their wits ,they decided to sell it ,but having no luck ,thought of breaking it to pieces and throw it away in a local dumpster where the garbage collector came to pick up trash once a week. Well, they were about to break it when a knock on the door changed everything. A tall man with a top hat dressed in a black topcoat politely asked to come in, and proceeded to explain that he had come for the mirror ,that I f they were to destroy it ,their lives would be ruined for at least the next 25 years . After having a cup of tea to warm up ,the couple felt much relief and gladly gave away that expensive mirror .The funny thing was that as the man took possession of the mirror and started to walk away ,through their living room window saw how the mirror begun to shrink and so the tall man until with a loud bang they disappeared and never saw him again.Folks mirrors are often used as means of connecting two dimensions ,so as a shaman I advice you to never receive a mirror as a gift ,and never give your away.Buying a brand new one guarantees you won’t have any weird experiences ,and if you move into a new abode get rid of any furniture that has a mirror embedded in them. Well, have been forewarned. The rest is up to you ?Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

#the mirror from the Faeries.#unknown photographer #words by sergio guymanproust #credit to the blogger&photographer.#read and enjoy #read and share #faeries and their powers #parallel universe #parallel dimension #never buy an old mirror #A shaman’s advice

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apiswitchcraft · 4 months ago

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understanding norse runes: a historical and modern perspective pt. 3

Sorry it's taken me so long everyone, holidays and school starting back up had me really distracted.

For part 1 click here, for part 2 click here.

ᛏ tiwaz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"Tir is a guiding star, well keeps faith with princes; it is on course over the mists of night, never failing."

NORWEGIAN:

"Tiw is the one-handed member of the Aesir often has the smith to blow."

ICELANDIC:

"Tyr is the one-handed As and leavings of the wolf and king of temples."

INTERPRETATION: Law and order, justice, victory, but victory for the people, not just the individual. Tyr (this rune's namesake), as the god of war, is also a god of the people, much in the same way Ares is. This rune emphasizes self-sacrifice in the name of common good, in order the serve a larger purpose. However, Tyr also embodies the wisdom of the goddess Athena, also a goddess of war. You have to be reliable, hard working, and loyal in order to achieve success, but you also have to have a plan, gather intel, do research. Think about what you did to deserve your successes: it's not just about the end goal, but the path you took too. As a bindrune, this stave can be good for summoning courage and energy needed for change, especially in legal matters. However, if your motivations are not pure, or actions not just, Tyr will just as much take action against you as for you. Use this rune if you need help bolstering your leadership skills, or for reinforcing a position you already have. Take decisive action, assert yourself, and take on obstacles with gusto.

KEY WORDS: Courage, loyalty, justice, wisdom, determination

ASSOCIATIONS: Tyr

ᛒ berkano

ANGLO-SAXON:

"Poplar/Birch bears no fruit, bears without seed suckers, for from its leaves it's generated, splendid are its branches, gloriously adorned its lofty crown, lifting to the sky."

NORWEGIAN:

"Birch is the greenest-leaved of branches; Loki was lucky in his deception."

ICELANDIC:

"Birch is leafy branch and little tree and youthful wood"

INTERPRETATION: Meaning "birch," this rune represents birth and rebirth, especially when created out of very little. New beginnings, or a restart of something old. But just in as much as it can be ascribed to the cycle of life, this rune is also connected to the cycle of death, as they go hand-in-hand. Birch is a hardy tree that grows in cold climates, bracing the bitterest winters to be cut down and used for maypoles at the coming of spring. This stave is especially useful in what is called "feminine" magic: relating to menstruation, birth, protection of young girls, or sensuality. Use Berkano to call upon the power of Frigg during wedding preparations, Freyja during times of courtship, and Hella during times requiring vengeance or after betrayal. Prosperity and beauty are indicated, as well as a nurturing, protective force. Lots of interpretations relate this rune to the Divine Feminine, or the Goddess archetype.

KEY WORDS: Fertility, new beginnings, femininity,

ASSOCIATIONS: Frigg, Freyja, Hella

ᛖ ehwaz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"Horse is a joy to princes in presence of earls, Horse in pride of its hooves, when rich men, mounted, bandy words, and is to the restless ever a comfort."

INTERPRETATION: Relationships and friendship, literally meaning "horse," the interpretation stems from the trust and love between rider and horse. On any journey into the unknown, you should always bring a friend. Mutual trust is important, though, and that takes a good amount of work to achieve. Harmony between to people is indicated, but loss of individuality does not accompany it. Reliability and loyalty are important qualities in this situation, not intolerance or jadedness. This harmony can also be achieved between two unlike things, two opposites: man and woman, physical and psychic, shaman and god. It is a good rune for meditation with the gods, as it can help bridge the gap between the mortal and immortal realms. Because ehwaz means "horse" this rune can also indicate travel or change. A steady and progressive change is underway, and consistency is key to maintain it.

KEY WORDS: Partnership, harmony, travel

ASSOCIATIONS: Sleipnir, Freyr

ᛗ mannaz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"The mirthful man is dear to kinsmen, yet every man must fail his fellow since the will of the Lord dooms that the frail flesh to earth be taken."

NORWEGIAN:

"Man is an augmentation of the dust; great is the claw of the hawk."

ICELANDIC:

"Man is the joy of man and augmentation of the dust and adorner of ships."

INTERPRETATION: Literally meaning "man," mannaz represents the journey towards self-actualization, achieving an internal balance: between mortal and divine, between male and female, between conscious and unconscious. Take responsibility for yourself, and have respect for everything around you: nature, your fellow man, the gods, our ancestors, and your future. This is the stave of humanity, and all the flaws and follies that may accompany it, but recognizing them as inherently Human, and therefore not all that negative. It represents an awakening, like removing the blinders from a horse, so to speak. It addresses question of identity and purpose, one's function in society. However, this rune requires cooperation, for the user not to fight their "destiny" (which is self-made), or to at least not to abandon it. This rune represents the choices a person is constantly presented with, the same choices everyone is presented with, as a collective. It serves as a reminder that we are never alone, and while we are constantly reliant on others, we should also allow others to be reliant on us.

KEY WORDS: Identity, self-actualization, community, humanity

ASSOCIATIONS: Heimdall, Odin-Vili-Ve

ᛚ laguz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"The sea seems interminable to people if they shall venture on rolling ship and the waves of the sea terrify them, and the sea-stallion heeds not its bridle."

NORWEGIAN:

"Water is where a cascade falls from a mountain-side but ornaments are made of gold."

ICELANDIC:

"Water is welling stream and broad kettle and land of the fish."

INTERPRETATION: With the translation being "lake," the laguz rune represents a lot of what the element of water represents: creativity, visions/dreams, emotions, and vital energy (coming from the idea of the Niflheimr). As with the flow of a rushing river, it is safer to go along with the current than to fight it. A period of trials leading to personal growth is indicated, something that will be difficult, but not outright impossible to overcome. It may be that something hidden is soon revealed. You might feel overwhelmed, or quite put upon, but remember that there is nothing wrong with you, and all shall soon come to pass. Representing the essence of life, laguz can have alternative meanings involving birth, reproduction, healing, psychic powers. It's usage in matters involving the female reproductive and menstrual cycle is said to be very powerful.

KEY WORDS: Intuition, femininity, adaptability, emotional depth

ASSOCIATIONS: Nerthus

ᛝ ingwaz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"Ing was first among the East-Danes seen by men, till he to the east over waves went, his wain after ran, thus the Heardings named the hero."

INTERPRETATION: Ingwaz, representing fertility and masculinity, was said to translate to "Yngvi," thought to be another name for Freyr. It is the time before actualization, a period of gestation, in a sense. This is a potent state, a time where you have to have patience, and let things come to be on their own time. Ingwaz is a rune of transformation, of birth and death, of sensuality and love. However, not so much in the same way that Freyja was a goddess of love, but in the way that Freyr could be interpreted as a god of love; which is more about virility and sex than love. However, if your issue does not relate to interpersonal relationships, this is definitely a rune of nature. This is the stave of the farmer, of the father. Look towards the masculine figure in your life for answers, whether they will provide it to you, or are the crux of your issues.

KEY WORDS: Virility, fertility, potential, masculinity,

ASSOCIATIONS: Freyr

ᛞ dagaz

ANGLO-SAXON:

"Day is God's sending, dear to men the great lord's light means mirth and happiness to rich and poor, useful to all."

INTERPRETATION: Meaning "day," this rune represents clarity, awakening, opening the third eye, consciousness, hope and happiness. Often given very little context other than it's interpretation being overall positive, the dagaz rune should be invoked whenever you need a turning point, or clarification. It is the light of day at dawn, that brings recompense to the fearful and retribution against the hateful. It reminds of the cyclical nature of life, as bad times come, so does new hope emerge. New opportunities are being presented to you, basically on a silver platter. When surrounded by other runes, it turns basically a whole reading towards the positive.

KEY WORDS: Awareness, dawn, hope, happiness

ASSOCIATIONS: Day, Odin

ᛟ othala

ANGLO-SAXON:

"An estate is very dear to every man if he may there rightly and peacefully enjoy in the hall frequent harvest."

INTERPRETATION: The rune of the hearth and home, othala means, most literally "ancestral property," which aligns very similarly to the divinatory interpretation. It promises safety and stability, our relatives, our roots. However, it also warns us to not hide behind our pasts, and to be constantly evolving along with the rest of society. At the end of the day, we must always have something to come home to, a strong foundation. But if this foundation is unsteady, like a toxic relationship is, it can harm us more than help us. It represents everything inherited, psychological traits, land, a home, a name, family, a community. It represents the separation between the here and now, and the then and there, between mortal and immortal. For this reason, it can be a rune to represent Odin.

KEY WORDS: Heritage, inheritance, legacy, tradition

ASSOCIATIONS: Odin

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how could it be? the same man who vowed to eradicate every non-sorcerer, the man who hated your kind with a burning passion, had become utterly infatuated with you. he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge it.

you were everything he hated: weak, helpless, oblivious, and dumb. most of all, a non-sorcerer. but you were gorgeous, he thought to himself. he could stare at you all day, yet he cursed himself at the same time for even feeling the slightest hint of attraction towards someone who should be a target.

geto let out a heavy sigh, realizing his attempts to rid himself of these thoughts seemed impossible. it was as if you plagued his mind. he thought maybe if he had his way with you, you would leave his thoughts alone for good.

he found himself staying in discreet places to watch you from afar, eradicating all curses that seemed to get too close to you to protect you. but for once, he allowed one to grasp onto you. just so he could watch you desperately come to his aid like the weak, foolish girl you were.

there you were, standing before him with a curse coiled around your waist. you winced in pain, trembling before him, your voice filled with stress. “please… i came to you because i figured only you could save me, geto-sama. i trust you.”

he was not surprised by the sudden visit. a smug smirk appeared on his face as he took in the sight of you, so vulnerable and helpless. a sense of satisfaction washed over him, knowing you looked up to him as some kind of savior or god.

geto threw his arms out, adjusting his large robes that swayed with every step as he analyzed the curse that had you in its grasp, humming in thought as he got close.

“stay still,” he said bluntly. with that, you felt the pain subside with what seemed like a simple movement of his hand and the sound of him swallowing something unknown to you. you opened your squinted eyes to see him brushing his hands off, a sour expression on his face.

you stood dumbfounded before the monk, unsure whether to break down in tears of joy or maintain your composure. you stuttered, rubbing your hand against the area where the curse had been attached.

geto took a sharp breath before straightening the creases in his robes and looking back at you to speak.

“humans like you don’t possess the ability to rid themselves of these curses. pity, isn’t it?” the monk said.

brought out of your moment of relief from the pain, you asked under your breath, “what do you mean?”

geto let out a small chuckle at your reaction, lazily throwing an arm over your shoulders as he walked you down the hallways of the echoing temple. “what i mean is, you people are the exact reason curses even exist in this world,” he said bluntly. “and yet, here you are, seeking my assistance. but that’s human nature, no? relying on those in higher power when they’re in need.” in these words, his voice softened a bit, almost as if he was sympathizing with you. “the least you can do is thank me, dear, after all, i just saved your life.”

you batted your lashes before looking up at him pressed beside you, his eyes fixed on yours intensely the whole time, the smug expression never leaving his features. you felt your face heat up and looked back down at the floor. “s-surely just a thank you wouldn’t suffice for what you have done for me,” you said shyly.

“ah, what are you implying? that you pay me compensation? impossible!” his free hand shot up, waving dismissively at you, his eyes squinted half-shut as a faux smile appeared on his face, his brows furrowed. “saving you poor non-shamans’ lives is my utmost duty, after all!” geto’s face almost immediately turned to one of anguish and despair, his tone filled with hopelessness, his fist clenched.

“but… i want to repay the kindness you have shown me. i’m in debt to you, aren’t i?” you countered, still not being able to look up at him towering over you.

geto’s expression turned blank a bit too quickly after your statement. he let out a low hum, taking a moment to think before looking back down at you. “well, you’re not wrong about that.” his response was blunt, leaving it for you to finish his thought.

suguru geto wasn’t the sympathetic type. he had never been so patient with a non-sorcerer before, which explained the smears of blood that splattered the walls and the disfigured body of a man whom he had killed for being a measly ¥170 yen off.

a moment of silence hung in the air. his arm extended to the side, bringing his oversized sleeves up enough to check the time displayed on his watch.

“perhaps… i repay you another way?” you suggested, your voice convincing enough, although faint and subdued.

were you trying to seduce him? he would never allow a filthy non-shaman to do such a thing, so why did he like the way it sounded coming from you?

he contemplated your proposal while he shifted to face you completely. his eyes traveled down your body, lingering a little longer on the exposed areas of your skin. “and what exactly are you suggesting?”

your eyebrows lowered at the sight of the large bulge beneath his heavy attire as he sat at the edge of the mattress, his arms supporting his weight as you knelt before him.

geto’s expression was stoic, but his body told a different story. his muscles tensed a bit as you wrapped a gentle hand around the base of his clothed cock. he took it upon himself to undo the okesa meticulously that fell to the floor in a crumpled mess, his cock springing up free at the discarding of his boxers.

your eyes widened at the sight. so thick and girthy, standing tall in front of your eyes. before you could begin anything, he muttered under his breath, “taking our sweet time, hm?” his hands quickly unbuttoned the shirt underneath the okesa, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. he tried to remain composed, but his impatience was clear.

his composure started to falter slightly, lips parted as he looked down at you, his eyes darkened with what seemed like heightening desire. his large hand made its way onto the top of your head, pushing you down without much warning, gagging you immediately, earning a pout from you.

“i know you can do it, pretty girl,” he said, a reassurance you could take all of him. you began to bob your head slowly, tongue dragging along his length, lips sucking softly at his tip, before allowing your head to fall slowly, taking all his length. geto’s attempts at stifling a moan came in vain, the sounds of pleasure leaving his lips like a song. you felt a sticky dampness collecting at your panties the longer this dragged on. geto felt a sense of guilt and disdain at the thought he was allowing a non-sorcerer to pleasure him, but your mouth felt so good, he got lost in it all.

geto’s head leaned back over his broad shoulders, in an attempt to hide how flushed he was getting. sweat beginning to collect at his bangs, he ran a hand through his long, silky hair. his whole body tensed, hands gripping the sheets, causing his veins to become more prominent through his forearms and hands.

a loud grunt escaped from his lips, thighs flexing as your pace quickened, lewd sounds of wet squelching filling the air. it was getting increasingly difficult to remain composed.

“don’t… push it,” he managed to grit out through clenched teeth, the muscles in his arm tensing as he attempted to steady his breathing. the feeling of your mouth was driving him insane, and it was becoming more and more obvious. his dark, heavy-lidded eyes were fixed on you. the sweet sounds of your muffled whimpers, your eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill down, your lips puffy as your mouth engulfed his red, swollen cock.

geto let out a small, shaky breath before the feeling of a gooey substance filled your mouth, and a low, guttural groan escaped geto’s lips as you halted your movements. he tilted his head back once more, his hair messy and stuck to his skin. his cum, white and sticky, coated his tip like some kind of glaze, dripping down his softening length slowly.

the two of you stayed in silence for some time, except for the sounds of your labored breathing lingering.

“geto-sama… my debt?” you finally whispered beneath your breath.

suguru, still attempting to gain back some semblance of composure, replied gravelly, “hm, i’ll dismiss you of compensation just this time,”

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cusackswhitehair · 27 days ago

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Can i have some stinky pengvin?

Can i have Dratula HCs?

//Desc: FINALLY A DRATULA ASK!!🙏🙏 My day—no, my whole existence is complete, good mornink complete life. Dratula has to be up in the top five of my favorite characters, who could hate such a straight-forward amd honest man. He is Dratula and there is absolutely nothing you can do about that. His halloween animation effects are especially charming, (also I just HEAR how much Vinny enjoyed himself voicing this fine nobleman ) He has never done anything wrong in his life guys…thanks for requesting and enjoy some STRONK headcanons!💪💪 \\

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 🩸 Dratula General Headcanons 🌹 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

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Dratula — being the overly vigorous man that he is, enjoys a lot of vampire media. He’s got it all and he can ( and will ) tell you all about it, his books, reports about real sightings. His personal favorite are old Dracula films, he wishes to know who Dracula is, sounds like a phony, he only knows Dratula. He held Bela Lugosi’s name on such a high pedestal, that he started to speak with a broken transylvanian accent, which only made him even more…peculiar, and resulted in numerous meltdowns from Froggy. “You are not transilvanian, so quit it!!” “OF COURSE, I AM NOT. I AM DRATULA.” “This is hopeless!”

Insecure about his penguinness, which we don’t speak about ( he just has…lopsided feet, okay?! ) Dratula has tried around a couple different methods to hide his tappy little feet. Shoes were immediately out of the question, no matter how stylish he tried to be, they always ended up looking ridiculous on him. He also went to a particular wise man around the Uncanny Streets, hoping to turn his feet normal. The Shaman only made himself disappear and reappear and it made Dratulas’ head hurt, ineffective.

When he finds an individual worthy of his grace and affection,( easier than you think ) Dratula will bring them rocks as prized presents, hold flippers—uhm! Hands with them and help the person preen themselves, showing his deep commitment to them, like all penguins—feared vampires would.

Speaking of affection, Dratula is highly oblivious to all romantic appriaches or signs, so if you expect him to take a hint or initiate, please don’t. “VHO IS THIS HUNK YOU MENTION NIGHT AND DAY? I AM DRATULA.”

Dratula enjoys a sense of routine and tidiness, the castle of his mind stays unoccupied and neat. He cleans his (absolutely non-suspicious) trench coat every three days otherwise he would start to find it uncomfortable and itchy.

His face of paper can infact be stolen off of his head, not sure why anybody would do that! His face is easily detachable, just a matter of your fingers and the loose-hanging tape. Dratula will find this a mortal punishment for whatever he has done. He doesn’t go blind obviously, and God knows what is under that piece of paper, but he will act like an average person with glasses in a cartoon, basically non-functional without it.

While he does hear people’s thoughts, ( it is unknown how this would correlate with his vampireness ) he will only really hear the one’s that would offend him later, he has quite selective hearing!

To get more and more submerged in the culture, Dratula often reads books from the victorian era, ones that sing about the otherworld and such. The only problem is that Dratula has quite a hard time understanding such documents from that time, he will brag about it nontheless. He also likes to write letters, don’t expect no booty-calls from Dratula! Only a letter through pidgeon post, with an adorable stamp, velvety red seal and golden thread. He really tries in this regard.

Dratula is a rather open book, this attribute of his often turns to a dangerous amount of naivity. It’s not a rare sight that Froggy or Coral Glasses have to drag him out of shady scenarios.

When cold, Dratula will crane his neck in and huddle up against anybody to stay warm, anybody who would let him of course. Froggy is obviously indifferent about it, Coral Glasses’ frame is just too small to lean on. “Y’know…sometimes I just really think, you sure do be acting just like a penguin—“ “VHAT!? A VHAT!? HOV DARE YOU!”

#dratula #ena dratula #dratula ena #ena dream bbq #ena joel g #joel g ena #joel g #ena coral glasses #froggy ena #i need him #ena fanfic #requests are open #request #general headcanons

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rowrory · 2 years ago

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FAVORITES

Want fics that don't just revolve around smut? Read these!

Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd

GOJO SATORU

Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)

Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”

You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”

You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.

Some time later, you realise you love him.

Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!

gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)

Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.

Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there

Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.

And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT

take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)

Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.

Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.

"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."

"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.

"This will be easy," they said.

They were wrong.

Notes: Read trigger warnings first

watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)

Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name.

Not necessarily in that order.

Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so

all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)

Summary: Curse user.

The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.

And it just so happens you come from a family of them.

Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.

Notes: in love with this

among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)

Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.

—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)

Notes: i love angst

the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)

Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.

You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.

Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this

5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)

Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.

Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.

Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this

Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)

Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.

You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.

Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part

FUSHIGURO TOJI

(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)

Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”

You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.

“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”

Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there

BAKUGO KATSUKI

what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)

Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.

She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.

Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore

MIYA ATSUMU

WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)

Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.

(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)

Notes: lovelovelove

You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)

Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.

You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.

Life is really funny like that, isn't it?

Notes: 10/10

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)

Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.

Rule breached?

Assisted Trespassing.

While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.

In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.

And possibly something more.

Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)

Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.

You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.

You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.

And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.

Notes: i love alkhale so much

LEVI ACKERMAN

1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)

Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"

Notes: lovette

Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)

Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.

You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.

Notes: one of my fav fics of levi

BUCKY BARNES

Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)

Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.

You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty

Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.

In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.

This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.

Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!

STEVE ROGERS

The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.

The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?

Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN

LOKI

A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)

Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.

Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.

Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!

KLAUS MIKAELSON

descent — tothelakes (wattpad)

Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.

Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.

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The more I think about the Elden Ring DLC after my second playthrough of it the more I hate that I noticed too many things that frustrate me in the lore. Not to be a hater on main but I feel the urge to note these down to think about it more later.

- the whole radahn situation. the fight design and the fact that it's the boss we've fought already sucks bonkers. But the fact that it lacks a proper buildup in a narrative and feels random as fuck is what really frustrates me. Feels like retconing. Am I watching Bleach again? Why tf the character who was dead and whose story had an ending is bringed back. The war festival felt like an ending to his plotline and it was fitting. "Miquella saw kindness in him" in a WARLORD?

- Miquella's actions make no sense. Why to bring a bunch of people into the Lands of Shadow. Why charm them if he planned to discard his great rune anyway. These people are not helping. They're just confused. And it's not like Miquella needed help in the first place? What's the point of crosses. Why are they in random places. Why is the one in the Shadow Keep and everyone there is ok with it. If the crosses are in random places bc Miquellla was travelling and searching for the truth about Marika, why is there no cross in the Shaman Village then 💀 it would make sense especially given all the parallels between Marika's and Miquella's ascension.

- if Miquella was obsessed with Radahn all this time he feels not very smart to say the least. Like, the whole scheme of counting on someone to find Mohg and kill him - what are the odds someone would do that. Why cocooning himself in the Haligtree. Why not to help his sister after she nuked Caelid. How did Malenia miss Miquella's kidnap or she knew about the scheme all along. Idk

- what exactly is a Scadutree. "Scadutree is the shadow of the Erdtree". Ok thanks

- the perfumers are growing minor erdtrees in two places DLC and one of them is the Shadow Keep and there's no lore behind it thanks for nothing I guess. When I discovered it, it felt important af 😭

- Torrent? Why the official art showed us that he belonged to Miquella. I hoped to learn more

- love how we use the kindling to burn down the sealing tree only to find out that other Miquella's followers got there before us somehow. Messmer is rolling in his grave

- I wish there was more Godwyn lore. Now the whole Castle Sol situation feels stupid and makes no sense, the mausoleums, etc.

- Romina. I know everyone adores her design but she's so lacking of context to me that I can't really like her. Who is she, what is she doing there why is she guarding the entrance to endgame area.

My main problem with the dlc lore is that I always liked how Fromsoft kept this balance of known/unknown - they gave us little info but enough to be INTRIGUED and speculate further. And as with dlc lore...some of this stuff is so random and has no ties to the things we already know about - too much of unknown - that i don't want to even invest my thoughts into trying to figure this stuff out bc I know that I won't come even close to the truth.

But still the best game I've played this year, 12/10, will replay 10 times, love it

#vlada plays #elden ring

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mac-tirs · 9 months ago

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Marika, Morgott, Mohg, and the Cycle of Trauma

Marika's hatred of Omens and rejection of Morgott and Mohg makes so much more sense in the context of Shadows of the Erdtree. It completely tracks that she would hate them; she spent her entire life before the Order persecuted and having her people killed and mutilated at the whims of the Hornsent, brutalised into jars for some unknown purpose. The many flesh-jar people that you fight in the dlc are probably all that's left of Marika's people, since it's said that the shamans were completely wiped out around the time Marika ascended to godhood and planted the minor erdtree near her old village. With this in mind, it makes sense that she hates the Hornsent in the Shadow Lands and the Omens in the Lands Between, even though it doesn't justify her scorn towards Morgott and Mohg, and likely why the death of Godwyn led her to finally abandoning her Order.

I feel like Godwyn's assassination was the catalyst for Marika finally acting on her doubts of her Order; Godwyn, her perfect son that was completely curseless (unlike Morgott, Mohg, Miquella, Malenia, Messmer, and possibly Melina) and of her own flesh rather than technically Radagon's (unlike Radahn, Ranni, and Rykard), being murdered probably caused her to finally see how her Golden Order failed– that her Order had become as despotic and cruel and ruthless as the Hornsent's regime in the Shadow Lands, and how rife with corruption her kingdom had become due to the divide between those with grace and the graceless. She likely shattered the Elden Ring because she knew the only way to rebuild the world her Order ruined was through destroying it first to build it better again, and she knew that the best people to accomplish this would be the ones whom her grace had spurned so long ago: the Tarnished.

I also think that she was leading the Tarnished to the Erdtree not for the Age of Fracture, the ending you get if you just reattach Marika's head to her body and become Elden Lord. I think she was gambling on the possibility of a Tarnished meeting others outside of the Order that could lead the world on a better path; I don't think she anticipated that it'd be the path of the Seedbed Curse or the Duskborn or the Frenzied Flame, but I think she was desperate enough for radical change that she was prepared to pay any cost.

Going back to her treatment of Morgott and Mohg, this realisation that her Order failed is probably why they both received their Great Runes. I don't actually think the demigods cannibalised the Elden Ring, like how the game makes you think. Like, I don't think that Radahn strolled in there and took a piece of the Elden Ring, or anyone else like Rykard and Godrick for that matter, but I do think that Marika bestowed it upon them knowing that she set in motion a plan to have all of her demigod children slain, as they're the only people that can truly stand as the final defence against her Tarnished champions. It would make sense that this was her intention, because it would also explain a bit why Ranni and Miquella eventually got rid of their own great runes: Ranni because she wanted nothing to do with the Order, and Miquella because he needed to cleanse himself of all of the previous Order to welcome his new Age of Compassion.

With this in mind, I think that her giving Morgott and Mohg their own Great Runes was both an admission and an execution. It's an admission that she was wrong and that she shouldn't have shunned them, in the form of her finally acknowledging them as her trueborn children (as well as the Erdtree's favour for Morgott as a final mercy at the end of his life, as the one who wanted it the most out of all of them). But it's also an execution in the sense that she is putting them in the line of fire to die at the hands of the Tarnished to be sure that the Tarnished will remain unchallenged as they introduce this new order and this new age as Elden Lord.

It's simultaneously gracious and ruthless, which I think is the perfect depiction of Marika's dual nature. Not even as Marika-Radagon, but as Marika herself: she can be as gracious as she is ruthless and vice versa, which is one of the most compelling aspects of Marika to me. Her grace and favour comes at a steep cost, and out of all of the demigod children, Morgott and Mohg probably paid it the most.

#just some thoughts #marika is one of the most flawed characters of this game #and it really shows in the children she left behind #marika #marika the eternal #morgott #morgott the omen king #mohg #mohg lord of blood #elden ring #elden ring lore #shadows of the erdtree spoilers #omenboys #elden ring rambles

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maarrgarr · 2 years ago

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The Unknown Heir

part one

masterlist of the Unknown Heir

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, mentions of unprotected sex, some plot changes.

Two years. Two years and something more had passed since you left, since you left him. And also since the light of your life was born, your little baby.

And now you were returning to the place you once considered home, to the Tokyo Metropolitan Magic Technical College. Where you had met wonderful people and some not so wonderful, but above all, where you met the love of your life, the father of your child, the strongest shaman, Gojo Satoru.

You and Satoru had met at that school, but you both knew of each other's existence long before. You were the heir to the Mochizuki clan, one of the four great jujutsu clans. Therefore he knew you and obviously you knew the heir of the Gojo clan, the heir of the six eyes.

Your family had always been shitty. They were nothing but self-centered, murderous old men, who had raised you to be the best, and you were, being classified as a special class shaman.

Unfortunately, your clan, besides being known for its powerful cursed technique, had a reputation that some members could fall into madness, and your greatest fear was always that, and one of the reasons why you left without a trace.

You and Gojo didn't like each other very much at the beginning, or well, actually you didn't like him and his constant flirtations with you very much. Who you did like from the beginning was Shoko Leiri, and Satoru's best friend, Geto Suguru. The betrayal of the latter was another reason why you left.

You and Satoru started out as rivals with benefits, and then friends with benefits. Until feelings arose between the two of you, and after some back and forth, you became a couple.

Good sex was something that was never lacking between you. You both knew each other perfectly well, you knew what the other liked and didn't like. And it is also worth mentioning that you were quite careless, sometimes you took care of each other and sometimes you got carried away by passion and he ended up cumming inside you. And that's how you ended up pregnant by Gojo Satoru.

You remembered the day you found out like it was yesterday, your best friend, Shoko, was the only one who knew. But, even though she tried to convince you to tell Satoru and that everything was going to be fine, the anguish you felt not knowing what to do, overcame you, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

You were so tired of your family, which had pressured you and mistreated you psychologically all your life. Your best friend, who you considered a brother, had betrayed you; and now this, you were pregnant and you didn't know how Gojo was going to react. You both loved each other deeply and you knew it, but at the same time you were so immature, and, although you didn't say it openly, you were so broken by Suguru's betrayal. There was no way they could take care of a baby, which was a huge responsibility.

So one night, you got up from the bed you shared with your boyfriend, as tears fell from your eyes you left a soft kiss on his forehead, grabbed the suitcase you had assembled earlier and without saying anything to him you left the room. You approached the room where the little Fushiguru siblings were sleeping, and gave a little kiss to Megumi and another to Tsumiki, and wished them eternally a good life. You left a letter on the table that only said: "I'm gone, don't look for me", and you left.

Before leaving for the country you had planned, you went to say goodbye to Ieiri, who was probably awake at the time, and she was. When she opened the door and saw you standing there with suitcase in hand, it did not cost her much to decipher what your decision had been, "Are you sure?" she asked you and you could only nod your head, because you really were not sure, "Please take care of him and do not mention anything about the pregnancy" was what you asked her before leaving, both knew who you were referring to. Shoko didn't judge you because she didn't know what it felt like to be in your place, so she just let you go, but she made you promise to keep in touch with her and you did

The pregnancy was quite complicated. You were in a new country, where you knew no one, so you were alone, alone with a baby inside you. Coming from a powerful clan, you had enough money, at least to be able to stabilize yourself and live comfortably for several months. But obviously you weren't going to sit around waiting until you ran out of money, so you went out looking for a job, you were very lucky in that respect. You met a very nice lady who owned a real estate agency and she gave you a job there.

Everything was going well, but you missed your friends so much and mainly, Satoru. You missed everything about him, his kisses, caresses and even his jokes that drove you crazy. There were many times when you wondered if you should go back and tell him everything, but you were afraid.

So several months later your son, Mochizuki Ryusei, was in your arms. It had been a bit of a complicated delivery but you managed. To your bad, or good, luck, Ryusei looked just like his father, the same color hair and eyes.

He had inherited, apparently, the power of the six eyes and, therefore, the unlimited curse technique, which made you a little uneasy.

Your son was the future heir of the Gojo clan, although no one knew it.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jujutsu gojo #satorugojo #satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n

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Goblin Shaman

3D model for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion Remastered

Artist Unknown

#the elder scrolls #tes #art #concept art #fantasy #oblivion #oblivion remastered #goblin

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acesw · 1 year ago

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Reverse: 1999 : Disabled Characters

The game doesn't stray too far on the neurodivergent allegory for the arcanists themselves. But at the same time, there are also inclusions of other characters who are very much known to be disabled. So for this post I'll delve into that, just a bit.

Now, there are 10 characters that I want to put in the spotlight. These mostly lean towards being canon, but a part of these are also researched upon and shortened so the post doesn’t become way too long.

Cristallo, Rabies, Erick : Chronic Illness

It's quite self explanatory that Cristallo herself has a chronic illness. She was born prematurely, with an added condition that makes her physically fragile. As seen in the game, she needs a life-support system to maintain her health when she's outside. It's also implied that her condition may be a recurrent cancer, as her arcane abilities are tied to a machine that provides cobalt therapy, a known advancement in radiotherapy in the post-WWII era.

Rabies is an odd case. In his stories, it's noted that Adam cured Alicia through unknown means at the cost of contracting rabies himself. However, instead of the virus being acute and guaranteed to be fatal, it becomes a chronic illness to Rabies due to the abundance and use of arcanum. And since the rabies virus attacks the brain, his cognitive capabilities and ability to recall things before the present had been impaired, making him rather docile and animal-like in nature as a result.

Erick, as revealed in her anecdote, has a hereditary blood condition that came with her arcane skill. With her arcane skill making her physically powerful, overusing it will accelerate the effects of her blood condition to the point that it can become fatal. To prevent this, she also inherited an armband from her grandfather, Harald. The armband suppresses one's ability to use arcane skills, but by extension it also prevents Erick's condition getting worse.

Shamane : Amputee

Shamane's circumstances are also self-explanatory. He lost his arm for unknown reasons, but after having lived without it for 20 years, it doesn't bother him anymore. However as we know, he crafted his prosthetic arm as a means to avoid scaring kids. (which I think is quite cool in itself)

Ms. Radio, Bessmert : Blindness

Ms. Radio and our new friend, Bessmert, are both canonically blind. Ms. Radio has stated that she cannot see, and asks Vertin to left in places where she can feel temperatures to make her feel at peace.

And as we know, Yenisei (or in other words, Yenisei's VA) has stated in the 1.6 livestream that Bessmert is known to be blind, but even with that, she's a great researcher and guide to her.

Mesmer Jr. : OCD [Content Warning: Mentions of Self Harm and Suicide.]

Mesmer Jr.'s character has heavily implied throughout the main story and her own to have OCD as a result of the traumatic experiences she had gone through from her field of work and her family’s history in it. She identifies that she has "incurable" anxiety, which causes her to think differently about arcanists and act a little irrationally from our own perspective. This anxiety results in double checking everything and having a slightly intensive routine.

This routine is created as a means to maintain herself and her own sanity, but an imbalance or interruption can greatly upset her. As a result, she has conflicting ideals, experiences hallucinations and panic attacks, has suicidal thoughts, and actively inflicts self harm as a means to cope with her anxiety. However, she’s calmer and at peace with herself when she's left alone in a quieter and clean space, away from others, and where nature is heard more than constant buzzing. In short, Mesmer Jr.’s mental health is really complex and would be better if it's explored in a separate post.

Baby Blue : Alice in Wonderland syndrome

It's no secret that Baby Blue has Alice in Wonderland syndrome, or in other words dysmetropsia. This affects her perception of reality and her ability to recall, but this in turn makes her arcane abilities all the more powerful. As a result, she doesn't realize that she's growing up, yet it seems she doesn't mind that much. This doesn't seem to affect her physically either; In fact, it has a heavy influence on how she displays her arcane skills.

Poltergeist : Social Anxiety

Poltergeist has been known to be anxious in social settings which conflicts with her people-pleasing tendencies. She's also insecure about herself which adds up to her not wanting to be directly perceived. At the same time, she doesn't like being left alone as a result of having been ignored and forgotten post mortem. Poltergeist is also elaborate (i.e. not wanting to be looked at for too long) yet awkward at the same time when communicating them.

However, I'm not sure how to describe Poltergeist's case quite well, but the idea of her having social anxiety resonates greatly in my mind, so it can be treated as a partial headcanon.

Balloon Party : Autism and Speech Impairment

However, it might have also affected her speech because of the physical strain that comes from coughing, it results to BP's speech being a bit slow and having abnormal pauses before she speaks again. Though, this also might be a sign of her possibly also having autism, where rigid and uneven language development is a common pattern in how autism affects one's ability in communication. Her speech also has a pattern of echolalia, having a flat tone, and lack of control of it.

However, speech impediment isn't everything about autism, and there's a lot more about BP's character that also connects with it such as her special interests. I can better explore this in a different post, which will be explained below.

Last Notes

These are the characters I’ve written down, most of these are less headcanon and more of observations I’ve found when looking into these characters. Some people from the lore chat have also added their own insights on some of them. (Thank you lupjo for beta-reading through it and helping me out)

Of course, there are a few more characters I want to discuss because of the implications of them having autism / ADHD, but these will be written in another post in the future because I still need to research and gather other information. Additionally, it would be an opportunity to talk about the connections between an arcanist’s and neurodivergent person’s relationships with modern society.

Congrats for reaching the bottom of this post, and feel free to add your own ideas or headcanons about the characters here and/or any other ones.

#reverse 1999 #cristallo reverse 1999 #erick reverse 1999 #rabies reverse 1999 #shamane #mesmer jr #baby blue reverse 1999 #poltergeist reverse 1999 #balloon party reverse 1999 #i still have difficulty explaining these things #time to disappear for months again

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From Heartbreak to Harmony

Neytiri x F!Omatikaya!Reader x Jake

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Hurt to comfort, tsaheylu, major character death, yall... (Y/n) gots alot of friggin kids. Also 4 releases in one weekend?? Holy crap.

"Okay let's go through them again." Grace said as she started showing Jake pictures of important members of the clan.

"Mo'at the dragon lady." Jake says and Grace changes the image. "Eytucan." Jake says and Grace rolls her eyes.

"Eytukan. He's the clan leader, and she's the spiritual leader. Like a shaman." Grace tells him and shows him the next.

"Su'tey." Jake says.

"Tsu'tey." Grace corrects him.

"Tsu'tey." Jake corrects himself.

"He's the high warrior." Grace tells him and shows the next picture.

"Neytiri and (Y/n)." Jake says as he takes the tablet and looks at the picture closer.

"Of course those are the two you get right." Norm says exasperated.

"Hey focus." Grace warns Jake when she sees he's about to argue with Norm. "Neytiri is the next clan leader and (Y/n) is the next Tsahík. They become a mated pair." Grace says and Jake seems confused.

"But how will they produce the next of their line?" Jake asks and Norm decides to flaunt his knowledge.

"It's not unheard of for the leaders of the clan to have a third mate." Norm tells Jake and leans against the hand rails. "Which you would know if you had any knowledge of their customs."

"Well who has a date with both of the future clan leaders?" Jake says cheekily and Norm throws his hands up.

"C'mon man that doesn't count-" Norm says and Grace shushes them both.

"Link now. Village life starts early." She says and leans over Jake after he lays down. "Don't do anything overly stupid." Jake doesn't respond as he shuts the lid over himself. When he opens his eyes he finds a pair of eyes staring back at him.

"Come JakeSulì. I will redress your wound." You tell him and he's quick to get out of his hammock. He follows behind you getting a better look at his surroundings now that it's daytime. When you get to the healer's area you gesture for him to sit and he does as asked. You sit across from him and take his old dressings off. He watches you as you apply a salve to his wound and can't help but admire your features. Your bioluminescent freckles aren't visible in the daylight but their pattern is still captivating.

"So, you're promised to Neytiri huh?" Jake asks trying to make conversation. You look up at him and nod.

"We have been courting since we were 14 cycles. I was chosen as tsakarem at 16 cycles, and she was chosen to be the next Olo'eyktan." You tell him and he nods. You back away from him after you're finished and wash your hands off in a bowl of water and dry them off. "Come. We will eat first meal and Neytiri will take you to start your training." He gets up and follows behind you again. You squat down and so does Jake, then not long after Neytiri joins the two of you. It's quiet as the three of you eat.

After you were all finished eating Neytiri planted a kiss on the top of your head and dragged Jake behind her. You smiled softly as you watched her drag the odd uniltìranyu with her.

Later in the day Neytiri and Jake showed up and Mo'at excused you. You followed Neytiri as she led the small group into the forest. When you walked into the treeline you took a deep breath and ran your hands over a few tree trunks. Eywa's voice danced around you and your companions as she led the three of you on an unknown path. Neytiri finally stopped and sat down on a thick tree branch and you sat down next to her. You allowed your fingers to glide over the moss covering the tree bark and you smiled.

"I had (Y/n) join us to help with teaching you our language and to teach you about Eywa." Neytiri tells Jake who nods.

It had been a few months since Jake had started his training and you started to contemplate something. You were going to propose the idea of Jake being your and Neytiri's third mate. He is strong and once he started learning you found him intelligent and a quick learner. Though his reluctance to believe in the Great Mother was a questionable quality to you. Neytiri believed him ready to tame an ikran, but you voiced that you didn't think that to her. Your concern is he didn't want to learn about Eywa. She told Tsu'tey he was ready anyways and had him take him along with the other ready warriors and hunters.

When they returned and Jake had tamed an ikran you started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something was about to happen but you had no idea what it could possibly be. There were so many things going on in your world right now that it could be anything from an attack by the sky demons, to someone close to you dying again. Mo'at spent the better part of the evening helping to ease your growing concern. But the Great Mother had never lied to you before, so you would not start questioning her now. That night you prepared yourself spiritually for whatever it might be.

The next morning you woke up early and went to prepare healing supplies for the day with Mo'at. After first meal you sat working quietly when your curiosity got the best of you.

"Have you seen Neytiri this morning? I would like to suggest our third mate to her before we present him to you." You say and Mo'at clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

"I have not seen Neytiri today. She was not in her hammock either. I thought she might have slept in here after last night festivities, but she was not here either." Mo'at says and you got the same gut feeling that you had the night prior.

"What if what I am sensing has to do with Neytiri?" You ask Mo'at and her head shoots up to look in your eye.

"It is a possibility. We all return to the Great Mother when the time is right." Mo'at says and you nod.

"I am aware, but my fear exists in having to be given a new mate. I have fallen in love with Neytiri." You tell her and she places a hand on your arm.

"Tsu'tey is in love with Sylwanin. It is why he refused to be chosen to be the third mate. However, if it must happen he knows he is the first choice to take Neytiri's place." Mo'at says. "For both Olo'eyktan and as your mate. He holds the right to refuse our choice, as you do." It seems like she is going to continue speaking when you hear Tsu'tey shouting in the main area. You and Mo'at look at eachother then go to investigate. His hunting party returned early from their outing and you frown.

"Tsu'tey, what is the meaning of this?" You ask him and he looks over at you.

"The demons have destroyed the Tree of Voices. They flattened them to the ground and left nothing of them behind." Tsu'tey says and your hands fly to your mouth. A startled cry erupts from your throat.

"Neytiri might have been showing them to Jake now that he is one of The People." You told Mo'at quietly and you see a short moment of fear cross her features.

"We must stay here. Soon it will be your time to take my place in deciding to take action to war. You must learn to make this decision, ma'ite." Mo'at says and you bow your head in understanding. The proceedings were intense but there was no opposition to going to war with the demons. Tsu'tey was celebrating the preparation of war when Jake and Neytiri emerged from the crowd. You felt relief flood your body when you saw Neytiri was okay, so you made your way to her. But her scent was off. She did not smell just of herself but Jake as well and you took a step away from her. Tsu'tey shoved Jake to the ground and Neytiri pushed him away, and you knew.

"You mated with this woman?" Tsu'tey asked as he cast his eyes to you, who stood nearby.

"Is this true?" Mo'at asked angrily as she came forward. Neytiri looked like a child who had just gotten caught doing something they weren't supposed to do.

"We are mated before Eywa. It is done." Neytiri says in finality and you wrap your arms around yourself. Mo'at pulls you into her arms when she senses your sadness well up within you.

"Ma'tiyawn, we wanted you to come with us but we could not find you." Neytiri says as she tries to come to you but you put your hand up to silence her.

"You have made me the third." You tell her and her ears pinned back. "If you had both waited until this morning I was going to speak with you privately about taking him as our third. However, you have now disrespected my placement on our mating by doing this." You tell her and Neytiri looks close to tears and Jake is looking at you with eyes full of hope.

"Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite, because of this you can never be Olo'eyktan. Your actions have shown impatience and impulsive behavior, which cannot be tolerated from a leader." Mo'at says. "(Y/n) will remain tsakarem and Tsu'tey will become her Olo'eyktan and mate should he accept." Mo'at speaks in an authoritative tone and she looks at Tsu'tey.

"I accept." Tsu'tey says as he makes eye contact with you. Jake speaks up after all of this is declared.

"Tsu'tey, brother. Do not attack the sky people. Many Omatikaya will die if you do." Jake says and Tsu'tey pulls out his knife.

"You are NOT my brother!" Tsu'tey attacks Jake only for Jake to throw him off balance.

"And I am not your enemy! The real enemy is out there and they are very powerful!" Jake says. "I can talk to them."

"No more talk!" Tsu'tey yells as he charges forward to try to attack Jake again but he sidesteps his attack and only sustains a cut. Tsu'tey tries to stab Jake again only for Jake to stop his arm, punch him across the jaw, knees him in the chest, then punches him directly in his nose. You gawk at the fighting style as it is foreign to you and you immediately recognize that this man is far more trained than most of your clan.

"I am Omatikaya. I am one of you. And I have the right to speak." Jake says. "I have something to say... to all of you." Jake pauses and grimaces. "The words are like stones in my heart." He finishes in the demon language.

Grace drops to the ground and you run to her side and start looking over her for any wounds.

"Grace!" Neytiri yells and drops to her knees on her other side.

"Oh no. Look I was sent here to-" Jake says in a rushed manner then promptly falls to his knees. Tsu'tey takes this as an opportunity and lifts Jake's head up with his knife to Jake's throat.

"You see? It is a demon in a false body." Tsu'tey says and Neytiri pounces on his back and throws him away from Jake's still body. He directs his knife toward her and she stands over Jake protectively with hers drawn as well. You exhale and walk back to the healer's area to continue preparations. Some time later Jake and Grace are awake again and Mo'at gathers you to stand beside her.

"Ma'Eytukan! I have something to say." Jake says hurriedly and Grace joins his side.

"Listen to him." She says.

"Speak JakeSulí." Eytukan says and Jake takes a deep breath.

"A great evil is upon us. The sky people are coming to destroy Hometree!" Jake says and Mo'at becomes concerned. "Tell 'em they're gonna be here soon." He says to Neytiri and she translates for Eytukan.

"Are you certain of this?" Mo'at asks.

"Look, they sent me here to learn your ways. So that one day I could deliver this message and you'd believe it." Jake says and you glare at him.

"What are you saying Jake? That you knew this would happen?" Neytiri asks him and he hesitates.

"Yes. Look, at first it was just orders. But then I fell in love. With the forest and with the Omatikaya people. And with you and (Y/n)." Jake says and Neytiri looks like she's holding back tears.

"I trusted you." Neytiri says as she starts to back away from him.

"With you and (Y/n)!" Jake continues to try and calm her but she's angry. She continues to yell at him until she finally walks away from him. Eytukan looks at both yours and Neytiri's sad expressions and turns to the warriors.

"Bind them!" Eytukan says and everything became a blur after that. Grace and Jake were dragged out of Hometree and you stayed with Mo'at inside. After an hour or so you heard the sound of the sky demons machines outside. A few moments later a metal canister flew through the entrance of Hometree. It released smoke that caused your eyes to water so to protect the children and mothers you started telling them to run for the trees. Then they started shooting at Hometree. The explosions throw you off of your feet and you try to push through and get out of Hometree. You're stopped a little ways away from Hometree by Eytukan.

"You must go! Run for the forest!" Eytukan says but he quickly throws you behind him and a massive explosion throws you both off of your feet. When you make contact with the ground your head hits it hard and everything goes dark.

You wake up to the sound of fire and someone shouting for the father. You take notice of Eytukan a short way away and run to his side as best as you can.

"Ma'Eytukan... I'm so sorry. I should have gotten up sooner." You cry as you look over the piece of wood that's straight through his chest.

"Ma'ite. Lead the people wisely." Eytukan says as he takes off his headpiece and hands it to you and you cry harder.

"Ma'sempul!" You finally recognize the voice as Neytiri's as she finds you both. She cries out as she joins you by his side.

"Ma'ite, protect the people." Eytukan says as he hands Neytiri his bow. When she has a good hold on it his arm goes slack. Neytiri falls into hysterical crying and you wrap an arm around her shoulder as you sob quietly next to her.

"Neytiri! (Y/n)!" You hear Jake searching for both you and his mate, but you can't bring yourself to look up at him. He stumbles into the small clearing you're in and he drops to his knees on Eytukans other side. He looks over the beloved Olo'eyktans dead body and he reaches over to set one hand on Neytiri's neck and takes one of your hands in his.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Jake says trying to console both of you.

"Get away." Neytiri says through sobs but her sadness quickly turns to anger. "Get away! Get away from here, never come back." She takes Jake's place and cradles her father's body in her arms as she continues to cry. Jake looks on like he's lost and turns then leaves. You put on the headpiece that Eytukan gave you and quietly follow Jake. He collapses and you check him over to make sure he wasn't wounded but find he's alright. You leave your leather pouch full of fresh water on his chest and run off to follow the rest of the clan to the Tree of Souls.

The next couple of days are filled with sadness as the clan mourns the loss of the Olo'eyktan and Hometree. However, the days following Toruk Maktos return are chaotic. War breaks out as 15 clans come together to rid the world of the demons. In the war, you lost your second promised mate and you feel lost.

After a new Hometree is found a new Olo'eyktan is chosen, and it's Toruk Makto himself. Mo'at refused to allow her daughter the title because of her past actions. During the time of rebuilding Jake and Neytiri approached you.

"I meant what I said before the destruction of the original Hometree. I want to be mated with both of you because I am in love with you. The passion and love your eyes held when you taught me about Eywa and helped teach me the language. It made you even more beautiful than you already are. Please join us in our mating?" Jake says and he offers you his tswin and Neytiri offers hers as well. Your breathing becomes shallow as you look from the eyes to their tswin's presented to you. You feel tears start to fall from your eyes and Jake uses his free hand to wipe them away. You take a deep breath and present your tswin to them. The three groups of nerve endings dance until they all bond together. You wrap one arm around Jake's waist and the other around Neytiri's shoulders. The intimacy quickly changes from gentle and comforting, to aroused and complete.

Months later you welcome your first son into the world as Neteyam te Sulí Tsyeyek'itan, right after little Kiri te Sulí Kìreysì'ite born from Grace's avatar, then Neytiri brought Lo'ak te Sulí Tsyeyek'itan. Many cycles later both you and Neytiri brought one more child each. She gave birth to Tukitery te Sulí Neytiri'ite, and you were blessed with another boy, on the same day as Neytiri welcomed Tuk, you welcomed Tomis te Sulí Tsyeyek'itan. Blessed was the only word you would use to describe your life now as you watched your mate teach and play with your children.

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