#✄ Canons
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azu1as · 6 months ago
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Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!
It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.
So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.
The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.
However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.
Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.
He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.
For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.
"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"
The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."
"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"
The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."
The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.
It snowballs from there.
All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.
The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.
Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!
On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.
Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.
Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.
It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.
The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.
And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.
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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.
'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.
"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.
Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."
He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!
"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.
Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—
"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."
—?????
"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.
"Yup. It's going to be great."
"No."
"'No'?"
Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.
...
...Oh no.
"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.
"...Sect Leader?"
Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!
The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.
"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."
Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"
Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.
If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.
And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.
((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))
"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.
But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!
"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"
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nekrosdolly · 6 months ago
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A mini-series involving my self-insert oc, Kori, from the third-person point of view.
Plot; After fleeing Fortuna alongside Trish and friends when His Highness attacks the city, years later Kori finds herself caught up in the devil-hunting business as Dante's part-time assistant as well as a librarian in Red Grave City up until his disappearance. When he returns with his twin, her otherwise unstable life comes to a rearing halt.
Characters; Vergil Sparda (Devil May Cry 5), Dante Sparda (Devil May Cry 5), Kori Albescu (Original Character), Niko Mars (Friend's Original Character), Nico (Devil May Cry 5), Kyrie (Devil May Cry), Nero Sparda (Devil May Cry 5)
Ships; Vergil/Kori (main), Kyrie/Nero (side/implied), Nico/Niko (side), Trish/Lady (implied)
CW; Canon-typical violence, post-canon timeline, romance, slow-burn, major character death, descriptions of panic attacks and generalized anxiety disorder, etc. (will update as chapters come out)
Chapters; Prologue, 01 (coming soon)
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sometimes it’s nearly 2 am and i feel rly impulsive after recording a song, but my nervous energy absolutely outweighs my impulsivity
and so y’all are left with this post, wondering what in the goddamn i recorded and why i’m nervous LOL
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undeniablereckoningart · 3 months ago
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ok i keep.being weird about fawn's voiceclaim
canonically his voice range is insane so he can sound however he wants(idc if thats impossible/unrealistic)
but besides JIMMY FUCKING URINE this was her og voiceclaim
and the song kinda fits!
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hypnagogics · 4 months ago
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LOSER!ELLIE COLLECTION
[LEGEND]: ✄ = nsfw | ♤ = requests
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"PINING" MINI-SERIES
ONE ✄
TWO ✄
PENDING...?
MISCELLANEOUS
NO, TELL ME MORE ♤
BEACH DAY
WHINY (wtf do i call this) ✄
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☆: not reallyyy a series, but collection of all works featuring my version of loser!ellie!! i like to call her "pathetic" or "ultra" loser, think loser!ellie x100. wanted them all in one place, it's all one au i suppose. (to those who say "loser!ellie isn't an au, she's just like that fr" this is in a modern setting, that's why i am calling it an au okay!) this'll be a mix of requests, blurbs, drabbles, series, oneshots, basically whatever stars her! gonna update it whenever something new is out, happy reading! :D LOSER!ELLIE SUPREMACY. ITS CANON. okbai have fun.
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mooniiify · 5 months ago
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his imaginary girlfriend — jean kirstein x civilian! reader
contents: one shot, (almost) canon compliant, fluff; we’re gonna ignore that they’re like 14 here imagine they’re a little older idk
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after two whole years of being away, jean finally gets to go back to trost.
granted, it was only because they were there to simulate an evacuation drill, so just for more practice. jean was nothing but lucky that it happened to be in his hometown.
he held the straps of his heavy military backpack as he walked down the familiar streets with connie, sasha and marco in tow. he was looking around, trying to take everything in — he couldn’t believe it’d been two years. everything looked the same; was he not at that parlor just the day before he left for the cadet corps?
“hey, jean.” sasha suddenly appeared on his shoulder, making him jump just a little. her eyes were wide, smile bright. “are you going to visit that y/n you’re always talking about?”
before jean could answer, connie scoffed from his other side. “if she exists, that is.”
jean rolled his eyes. this wasn’t the first time the topic had been brought up. jean has talked about her, of course he has, but connie never believed she existed, not even with the care packages and letters she’s sent.
marco frowned. “hey, jean seems pretty enamored with her. i’d say it looks pretty real.”
“yeah, right! i bet he’s writing all those letters by himself away from us so we won’t be able to see.” connie stood his ground. jean rolled his eyes at his friend, but didn’t say anything.
in truth, he was going to see her. he’d heard thomas wagner was visiting his family, so it must’ve been allowed. she didn���t know he was coming, never never mentioned it in the past few letters because he’d found out just recently. still, how hard could it be to find her? maybe he could start from her house, then if she’s not there, maybe at the flower shop she works at. if she’s not there, maybe—
“jean?”
he stopped in his tracks, as did his comrades. the four turned around, eyes falling on a lone girl stopped in the middle of the road. her clothing was simple, a long brown skirt, a white button up with a sleeves vest on top. a basket was hanging on her arm, part of it filled with vegetables, the other holding a few flowers.
jean couldn’t believe his eyes. you’d grown taller, he noted, though not by much. your hair was longer, but your eyes were just as bright, smile just as big. how has it been two years?
“y/n?”
she wasted no time. y/n rushed over, putting her basket on the ground before she threw her arms around jean’s neck, making him almost stumble due to the added weight of the backpack. he managed to keep his balance, though — he’s been training to be a soldier for a year, it would’ve been embarrassing if he fell over — and wrapped his arms around her as well, burying his face in the side of her head, his nose brushing by her hair.
he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until he felt her touch.
“my walls, you’ve grown so tall!” y/n said as she pulled back just enough to put her hands on each side of his face and look into his eyes. “and strong! can’t believe you didn’t fall over.”
jean’s ears burned at that comment. “y/n!”
“see, connie? told you she’s real! you owe me bread!”
still holding onto each other, y/n and jean looked back, eyes immediately falling on connie. he was staring at the two with his mouth gaped, jaw almost hitting the ground, eyes wide. sasha triumphantly stood next to him, a smile on her face. marco gave a soft smile and a small wave.
“oh? are those your friends, jean-bo?” y/n asked, not realizing jean’s ears had become even redder at the nickname. she pulled away and moved in front of his friends, putting a hand out to sasha. “hey there, i’m y/n! let me guess, you’re sasha? the girl with the appetite?”
sasha gasped dramatically as she looked at jean. “is this all you told her about me?” she scoffed and looked back at y/n, her smile returning. “that’s me! also one of the best soldiers in the corps! and a good cook! there’s more to me than food, jean-bo!” sasha looked over y/n’s shoulder at jean for the last part. “i can tell we’ll be great friends! oh, oh, we can be pen pals!”
connie could barely greet her, still shocked that she was real. marco introduced himself nicely, shaking her hand.
“why’re you here? you need help with anything?” jean had picked up her basket and made his way next to her, a hand on the small of her back.
“oh, my mom sent me out to buy some things. i was going to head home, but i didn’t expect to run into you!” y/n slapped his chest with the back of her hand. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“i found out on a short notice, i would’ve otherwise,” jean told her, then looked at his friends. “i’ll walk y/n home and i’ll catch up to you guys later. can you tell shadis i went to visit family?”
the three agreed, bid y/n goodbye and left without protest. at least, sasha and marco did. connie was still in shock so they had to drag him along.
family, huh? y/n looked at jean — his jawline was so defined now, woah — and quirked an eyebrow. “i don’t need an escort home, you know?”
“i’m not your escort, i’m your company.” jean’s arm dropped from her back, though his hand caught hers in the process, starting to pull her towards her house. “as if you didn’t miss my ass.”
“eh, i mean, life’s been more peaceful the last two years than ever.” jean wasn’t amused at her words. y/n chuckled. “fine, it’s been boring as hell. sometimes i wish i’d joined the army.”
jean chuckled, shaking his head. “no, you don’t. it’s so much work and you’re lazy.”
“hey!”
it wasn’t long before they made it to her house. no one was home when they arrived. at least they can catch up properly without having to interact with others.
“are you hungry? i can make you this new recipe i learned, i—“
“hell yes, i’ll help you. i haven’t had a good meal in two years.”
jean dropped his heavy backpack on the ground near the front door, shedding his cropped jacket and letting it hang on one of the dining chairs. after helping y/n unload the basket, the two cooked a simple meal, though one that jean enjoyed way too much after living off of stale soup for so long.
they went to her room then, laid in her bed. her bed wasn’t very big so they were pretty close to each other, but neither minded. jean took in her features, every change and every part that stayed the same. she looked so pretty in his eyes — how did he get so lucky?
“so, how are you as a cadet?” y/n broke the comfortable silence. her hand was on his temple, her thumb drawing soft shapes. “sasha said she was one of the best around. how about you?”
“i’m ranked above her. sixth,” jean informed, his eyes never leaving hers. how was he supposed to live away from her for the next years? decades?
“sixth?” y/n’s eyes widened. “jean-bo, that’s incredible! you must be really, really good then!”
“‘course i am. i didn’t go there to slack off,” jean said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “but I really missed your dumb ass.”
y/n rolled her eyes. “yeah, i missed you, too, i guess.”
jean’s hand had moved to her face now, too. copying her moves. “two years passed, just one more and we can go to the interior.”
y/n sighed, her hand dropping from his face and moving to hold the one on hers. “jean, we talked about this. i can’t just go to the interior because you’re going. that’s not how it works.”
“i don’t see why it wouldn’t work,” jean disagreed.
“it won’t work because i’m middle class and a normal citizen, not a solider. i can’t just go to the interior.”
the corner of jean’s lips lifted up just a little. “but if you’re the wife of an mp, there wouldn’t be a problem, would there?”
y/n’s eyes widened, her eyebrows shot up. then she slapped his chest and looked away, avoiding his gaze at any cost. “shut up. don’t say things like that. for all you know, you’ll change your decision at the end.”
“i doubt i will.” he ran a hand through her hair. she still wouldn’t look at him. “but even if i did, i would still find a way for you to be okay and safe.”
y/n faced him again, a small smile on her face. “you know, i don’t really deserve you.”
jean scoffed. “look who’s talking, miss sunshine-and-rainbows.”
“why do you have to always ruin the moment?” y/n rolled her eyes at his childishness, but her smile only grew. “i really love you, you know?”
jean nodded, the side of his face rubbing against the pillow. “i love you, too.”
“and i’ll support you no matter what you choose to do,” y/n said, her hand that had been holding his tightening. “just, wherever you choose to go, promise me to stay alive.”
jean nodded. there was no need to think about the promise — there was no danger in the inner ring. “i promise.”
“can you stay the night?” y/n asked after a brief moment of silence.
jean sighed. “i wish i could. i have to be back by noon for roll call. i’m sorry.”
y/n gave him a smile and nuzzled into his chest. “it’s okay. let’s just make the most of these few hours.” jean nodded, pulling her closer and nuzzling his nose in her hair again.
jean didn’t know back then his heart would waver, that he would choose a different path than he’d promised her. despite that, despite the danger he had willingly put himself in, the one promise he was determined to keep was to stay alive and go back to her.
and he kept it.
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ummm okay this was NOT supposed to be this long idk what happened but uh enjoy it’s not proofread and it’s 3:39 a.m. so i’m not doing that loll
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nyashykyunnie · 9 months ago
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stardustgates · 11 months ago
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Author’s Notes: Possibly OOC behaviour? I’ve done my best to stick by Canon as much as I can, but given I’m a newer player, I don’t know the relationship between Kafka and Silver Wolf or the characters individually as well I’d like to. Though I did do my best, please be aware that I may have taken some creative liberties in their characterisation and inner thoughts regarding each other. Also I am aware that this may just be 5.5k words of nonsensical BS but I haven’t written proper fanfiction in a hot minute so take it with a grain of salt. Not so much of a reader/canon thing and more like a reader AND canon thing currently. Perhaps that will change in future works, who’s to say? Oh yeah this is a SAGAU.
Warnings: Canonical In-game violence, references and descriptions of dissociation via player-induced body possession, references to drug use (one sentence), yandere tones if you squint really hard (shes a slowburner ya’ll), and a single swear word :3
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Beyond the mind, within your body.
Description: Unaware that your presence has been made apparent to the eccentric duo during your first run through of Honkai Star Rail, you happily indulge yourself in the immersive (tutorial) world before your eyes. Kafka and Silver Wolf attempt to adjust to the feeling it brings, which leaves their minds constantly switching between distrust and euphoria, and all the things in between.
Word Count: 5.5k
Hoyoverse’s newest game hadn’t seemed much to your liking when you’d first heard the announcement. For one thing, you weren’t particularly pleased with the constant stream of ‘HONKAI STAR RAIL - PLAY NOW’ interrupting your YouTube doom-scrolling every other ad; Not to mention, you weren’t very keen on the gacha aspect. 
Within your small circle of friends, you’d been known to cave easily when attractive anime characters were involved and you weren’t planning on another hyperfiction to solidify your position as the group’s resident simp. That being said, with such a title swaying above your head like a shiny silver dagger, you’d held a metaphorical death grip on your wallet, solemnly swearing that you’d keep your distance from the game for as long you were able.
Ultimately that so-called iron will of yours didn’t last so much as a year, as just seven months after its release a simple character trailer was enough to break your steadfast resilience. Well, it wasn’t ‘simple’, if you were being honest with yourself- It was a brilliantly unique masterpiece, tailored to the exact essence and spirit of his character. You were sure Argenti wouldn’t be released for a good while, so you decided to pick up the game and grind what you could before his arrival.
That was your plan at least. Your friend had warned you a few months prior (Though admittedly, you hadn’t been paying much attention at the time.) that the download and installation would take an exhaustingly long time. Well, it was better than Genshin Impact had been- but still, you were getting bored and subsequently decided to fetch yourself something to drink in the meantime.
With your back turned to the loading screen, you waltzed out of your bedroom with little care in the world- oblivious to the ominous glowing cracks slowly sprawling across the screen of your device.
As you returned a few moments later, you found that it had finally finished installing! You’d certainly waited long enough. Sure, it wasn’t as soul-sucking as Genshin had been but your patience wasn't that of a saint’s either. With a renewed sense of anticipation, you hit start and breezed through the usual terms and conditions without reading anything and let out a sigh at the beautiful change in scenery.
It perhaps wasn't the smartest idea to skip it completely- but you had spent so long waiting already that you weren’t going to bother wasting time reading a document filled with dolled-up words you could barely pronounce.
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 Herta’s Space Station’s defences hadn't been particularly difficult to slip past surprisingly, though Kafka didn’t recall any mention of difficulty regarding entry in Elio’s script, so she supposed the lack of security wasn’t of any particular importance.
Despite the calm confidence that usually accompanied her on these little operations, Kafka couldn’t shake the strange feeling of being watched. It wasn’t the usual sort of lingering gaze or sharpened stare, but a vague pulsating heartbeat that faded in and out, as though blinking through blurry vision. 
Needless to say, she kept her guard up. Playing none the wiser and bowing mid-air to the tempo of a rather graceful tune. She forced her shoulders to relax and gently swayed her body, controlling her every little move with practised ease- even as that strange pulsating presence slowly sped up and stroked the fires of an oncoming headache- as the elevator descended to the station’s ‘ground’ floor.
 (You remained none the wiser to her sudden awareness, the rapidly changing scenes flashing past your eyes far too quickly to pick up on a single, brief second of stillness in her body.) 
A sudden explosion reverberates across the station's cold, metallic body and brings Kafka’s impromptu air-violin session to a screeching halt. Simultaneously, that presence settles over her body like a thick blanket of fog. That ‘gaze’ she had felt becoming so vivid she could feel its weight pressing down on her tongue.
She has little time to process the feeling before the usual blueish glow of Silver Wolf’s communications screen flickers into existence before her very eyes. 
“... Seems I came at a bad time.”
“No, No – I think you couldn’t’ve timed it better. Twenty-three-fourty-seven-fifteen system time. Very punctual, Kafka.” Silver Wolf almost sounds impressed, though Kafka suspects she’s only trying to butter her up so she’ll let the girl go off task again. Perhaps, under different circumstances, she would have been kind enough to allow it, but with the nature of their current mission and this inexplicable presence, Kafka doesn't find herself in a very generous mood. 
Kafka merely hums in response and ignores the empty praise.
“Elio always tells the exact future. So What’s with the explosion just now? Was that part of his script?” Silver Wolf picks up on her cue to focus without any fuss.
“Twenty-three-four-four-fifty-nine system time: The pulses from the explosion cause a massive breakdown from the master control system.”
Pulses. Perhaps it’s linked to the feeling curling itself around her senses?
“You did that?” Kafka doubts that Silver Wolf would waste effort on something so minor.
“No, the antimatter legion did it. They completely invaded the space station two system hours ago.” She whistles in response and glances down the glass panelling to the approaching ground floor. A small group… annoying, but manageable.
“Alright, so do we need to fight the legion?”
“Dunno, Elio didn’t say anything about it, so it doesn’t matter.” Hmm. Silver Wolf made a good point. 
“Got it. So from now on, I'll be in charge of this operation.” She feels that tingle of a smirk reach the corner of her mouth, and smiles a little wider in anticipation.
“Copy. Can you let me have some fun this time? Our last few operations turned out to be pretty dull.” Kafka lets out a playful hum as she ponders over her colleague’s request with faux consideration. She can practically hear Silver Wolf’s stifled groan in the second of silence that passes.
“...Sorry~ I’m afraid there’s not much I can do for you- our task this time is just to ‘place’ the target properly.” 
Her choice of words is careful, though not enough to cause any alert in potential eavesdroppers. The feeling still hasn’t left. 
“But if you wanna go look for some fun yourself, I won’t stop you.”
“I mean… after all…” she chuckles lightly as the blue hologram blips out of her vision, and reaches for the holsters tucked into her lower back. “After all…” Kafka readjusts her footing just in time to watch the elevator’s doors slide open, the sound of metal dragging against metal pinching at her ears.
“Elio didn’t put it in the script… Why would it matter?” 
Just as the impact from her gunshots flitters across her skin, Kafka feels her mind being pulled back to the edge of her skull. 
The group of voidrangers in front of her feel distant and smudged, the sockets of her eyes creating a blurred tunnel of vision that refuse adjust no matter how much she tries to blink it away. Their dark forms bleed into black speckles that crowd her already limited vision until she’s staring directly into the singed edges of the universe.
Kafka’s body… is no longer hers to command.
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She returns to her mind with startling swiftness. Her memories of the brief battle suddenly bubbling up as though pushing themselves through a thick soup of aether. She feels disconnected from the memory but can at least recall that she’d lost control of her body before blacking out. 
She attempts to think back on that burnt, golden memory but is stopped by a sudden wave of nausea. She opts to set that aside for another time and refocus on the operation. Elio had not mentioned this happening anywhere in the script- so either this had no significance or… 
Still, those Voidrangers hadn’t proved to be much trouble- in fact, they’d been less of an annoyance than she had prepared for. Either she’d been far more ruthless than intended or the antimatter legion had lost its touch.
“When did the anti-matter legion become so weak?” She asks out loud.
“I could only attract this much. Did you really want the entire legion to come here?” Silver Wolf speaks in feigned annoyance, her usual behaviour. 
She hadn’t even realised. Kafka chooses not to mention anything for the moment, instead opting to subtly gauge the extent of control this presence… or rather... Entity, seems to have over her. 
“This lot won’t be able to slow down the Astral Express crew.” Silver Wolf sighs in response on the other end of the device.
“Relax, a doomsday beast is also here.”
As she approaches one of the station’s automatic doors, Kafka feels it slip back into her body as if wearing her like a coat. Its influence feels… less heavy than it previously had been a few moments ago.  At the very least she remains conscious this time; A strange lightness in her feet as she feels herself stealth towards a lone voidranger lounging about the area.
Her movements come to her now like instinct, striking down enemies with admittedly far more efficiency than she was naturally capable of. If it weren’t for her body being strung along like a puppet against her will, she’d almost be grateful for the power and resiliency it granted her. 
Kafka has barely had her fill before a euphoric sense of power seems to swell up all at once; Killer instinct pumping through her veins like a well-oiled machine. 
Ahh. Now this… this particular feeling wasn’t so bad.
Truthfully she’d liked to have toyed with this one a bit longer, but she knew all too well that it wouldn't manage to survive her next attack. She chatters to no one in particular, the ecstasy in her mind clouding whatever decorum she would have usually displayed. 
“Good times never last… time to say bye.” 
“Ah- She’s so cool…”
Kafka tenses up at the stranger’s voice, just as the swirling dark mass in front of her collapses into itself. 
She sheathes her sword and adjusts her gloves, ignoring the voidranger approaching her from behind. Just before its darkened claws reach her, Silver Wolf’s ability activates no more than a hands-width from her shoulder blades.
“Cleaning up other people’s mess isn’t in my job description… y’know Kafka?” Silver Wolf huffs out, but her voice has no real bite in it. Was it her? She wasn’t usually one to doubt herself, but that fog of exhilaration certainly could have played with her mind. 
“Yeah, yeah. Where did you send it Silver Wolf?”
Kafka turns in time to hear the gooey pop of the silver-haired girl’s bubblegum as she hops to her feet. She isn’t sure if it's Strawberry or Grape, but the artificial sweetness and scent of no-fruit-in-particular is so strong it actually grounds her mind for a moment. 
She sighs for no real reason, but it brings her relief regardless. 
Oh.
She hadn’t realised how bad her headache was. 
“Some random Co-ordinates, not important.” She avoids Kafka’s gaze for a reason she couldn’t care to name before taking on an adorably defiant stance, her hands placed at her hips as though it would help her short stature in any way. 
“You care about where that voidranger ended up?” She doesn’t. But she’d rather think about that than, well… She didn’t know what to call it at this point. But it was distracting and she needed to focus on literally anything else for the sake of what sanity she had left. 
Though some could argue that she wasn’t sane at all- which was only half true because most people’s definition of sanity varied greatly from her own. 
Oh, Silver Wolf was still blinking up at her expectantly.
“Of course not- I’m just amazed at this fancy technique of yours, as usual.” she smiles down at her colleague, who only rolls her eyes in response. To the girl’s credit, she’d been dealing with Kafka’s empty flattery for quite a long time.
“Just a little trick of tampering with the data of reality, I wouldn't call it fancy.” Kafka smiles a little wider, following behind as Silver Wolf strolls down the hallway. Her tells were always so obvious.
“What were you looking at just now? Let me see.” Silver Wolf huffs a bit as she settles herself onto a desk and faces her.
“Herta’s toys,” she begins in an almost mocking tone 
“A catalogue featuring the space station’s collection of rare items.” Her fingers briefly tug on the white fluff of her jacket as she speaks “They’ve got quite a looot of interesting gadgets~”
Kafka’s previous interest (however feigned it may have been) dies down a little at the prospect of these ‘gadgets’ but nonetheless she indulges Silver Wolf’s unspoken desire to share what information she’d dug up.
“Like what?” 
“There’s this gun, it can rate any creature within its crosshair as a score from 0 to 100.”
“... Doesn't sound very interesting.” Her brows pinch together and her mouth stretches into a thin line of clear disappointment. Not one to be disheartened so easily, Silver Wolf continues on
“Aren’t you curious how much you would score? I kinda wanna know mine.” 
So this is what she’d been hinting at since earlier. Kafka crosses her arms and takes on the tone of an exasperated mother having finally given up after being nagged at for far, far longer than the reality of it. 
“Fine. I guess we can swing by and play with it, if it’s not too far. What’s our destination?” She redirects Silver Wolf’s distractable attention onto their current objective with practised ease. 
Hmm. 
She feels a little cold for some reason… and those watchful eyes haven't left during the entirety of their conversation. Kafka’s guard raises a little further than before.
Her colleague’s eyes flit down to a small blue hologram, her fingers swiping past various screens until arriving at what Kafka could only presume was a list of directions given to her by Elio.
“Go down the corridor, behind the door… ooon the left. There’s a room where some kind of rare item is stored.” 
Kafka feels the entity strongly now, she stares just beyond Silver Wolf’s shoulders where it feels most concentrated. The feeling she is met with is a dense smouldering hotness. It’s like melting iron dripping down her throat and burning it in the process. It feels almost itchy.
She redirects her gaze back to Silver Wolf far quicker than she’d intended to and resists the urge to scratch at her throat.
“So that’s where the Stellaron is?” Kafka is somewhat relieved when the feeling seems to simmer down. She once again debates speaking on the sensation during the slightest lull in their conversation but when Silverwolf turns her head back to face her, she finds the girl’s gaze to be much sharper than before.
“That's where we can find out where the Stellaron is.” 
Kafka immediately knows that Silverwolf has finally caught on to this feeling and says nothing as she readies herself for the next half of their mission. Almost instantly, she feels the presence shift and roll over her shoulders, like a cat stretching out its limbs. 
It's languid and smooth and she feels her tense- She had been tense this whole time?- muscles slowly relax until she finally feels that usual calm focus she’s so intimately familiar with. She hadn’t realised the extent of how cold she’d felt when it had stepped- strange, it feels like a person?-  away.
Kafka decides that her feelings towards this... Being- She isn’t totally sure if it feels sapient, but it certainly has some form of will… That much she can tell- are mixed, to say the least. She wonders one more why Elio hadn’t mentioned anything about something so foreign and strange but sets the thought aside and refocuses on the task at hand. 
She locks eyes with Silverwolf briefly, and just as she thought, Silverwolf is most definitely aware of it at this point. 
“The central area of the space station is up ahead. There’ll be loads of Legion Void rangers there.” Silver Wolf hops to her feet and saunters toward the door’s control panel. A bit too casual to be natural, but it doesn't cause the feeling to stir, so she says nothing. 
“Okay.” Kafka breathes out. 
Then that feeling of puppeteering seems to stitch itself into her mind once more, albeit in a much more faded sense- it feels more like muscle memory than it does being pulled from her own body. She allows it to pull her along and lead her toward whatever it wants. As her fingers glide over the room’s control panels and her heels click against the cold steel of the station, she feels that fog of exhilaration settle over her again- that almost euphoric surge of strength from earlier suddenly vivid and fresh in her mind. 
Silverwolf seems to feel the building strength in her own body too, as she quickens her pace when they turn the corner to find themselves at the back of a particularly strong-looking voidranger. She huffs out in bemusement and half-heartedly mutters out some encouragement to her colleague.
“May as well kill them all.” 
Not needing much more encouragement than that, Silverwolf leaps forward with as much grace as her short form can allow her and drags her digitally enhanced blade across the muscles and sinew of its chest. She leaps back beside Kafka as it staggers on its feet and tries to regain its footing. Kafka’s arm pulls itself up, gun in hand, and fires out a cascade of bullets that each burrow and pierce into its flesh. 
“This… seems a lot easier than it should be.” Silverwolf comments under her breath quietly. 
“Well, let’s count our blessings–” Kafka is cut off as her arm is singed by the blast of the voidranger’s fire canon. 
“Tch. Didn’t hurt.”
Silverwolf pulls out her holographic system at such speed that Kafka feels the static waft across her skin.
“Hmph, still. This combat needs optimising.” Just as the creature aims its weapon once more, it’s hit with a blast pulled from the loosened strands of reality itself. 
“At that speed? Too slow!” 
Kafka almost feels sorry for it, as she watches its body disintegrate while collapsing into itself.
Unfortunately, the girls are not left with time to bask in their victory- Silver Wolf lets out a small yelp- the entity has left its place on Kafka’s shoulders and draped itself over her companion it  would seem. Her short colleague adjusts to the sensation of its guiding hand far better than she had, if her losing conscious was anything to go by.
Kafka follows behind silently, eyes trained intently on the girl in front of her for any indication of danger.
“Hold it. Someone.. Or something is up ahead.” she warns quietly, arm extended out to her side like a makeshift barrier. They both come to a sudden halt as the entity violently rips itself from their bodies and settles just beyond their skin. 
Goosebumps this time. 
The cold seems to get worse and worse each time it separates from them… well, her. Silver Wolf grits her teeth. Kafka notes the tiny pearl of sweat rolling down the side of her face. Still a shock to the system then. 
“Looks like we’re the ones getting ambushed.”
“...But they’re the ones getting besieged.” 
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The game has felt pretty cool so far, and you quite like this Kafka woman. You don’t recall her being part of the main cast your friend had rambled about however many months ago it was, but you hoped you’d get to see a lot more of her. 
Her design was really nice- though strangely familiar?- and her voice was pretty too! Silver Wolf was alright, but she hadn’t really caught your interest so far, so you werent sure what to make of her yet. 
They did seem to be close though, but less like friends and more like tired workmates who’d been stuck in the same dead end job for a decade- that is to say, it definitely felt like they were used to dealing with each other’s nonsense. 
Were they a ship? You could see it. Ah, another battle, sweet!
The combat system Star Rail used wasnt particularly innovative or anything, but it’s playstyle was strangely addictive- especially the Ult animations! Kafka’s especially had you nearly squealing with how badass it was. Did the MC have a cool one too? You could hardly wait to see. 
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The mood is light despite the circumstances, they both feel a sense of safety and confidence while the presence pulls them along, as though leading them in a dance. The Voidranger’s movements stand out like a pindrop in an empty room. Predictable, and delectably so. 
Silver Wolf barks out a short, quick laugh- a taunting thing that aggravates the musclehead stomping around in front of her- before decapitating the creature in a single, swift move.
“You took the bait, just like that?” Her jubilance is cut short by an attack from her blindspot, it isnt fatal- hell it barely counts as a battle wound- but its enough to flip her mood in the opposite direction. “Tch.”
Kafka laughs lightly at her, amused with her momentary lapse in spacial awareness. Silver Wolf scoffs and scowls lightly at her. Really, like she hadn’t gotten hit before? 
Just as she opens her mouth to hurl a barely-an-insult-but-im-still-annoyed-with-you comment towards the magenta haired woman next to her, Kafka’s aura shifts somewhat. Time seems to slow down for a second as Silver Wolf watches the woman’s pupils dilate in slow motion. 
Had she appeared like this? When that wave of energy had swelled within her?
She receives no answer to her unvoiced question, and instead hears Kafka’s voice ring through out her ears.
“That breathing sensation. Remember it.” Silver Wolf gulps in a breath of blood-scented air and breathes out a sickly, golden-sweet taste. As Kafka’s bullets rain down upon the bodies of their would-be-ambushers she can't help but feel pure ecstasy in the moment. Truly…if this was a drug she’d be hooked like a fish to water. 
Even just being near it is enough to cloud her mind.
“Alright, now that that’s over with…” Silver Wolf’s body relaxes significantly as Kafka speaks, the strength of whatever had possessed them slowing dripping out from their bodies like tree sap. She feels like she just got a massage. 
“I could get used to that.” She isn’t sure who she’s talking to, but it feels appropriate to voice. Kafka ignores her and spins her around to face the door, and Silver Wolf seems to go into auto pilot as she unlocks the control panel blocking their path, stepping lightly as her taller colleague gently pushes her forward without a word.
 The monitoring room is completley empty. Nothing but the quiet beeping of a few monitors and the rustling of swaying leaves, courtesy of the air conditioning unit humming softly above them. 
“Huh. not a single soul here. Impressive evacuation work. Did herta organise it herself?” Kafka seems mildly impressed- and entirely unaffected by the sensation Silver Wolf is still trying to shake from her skin. 
“According to the access history, she hasnt logged in her for over six months. The evacuation was directed by the acting lead researcher - a girl named Asta.” 
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Oh, right. Elio said we wouldn’t run into herta. It seems she really isnt here.” Though something else definitely was, but Silver Wolf supposed they weren’t going to be making any conversation on that topic.
She sighs, and scrolls through her holograms nonchalantly.
“Elio’s Script doesnt include any info about the location of the stellaron. Which means in the future he foresees…”
“... we would find the stellaron in a non-physical way?” Kafka crosses her arms, easily having picked up on her train of thought and already dipping her metaphorical toes into several different plans of action. She was always efficient like that. Silver Wolf strolls over to the water cooler and pours herself a cold cup. She gestures to Kafka who only shakes her head in response.
“This space station is packed with extraordinary objects, I wouldnt be surprised if theres one that can make it happen.” She takes a long sip, the cooling sensation bringing relief to her sweltering body. The combat efficiency was nice, but she was left feeling like an overheating graphics disk everytime it took control of her. She idles on a page in her hologram briefly before continuing on her scroll-fest.
“Hiding something extraordinary with something extraordinary… this is pretty Herta. I assume you know what to do? I mean, You’ve been reading that cataogue for a while?” Ah. Perseptive as ever, Kafka never changes. She ignores the heat building in her ears at the prospect of being caught slacking-off, and bins the styrofoam cup as she turns to the older woman.
“Hmph. I’ve got all the clues we need. The only piece missing is a simple trick- maybe this entity thats been stringing us along could lend a hand? After all, it doesnt have a physical form.” 
(You didn’t expect them to involve the player like this! What an awesome storytelling device, and it would hopefully grant a lot more player agency too! Hoyoverse had truly out done themselves this time. Feeling a surge of excitement at being learning you’ll be able to lend a helping hand ‘directly’, you decide that Silver Wolf is also really cool.)
Kafka says nothing in response, only staring down at Silver Wolf in consideration.
“Why dont we have it help us investigate the terminals around here, that item we’re looking for may be inside.” The magenta haired woman only sighs, internally cursing the girl’s lack of caution. Though… she couldnt deny that it had only been helping them so far. 
“Alright, lets give it the spotlight.” 
“Oh god, I hope I don’t fuck this up…” Kafka stills. The same voice from before. So it can speak? She tucks the information away in her mind for later.
She watches it guide her along the messily arranged desks and flickering monitors. Stopping at a memory storage cart- which is, of course, missing its memory. Not useful for her current objective, but it at least told her that whatever it was could see the same things she could.
“...I cant see the memory storage for this terminal.” Her body shifts slightly.
“This is the monitoring room, the must have deleted the records and made a run for it. Classic.” Silver Wolf is still scrolling through the holographic catalogue, idling against a desk in the middle of the room. She doesn’t look up, even as Kafka is strung along past her towards a monitor on the other side of the room. 
“You don’t seem to be very affected by it? Its control over you, I mean.”
“And you? You seemed a little weary earlier.”
“I wouldn’t say that. It’s just new, thats all.”
Kafka’s hand reaches out to flick through various active surveillance cameras, interesting but ultimately fruitless. 
“Hmmm… I can see the whole space station on the surveillance screen. But not the Stellaron.” Silver Wolf scoffs indignantly behind her, she almost sounds offended.
“Even if you could it’d be a trap. Herta doesn’t display her collections.” She turns to her hologram once more.
“This thing isnt very good with investigating, is it?”
Kafka expects some form of insulted rage to squeak in her mind’s ear, but she hears nothing. Though faintly she imagines a rather adorable ‘Hey! I’m trying my best!’ echoing in her skull.
Kafka staves off the sudden urge to get defensive in response and clamps her mouth shut.
Silver Wolf sighs at her lack of response and shifts onto her feet. 
“Make your way over here then. There’s no point in trying to search like this.”
“So? Got a master plan? I’m all ears.”
Kafka’s tone takes on a slightly irritated edge, for a reason she herself doesn’t quite understand. If Silver Wolf picked up on it, she chooses not to say anything and instead gestures to the warping static of the holographic screens lining the walls of the office.
“Its a matter of hacking the surveillance system directly.” She says matter-of-factly, smirking playfully as her iconic vandalism plasters itself onto every screen in sight. 
“Aha, I see. Herta’s collections aren’t in the system so anything unaffected should be our target.”
Their heads are guided to turn and face the back of a lone monitor by the main desk. Ah. that one then. As they both stroll over to investigate, Kafka feels a strange sense of pride bubble in the back of her mind. Not for Silver Wolf’s accomplishment- that much would be expected from the shorter girl- but for the entity curling along the edge of her mind. What exactly she was supposed to be proud of she couldnt tell, but the feeling was pleasant regardless.
Silver Wolf slips into a chair and slides forward to the desk, cracking her knuckles and wiggling her fingers as she readies herself for some data mining. 
“Crude, simple, but effective. Look, found it.” The computer’s cursor circles a line of code tauntingly. Kafka doesn’t understand what any of the values mean.
“Item number two-eleven, ‘Blind Spot’ : a simple light-deflecting field. It allows an object in its field to pass unnoticed, but if a different item ceases to be obvious, the object gets revealed.” 
She isn’t sure which set of numbers.. Or letters? That item is supposed be, but it does seem like a very… uncomplicated form of security for someone like Herta. 
“So, Herta the genius… hides her collection with something as simple as this?”
“the simplest method is the hardest to spot, isnt that our motto?” 
“Huh? How is that simple?” Kafka nearly chokes on her saliva while trying to hold back a bark of laughter and wonders why she’d kept her guard up for this thing. She follows Silver Wolf towards the glitching hole in the wall and sighs bemusedly. 
“The data suggests its just an ordinary hologram. But it has an added layer… “ Silver Wolf eyes the frayed edges of the hologram cautiously, despite the confidence in her voice.
“Lets take a look. Dont worry, this place wont be our grave.” The girl only puffs her cheeks and steps forward, ignoring Kafka’s words of comfort completely. Well, she’d expected that much at least.
As she follows behind, her vision melts into a stark change of scenery. 
The bright, ethereal glow of the Stellaron coating the walls of the closed off room in a golden-blue light. A strange combination, but one that was all too familiar; the everchanging strands of reality warping and stretching around itself, as the Stellaron sat patiently- sealed away- in the center of the room. Such an otherworldly treasure was exactly what all Stellaron hunters across the universe strove for. Though admittedly it was a mere front for their true purpose, a fact that Kafka was intimately aware of. 
Their true goal would see this stellaron- sealed away, courtesy of Herta- to another use. Once said seal was removed by Silver Wolf, all Kafka would need to do was take hold of it and place it inside that vessel. 
It had been laying in wait for this exact occasion…Kafka smiles fondly at the memory of it. Silver Wolf makes a small noise of surprise, catching her attention. She steps over towards the girl and the control panel, asking a question without speaking.
“It has its own security system… I guess even for herta, a Stellaron is no ordinary rarity.” Silver Wolf sounds genuinely surprised at this fact, though Kafka feels this was a rather likely outcome.
“Can you get it?”
“Of course, even the genius Herta cant compete with me when it comes to hacking.”
“Good. Then I’ll also count on you for the preparation of the receptacle.” Not to mention, she was quite sure this being wouldn’t be able to provide much help if Silver Wolf couldn’t figure it out herself. Speak of the devil, she feels the entity waft away like smoke in the wind and settle in the air around them as she lifts the Stellaron from its prison. She turns to her Silver haired companion and unspoken words flicker between their eyes.
This is Kafka’s decision.
Or perhaps it isn’t, she corrects herself over the distant sound of Silver Wolf’s voice.
 When it enters her body, it no longer feels like being puppeteered or controlled. 
She recalls that first feeling of possession, and the bleeding darkness making way for glowing golden edges of a burnt milky way. Her mind is dipped like an apple into the thick syruppy taste of synethesia. The amber eyes of the vessel- piercing into her soul and leaving her tongue sizzling in an almost addictive sort of pain- briefly flash open before collapsing to the floor in Kafka’s arms. 
The Stellaron has found its place. And something else entirely has made its home there too.
(What an amazing tutorial and intro! You get the feeling you’ll be playing this game for a very long while!)
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♡ - For the first while of the relationship, you spent 90% of your time together in the anti-void. It’s where he feels safe, after all! It would take a lot of time, but eventually he would be fine going other places to spend time together
♡ - His favourite place to take you is Outertale, he loves showing you the stars
♡ - He gets cranky whenever you give attention to any other Sanses, but he ESPECIALLY hates if you talk to any Swaps or Genos
♡ - He’s canonically a man-child, so if there’s any conflicts in the relationships, he would never state his feelings directly, so you have to find your own way to realize why he’s so upset. Hey, you were the one who signed up for this
♡ - He would honestly enjoy any food prep with you! Baking, cooking, whatever it is, he’s down for it. As long as you don’t interrupt his process whatsoever and let him have control over the whole thing. It turns out good every time, so you’re not complaining
♡ - The first sign he liked you was when he would constantly get angry at you for “irritating him” and “wasting his time” when you came to the anti-void, but you would soon always find an extra Bean bag chair or a suspiciously empty string hammock that is exactly your size. Again, you don’t mention it or else all progress is lost
♡ - After learning he needs glasses, you would stop at nothing to make him wear them again. It doesn’t work, but you try anyways.
♡ - Morning routine consists of waking up in your hammock in the anti-void, having a cup of black coffee laid next to you (doesn’t matter if you only like coffee with cream and sugar, cuz to him that’s ‘ruining the coffees natural flavour’), and having small talk with him as you both plan out what’s going on that day
♡ - He wouldn’t want you on the battlefield in any fights he gets into, but he won’t really stop you. It’s your decision after all, if you get hurt it’s your fault, he told you how dangerous it is. That won’t mean he won’t begrudgingly take care of you afterwards
♡ - He starts becoming a tiny bit less grumpy once you introduce him to hobbies outside of destroying AUs and watching that one show he’s obsessed with, and he actually enjoys the creative ones like knitting and sculpture more than he’d like to admit
♡ - Speaking of the show, you always find it adorable how invested he gets into it whenever you two watch it together, and how he rambles about his theories and analysis of the shows plot afterwards
♡ - You eventually bring speakers, your laptop, chairs, and whatever stuff for your hobbies you have into the anti-void, and he eventually designates that spot as “your spot in the void”
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PS: my requests are open!!❤️❤️
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jommycham · 7 months ago
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Spirit Hunter NG Radio Drama Bonus CD [Ultra Rough Translation]
[Spirit Doctor Yashiki Kazuo's Consultation Room]
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An honest attempt at a translation of the bonus drama CD that came with the purchase of NG: Extreme Kaidanchi. Beware of some minor spoilers if you have not played through all the Spirit Hunter games.
Note: Only did this for fun, and I am not fluent in Japanese, so inaccuracies are expected.
Disclaimers:
This bonus CD is an edited version of Yashiki's Consultation Room that was originally broadcasted on the EXP channel. Some questions sent in by viewers have been altered. What occurs in the Consultation Room should be treated as a parallel universe to the main storyline— therefore all comments made in these sessions are NOT canon.
(btw, Yashiki's title here is "Kai Ika" (怪医家)— or literally "Strange Doctor," which is probably where the "Spirit Doctor" came from.)
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I did my best with my (admittedly) shoddy translation, and cleaned it up a bit to have it sound more coherent. Again, I do not speak or understand much Japanese, so despite my best attempts, portions can be wrong (though most of it should be reasonably correct). I will highlight those unsure sections accordingly. There are also very small parts I've omitted, either due to it being too difficult to understand (for me) or to smooth the flow of the translation. 🙇‍♀️Thank you very much for your understanding and putting up with my impulsive DM brain rot.
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This CD features Yashiki and Mashita answering the audience's concerns/worries. Yashiki receives these burning questions through occult magazines. This time, however, Yashiki specifically calls Mashita in due to a request from OOPArts, much to Mashita's chagrin.
☕︎ Late for School Reader: This question is basically taken from EXP 4th Season #3 Voice Drama (where it's Yashiki, Moe, and Mashita) regarding the viewer who couldn't get up early.
Yashiki: Moe has answered this before, and I suggest rather than buying a cat, to take supplements, don't accumulate stress, go to bed early, get plenty of sleep, and have yourself plenty of coffee and sugar as soon as you wake up.
Mashita: Well, I guess that's the sort of advice you'd give. At my previous job, I'd take a shower or wash my face with cold water.
Yashiki: Even if someone else wakes me up, I still have to put in majority of the effort through the rest of the process.
➥The answers to this question are a lot more fleshed out in the actual livestream VD, such as the cat thing, the supplements being part of Mashita's answer, and Saya mention for the "someone else."
☕︎ Bug Hater Reader: Also a question taken from the above mentioned Voice Drama about a reader asking about how to handle cleaning the house while bugs are roaming during the summer.
Mashita: You're the type of person who doesn't hesitate to pick things up and put it in your bag. You (the reader) can also try hiring someone or contacting a cleaning company.
[Yashiki is concerned that Mashita also doesn't really like touching gross things and asks if he's okay.]
[Mashita explains that both of them are basically in the same line of work, so it's not like he hesitates either to touch things.]
Yashiki: That's true.
☕︎ Summer vacation is almost over, but my eldest daughter hasn't finished her homework. What should I do, Mr. Yashiki? What did you do with your homework during summer vacation?
Yashiki: The Kujo Family already finished their homework early into summer vacation. How about you, Mashita?
Mashita: Well, it's kind of a hassle, so I tried to finish it early. But I always remember not being able to finish my literature essay/book review until the last moment. It was the only part I didn't fully understand.
*TERROR SOUND EFFECT*
Yashiki: I loved reading books and I don't remember having difficulties with them. Shou doesn't do his in the first place. Moe and Tsukasa seem to be the types who get it done first thing. Suzu seems like she'd get it done unexpectedly early. Eita probably does it early, too. Ai seems the type to get it done and put the rest of her energy into her hobbies.
Mashita: If your parents are willing to help you, it might not be a bad idea to plan your hobbies and leisure activities for the latter half of your summer vacation and finish the homework by then.
Yashiki: And if you don't finish your homework...
*dramatic sound effect*
Yashiki: ... you'll die at dawn. Well, if you can imagine a curse like that/wouldn't be surprising if there was a curse like that.
Mashita: Tch, I wouldn't want that.
➥ The term Mashita uses here is "Dokusho Kanshoubun," and I am not familiar with the specifics of what summer homework consists of, so the closest thing I went with was a book review of sorts.
➥ I got kind of lost on his descriptions, so I honestly wasn't sure who was being described, so the details may be mixed up.
☕︎ I'm waking up in the middle of the night with the need to go to the bathroom. But there are times where I get scared and don't want to go. What should I do in times like these? If you have any tips or advice, please let me know!
Yashiki: Actually, come to think of it...
Mashita: Wait. Just turn on the lights, that's the answer.
Yashiki: What's the hurry, Mashita? I was just trying to...
Mashita: I'm trying to keep you from making an ill-advised comment.
Yashiki: Was it going to be that terrible?
Mashita: No doubt. With this, we're done with the question.
Mashita: Tch, who was the one who chose this question? Maybe they were half-asleep at the time. Well, off to the next one.
➥ I could not tell if Yashiki was asking if his answer was going to be that awful or he was saying "that's terrible (coming from Mashita)." I went with the former to be safe.
☕︎ One afternoon, I was taking the bus to the hospital, and the bus stopped at a bus stop. It was on a main street with only cars and a few pedestrians passing by, making it look quite deserted. The bus driver opened the doors and stared outside. I watched from the back seat as the driver repeatedly, with an impatient tone, asked someone if they were getting on or not. The driver gave up on asking and started driving off. As the bus drove away, I kept looking outside, but didn't see anyone at the bus stop or on the sidewalk of the main street. I wondered who the driver was talking to, or if he had talked to anyone in the first place.
I suddenly remembered this recently— what exactly happened, and how would you interpret it, Mr. Yashiki?
There's a section where Mashita goes into a short explanation in regards to this particular question. I am not sure if he is talking about the reader's question or their reply— but basically either this question has been submitted before (didn't make it into the actual Consultation segment) or it has been replied to, but the reply was not published. Therefore, the editorial department has requested this question be submitted/replied to again.
Yashiki: I remember this question. My original reply was that since it was the driver's actions, it's technically not a paranormal phenomenon.
Mashita: Well, if we can't be sure, we still need to interpret it from that angle (?). What do you think about the situation?
Yashiki: I think it might be someone from the future who came to your rescue, and thanks to them delaying the bus' departure, a major accident was avoided.
Mashita: You're still naive as ever, but worse. No matter who that person was, in the end, you're the one who created that anxiety. You shouldn't willingly go with their plans.
Yashiki: By interpreting the situation in a way that doesn't make me anxious, it allows me to avoid getting swallowed up by fear.
➥ The specific phrase Mashita uses is "お花畑," or "ohanabatake," which means a field of flowers. It seems to be used to describe someone who is carefree or blind.
➥ The answer sort of starts leaning into the more philosophical side towards the end? At least on the basis where my interpretation of "that person" is the imagined time traveler of Yashiki's explanation. If not, I'm terribly sorry.
☕︎ At my previous workplace, there was a tree (?) that always made a ringing noise at night. It was close to a residential area, with an apartment building and a small community center in its parking lot. For some reason, it doesn't bother me on my way to work, and I only hear it on the way home. It also doesn't bother me during early shifts, so I assume the noise only occurs at night. The sound is different every time, ranging from the metallic sound like that of gold or a sandstorm. On bad days the ringing in my ears causes headaches and anemia. I had heard from a friend that the place was haunted/visited by spirits; so I started wondering if it was a paranormal experience.
Yashiki: I answered this question at the time it was originally submitted, but it remains the same. I can't deny the possibility [of it being a paranormal event]. I'm pretty sure the advice given to you was to sing a song. There's also the option of keeping an omamori and listening to your favorite music through earphones. I don't know how effective it is, but as I have said previously— try to avoid feeling anxious as much as possible.
☕︎ I'm an idol who loves the occult, and I love reading about them. I want to consult Mr. Yashiki, as there have been many instances of paranormal sightings in H City. There are also rumors of new sightings circulating on message boards as of late. I'm a bit nervous about investigating it by myself, so can you please help me out? I wonder if the rumors are true or not...
Yashiki: I don't recommend investigating it, because there's a chance you could die.
Mashita: But I guess they can't just leave it be.
Yashiki: This is a difficult question...
Mashita: In any case, I would like to have some more information so I can do some research on this.
Yashiki: I'm sorry, but I'd appreciate it if you could send what you know to the editorial department. I recommend you never investigate matters like these alone.
Afterword
Yashiki: Alright.
Mashita: I think this is enough, about 10 minutes.
Yashiki: I’ll hand the audio recording to Moe later today.
Mashita: I'll leave it to you.
Yashiki: I hope this helps someone with their troubles.
Mashita: Perhaps.
Yashiki: Will you be willing to help out next time?
[Pause]
Mashita: ... Tch. Hm.
Yashiki: Please look after me./Thank you in advance.
➥ The phrase is "yoroshiku tanomu yo," which I've seen can be translated into "please look after —" or just used generally for requesting a favor. I was debating using "I'm counting on you" since it sort of made better sense in this context, but Yashiki ended it with "よ" which is much more casual/polite than "ぜ." I ended up opting for a more... gentler way of phrasing this? I genuinely didn’t know how to write it in a way that conveys how he spoke other than this ( ´_ゝ`).
Spirit Doctor Yashiki's Consultation Room: In addition to our regular consultations, we are also accepting everyday troubles. Please contact us here.
Thank you very much for sticking til the end here. ヾ(´ー`)ノ゛ I've been going through some pretty severe rot and this helped to alleviate it somewhat (despite how piss poor my efforts are). It's interesting to see different sides to characters even if it's not entirely canon.
As a lil bonus, I want to show those of you who haven't watched Nezuka Ryo's voice over for the entirety of DM1— Kawabata Yoshiaki's (Mashita's VA) introduction! The gap is... actually really cute in a way???
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cookikiixp · 2 months ago
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Hello Dreamers.
WELCOME TO BLUISH SPACE
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ꕥHi hello it's me KIKI :3
ꕥ you can call me kiki i really don't mind being called by my ocs name it makes me feel happy
★I'm the creator of★
OMORI KIKI and OMORI DAISY!
(which u can reach with the tag of #omorikiki #kikiomori #omoridaisy #daisyomori #omoriboydaisy #daisyomoriboy)
↑ my omori ocs that i spent days to create and put my heart n sweat N many more things :3 (shh)
{i also have an omori au called awaremori but it's on my Instagram highlights and i didn't finish the charts yet like i said I'm lazy 💔 BUT MAYBE İN FUTURE ANYWAY}
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🫧𓇼𓏲*Lets take a close look to KIKI and DAISY✩‧₊˚🎐
🎨 the real world kiki 🖌️and headspace kiki
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Kiki's symbolizing colour: Baby blue
Kiki's symbolizing flower: Daisies 🌼
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/ᐠ - ˕ -マ and this is DAISY the omori boy comic version (literally the beta KIKI!)
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now we also have BLACKSPACE KIKI! she's out of ink... pain.... tears... sadness..fear.... ooohhhh .......
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tho... I'm sure she'd love some company
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✎ᝰ. please feel free asking questions about her it'll also help me to develop her story further which I'm trying to update soon (as soon as possible I'm just lazy)
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✎ᝰ.ᐟ WARNING 𓇢𓆸
! my account is mostly about
OC X CC (oc[kiki/daisy]×cc[basil/flower)
but i also do fanarts of the main cast and omori characters I'm making so if you hate oc x canon or feel uncomfortable at all please dni or just block/leave etc
[YOU CAN REACH MY OTHER ACCS FROM HERE]
! I'm someone pretty sensitive so please be civil.
★about the★
OC[KIKI/DAISY] X CANON[BASIL/FLOWER]
(You can reach it with the tags #omoribloombrush #bloombrushomori #omoriboybloombrush #bloombrushomoriboy #basilxkiki #kikixbasil)
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it's like my personal free therapy that's why i feel happy drawing abt them and receiving fanarts about them!!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 so please feel free to make fanarts of them!! (it makes me so happy that i start to run around squealing)
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Of course, since this is my last year at school, it's debatable whether I can be very active... anyway sometimes i get too lazy and get into art block so idk if I'll be able to make arts just so you guys are aware :D(it was much longer than i expected it to be?? idk i tried my best! :3
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nvirskies · 10 months ago
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children of hestia hc's
a/n: was thinking about how the other two maiden goddesses (athena + artemis) both have their own way of claiming/having kids, biological or not. and then it made me think about how hestia was the only one left with no cabin and no children in the canon pjo universe
warnings: none? lmk if there are any i need to add!
nsfw, 16-/21+ dni
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not her biological kids but hold reflections of her powers
formed from the ashes of the hearth up in olympus, breathed life into by hestia
since the hearth is always burning and tended to up in olympus, there's a lot of ashes and embers so she scooped them up in her hands and formed little dolls
kind of like how humans were first formed in myth by prometheus' hand of clay & breathed life into by athena
if they find each other in the wild they'll have an inexplainable pull to each other, almost immediately clocking each other as someone oddly familiar + familial (being formed from the same divine ashes) even without the knowledge of their godly roots
pretty mellow people, will not throw the first punch
that being said: if they're pissed off for whatever reason, someone fucked up real badly
usually mediator/neutral middle man for any conflicts
cabin is neutral ground for entire camp, no violence allowed within it
they'll lead the vast majority of ceremonies if chiron or mr. d don't make any request to lead themselves or it isn't a god-specific thing
will be claimed if any part of their body is immersed in flames
symbol above their head would be an outline of a sacrificial fire, the main brazier up in olympus
once at camp and claimed, they work with hephaestus kids with fire for forge, and will monitor all sacrificial fires
granted privilege of first burn for any and all sacrifices
a few of their powers includes:
invulnerability to any and all heat + flame (including greek fire and hellfire)
healed by flames/heat of any kind
teleportation to any building with a fire burning within it, or even a campfire
memory manipulation in relation to family/familial bonds (does not have to be blood family chosen family trope &lt;3)
typhokinesis/fumokinesis (smoke manipulation)
pyrokinesis (extending to all forms of fire + flame)
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undeniablereckoningart · 4 months ago
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might change fawn's voiceclaim bc it's not staying as jimmy fucking urine
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alessabriel · 3 months ago
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Pink shimmer
Summary: In Zaun you don't always live, everyone, each and every one of the inhabitants, no matter what level they live on, knows they must survive, you always survive every day and surviving involves paths you don't want to take.
Cw. Scenes with blood and violence typical of the canon, angst with ambiguous ending, reader with characteristics: white hair and pink eyes,
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Vi hated silence, it was something despicable to her and her psyche, five years inside a four-walled room with no one to talk to, no one to listen to, and nothing to do was hell. She never stopped to think about how much she heard in Zaun, between streets and alleys there was always the industrial hum, voices she never fully recognized, the laughter of her brothers and that voice that always made her skin crawl, a voice that could bring her calm like no one else ever could, a voice that in her brain was within the category of unforgettable. It had all been a hell plagued by some beatings that she had seen herself provoking to be given in order to get even and respond, that earned her isolation but it was no different from day to day, that had been her life until that day.
Someone got her out of jail.
At first she didn't believe in that enforcer, just another Piltie who believed she could handle something that was bigger than all of Piltover and at the beginning she wasn't wrong, it was that very thing, but, as time went by Caitlyn Kiramman stopped being just an Enforcer and an insufferable Piltie to be someone inside her chest, even though she was someone inside her chest she never saw herself telling her life beyond what she allowed herself, she had to preserve that, so that no one else would contaminate it but between that night after a fight that she couldn't contain herself to start with someone from her past, someone from her past who knew where she would be.
|| The first blow came unexpectedly, and out of nowhere, treachery was the implicit message. The same blow ended up bringing the brunette to the ground, who in seconds stood up and faced the pink-haired girl.
Everyone in the alley fled.
Vi knew that what spoke for her was anger, courage and rage at knowing that Sevika had betrayed Vander, what he meant before and everything he brought. A betrayal that still burns and gives her the strength to deliver each blow until having Sevika against the ground, her voice came out.
"Where's Powder?! What did they do to him?" she questions with a firm and demanding voice, anger and anger tinting her tone "Where's [Name]?!"
And perhaps Vi should have suspected that amused smile, that dark and mocking smile, almost poisonous and toxic, destined to contaminate, to hurt, to destroy.
"...she works for him" Sevika answers briefly and amusedly, feeling the weakness in Violet's grip and taking advantage of that, there is no reason to hold back or soften anything, because between alleys and the rest of the Zaunitas the rumor spreads, a true fact that Violet, Vander's daughter is with a Piltie "he even treats her like a daughter, she is no longer Powder but Jinx"
Vi did not know when or how, but the ringing in her ears became deafening, and heavy, her head had contaminated cotton filling every space and disbelief, desperation, helplessness and emptiness fill her. Powder with Silco?
"[Name]?" she finds herself questioning in a small voice, not what her loud and firm voice is, just a vestige of before when the edge of something is embedded in her side with a hefty, bloody, violent and perhaps sadistic slowness.
Sevika turns the blade around by rising from the ground, bringing Violet's weight to the edge of the blood-soaked blade and pulling her out, watching her fall to her knees like a puppet whose strings have been cut. It's satisfying in a way. With her mechanical hand she takes a handful of pink hair, slipping a single engraved gold coin between her lips and closing her mouth herself, before retracting the mechanical arm to strike the first blow.
"...she's worse"
But it all ends with a bullet landing on metal.||
So, in retrospect, I didn't expect to be able to find her, but I try, I try amidst all the persecution, and together with Caitlyn they reached that area, climbing and jumping, dodging Silco's men. It was an isolated area with only one door through which they entered, being pursued only by one last man inside the room, who in a matter of seconds is shot down by a bullet that makes her stand still. She admires the room, in the heights there are circular windows with bars. The area where she was was empty, but where the darkness converged, she saw something, a pair of pink eyes that make her feel and not feel at the same time.
"...I see it was true," says a female voice, syrupy, almost bored and mocking, like a joke that only she understands.
After that voice she saw a long white hair in the light before it fell, and it was a few meters away from her and Caitlyn, her heart stopped as it could not, it was her, it was her but so different and the same, long white hair lacking any tone or color except for the soft pale pink roots almost just a reflection, body with soft curves but notice there is a certain thinness that remains, features still delicate and feminine but with an expression of boredom, as she tilts her head to one side like a feline not understanding.
It was her, it was her [Name].
And his hands itch to touch her, but a bullet passes dangerously close to him again leaving a soft reddish line on his cheek that almost blew his ear off, a looseness in handling weapons and he notices bandages covering from his fingers to his elbows, bandages tinted red, but he never expected that look to tell him so much but at the same time nothing, a pair of eyes that he remembered as having a dark tone turned to a dangerous and almost toxic pink color.
"With a piltie? I knew you could fall under Violet. But that much?" the unknown female figure questions, with a lazy smile
"It's not what it seems..." Vi tries, in vain, to explain
Perhaps she shouldn't have thought it would be that easy, Sevika had told her that if Jinx was with Silco almost like a daughter and it was true, she should have believed that in those words, when she feels cornered, like a wild animal by a superior predator lurking around her and Caitlyn clings to her jacket, for the first time she knows what it is to be afraid of something that shouldn't generate fear. She knew [Name] since she was little, both of them taking care of younger brothers and sadly [Name]'s younger sister: Lily died at the hands of an Enforcer, and she remembered it late, when she felt the wild tug of Caitlyn's hand and only had a second before turning and seeing Caitlyn on the ground at [Name]'s feet with a firm chain wrapped around Caitlyn's neck. Caitlyn's level, she fears for the first time and more so when the chain continues to tighten, little by little and so slowly that it unhinges her, drives her to despair and she feels the helplessness of seeing how Caitlyn can barely fight, clinging to the chain without being able to flee or move because a boot is pressed hard on her knee from behind, if she breaks her knee it will be impossible for her to get out unharmed herself.
"If it's what it seems Violet, you show up after five years" [Name] hisses in a cold, almost helpless tone of voice "...and you do it with a piltie hanging from your fucking arm, that uniform no matter how much you modify it is still the same" the pink-eyed one ends up saying in the air with an implicit mockery, a fed up and somewhat dull, her cold gaze focused on the chain, on the useless attempt of the enforcer to fight until she cuts off her air enough to knock her down and let her fall to the ground "...you should go back to Piltover, things always change" advises the pink-eyed one
Vi never felt such a visceral fear of being the center of that gaze, of those eyes that she used to love to see because they were a dark tone that cleared up in the sunlight and left a spectrum that fascinated her, eyes that looked at her with shyness and love when they were just two silly teenagers fighting to survive and find themselves among the streets of Zaun. She is afraid, afraid of what might happen and of what she doesn't know, helplessness that runs through her veins so quickly and she wants to fight, her survival instinct comes into play but on the contrary she doesn't seem to care in the least.
"W-why?" Vi questions, with a broken tone seeing Caitlyn on the ground unconscious and only by the slow rise of her back does she confirm that she is not dead but that terrifies her, the notion that she saw death in the eyes of the one she loved and loves the most currently "What happened to you?"
"You say it as if you weren't different yourself" the white-haired girl recites with ease before diving into the dark side of the room and in a second she is out of the opponent's range of vision "... everything changes Violet, people included"
Vi has to swallow dryly, she was moving so fast that she barely managed to keep up with her and that's when she manages to see her, sitting on top of a beam with a bit of dark light coming in from somewhere and she sees her, a long chain in her hands that ends in a sharp end like a scythe or an Oz, but it's so sharp that she fears she might see it cut but she handles it with ease, as if it were an extension of herself.
How much had happened?
"P-powder she, t-she...-" Vi begins uselessly, feeling as helpless and vulnerable as when Sevika told her the truth, because it was the truth and she wants to vomit, everything is coming together in her head
"She works with Silco, like everyone else but with privileges" answers the white-haired one shrugging her shoulders as if it were no big deal
"You too?"
And the taller one with pink hair prays, implores something she never believed in to say no, to shake her head and give her the calm she needs, that there will be no more of that silence so fairy-tale.
"...everyone works for Silco, Violet, don't be naive"
Something breaks, maybe it's the weight of everything and the fear that pushes it as far into her mind as possible, pushing it away so much that she steps forward furiously, fear and terror are changed by anger, courage, indignation and desire to fight, to hit her.
"You too!" Vi exclaimed furiously and when a giggle was heard she wished she could break her mouth "What's so funny?! You betrayed Vander, what he wanted for Zaun! What we hated so much as children!"
"But we are no longer children, understand that once and for all" the pink-eyed woman answers quickly without flinching, playing with the chain, a tacit warning "Vander or not, I needed to survive and make Powder survive, so I had to rip out my heart for that, I was going to do it"
It is like a bucket of cold water, Vi remains silent swallowing dry saliva when the tone of her beloved's voice is heard firm and without hesitation, a ferocity that borders on the unnatural added to the almost violent pink eyes.
"... don't try to tell me that you could have done better, make me laugh" the woman continues speaking before falling from the beam in a single clean jump, revealing for the first time her arms uncovered by the sleeveless blouse and high collar that she wore, a shoulder pad on the right side but fine lines like a break in the skin that light up in a violet pink as if there was light under her skin "Everyone survives in Zaun Violet, don't forget that"
"You talk about survival and all that, but what the hell did Caitlyn do to you that you would do that to her?! You almost killed her!" accuses with a firm and loud tone Vi, quickly approaching the unconscious body when [Name] approaches and leaves her near him, he will not hesitate to fight
"So you already chose, huh? Interesting choice, I hope that doesn't come to bite you in the ass later"
Everything happened so fast that she doesn't know how or when, she should have expected it since what she remembers from her adolescence is that [Name] always managed to take her by surprise and this time is no different, the blow of falling to the ground reaches her extremities first and that's when she notices it, pale, lifeless skin, thin and fine lines of breakage that shine in a pinkish-violet tone as if there was light underneath, her long white hair creates a curtain that isolates them from the world and she sees the dagger so close to her face that she swallows dryly, feeling its weight on herself and the null hesitation of the hands of her beloved, of her heart because [Name] was always her heart and always would be, whether they were fighting eternally or not. He can't help but notice how beautiful she looks, how wild and precious, the intent to kill in her eyes but the emptiness in her gaze.
"...you're just as beautiful as I remember, cupcake" he found himself whispering, despite the sharp edge of the dagger against his neck
And perhaps it was a bad combination of words because the white-cinnamon girl reacted badly, stabbing the dagger very close to his ear, cutting off only a lock of hair.
"...don't you dare call me that name again, it's contaminated" the pink-eyed girl whispered resentfully, before getting up "...take your fucking piltie and get out of here, I don't want to see you, next time I'll kill you and hang you from my tower"
Vi can't help but want to scream when he sees her walk to the window which she opens and jumps through, but when she looks down she can barely see, the pollution and smog make it difficult for her to see, [Name] let her go, she wants to ask so much but she keeps quiet and picks up Caitlyn, they must continue.
He wants to find her again, he will never be able to live properly without her heart.
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sadly-never-after · 11 days ago
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Music in the EAH Universe and who listens to them Part 6.
This is just an excuse to try to make music puns and share music I think the characters would listen to. (Some of these are even canon by the books!) I don't even like a majority of these musicians but I am fully convinced of my choices here. I marked in colours the one that are canonically part of the EAH Universe.
Since Tumblr only allows 100 inline links for a post I have to make different parts.
Part 1 (Alistair, Apple, Ashlynn, Blondie, Briar, Bunny)
Part 2 (Cupid, Cedar, Cerise, Chase, Courtly, Daring)
Part 3 (Darling, Dexter, Duchess, Farrah, Faybelle, Ginger)
Part 4 (Holly, Hopper, Humphrey, Hunter, Jillian, Justine)
Part 5 (Kitty, Lizzie, Maddie, Meeshell, Melody, Nina)
Part 6 (Poppy, Ramona, Raven, Rosabella, Sparrow, Tucker)
(❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ Poppy O'Hair (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈☁︎‎‎‧₊˚
Mayhem! in the Ballroom (Emperor's New Clothes, Victorious, She Had The World)
Lady Yaga (Born this way, Alejandro, Bad Romance)
Katy Fairy (Firework, Part of Me, Roar)
April Vineyard (Girlfriend, Sk8er Boi (if you guys listen to the entire song instead of only the first verses you'll understand), I Fell In Love With The Devil)
Truelove (Raspberry, Tongue Tied, Schoolboy)
·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:· Ramona Badwolf ·:¨༺ ♱🐺♱ ༻¨:·
Rabbit Hole (Jennifer's Body, Credit In The Straight World, Northern Star)
Corset Suffocation (Feels Blind, Rebel Girl, Alien She)
Incandescence (Bring Me To Life, Everybody's Fool, Sweet Sacrifice)
Fall Out Book (Centuries, I Don't Care, Fake Out)
Writtin Park (Bleed It Out, Burning in the Skies, Runaway)
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Raven Queen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽🔮☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Taylor Quick (Anti-Hero, Enchanted, You're On Your Own Kid)
Royale (Royals, 400 Lux, Ladder Song)
Lady Yaga (Bloody Mary, Monster, Government Hooker)
I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY CURSED ME (Mad IQs, New Invention, Absinthe)
Spellannah Joffe (Die Your Daughter, Nobody Wants Me Tonight, My Dog Died)
༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚. Rosabella Beauty ༉‧₊˚🕯️🥀❀༉‧₊˚.
Penelorepe Scott (Rät, Dead girls, American Healthcare)
Bob Dalan-a-Dale (Blowin' in the wind, The Times They Are A-Changing, A Hard Rain's A Gonna Fall)
Joan Bard (We Shall Overcome, Diamonds & Rust, Girl of Constant Sorrow)
Mirra Simone (Sinnerman, Mississippi Goddam, Revolution)
Sam Book (A Change is gonna come, Mean Old World, Jesus gave me water)
🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴ Sparrow Hood 🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆♪ °˖➴જ⁀➴
Knight Chloe (Too Close, Hooves, Michelle)
Black Rebel Carriage Club (Beat the Devil's Tattoo, American X, Weapon of Choice)
Wolf Killer Kids (Hang Me Up To Dry, First, Robbers)
The Legacy Keys (Lonely Boy, Weight of love, Little Black Submarines)
Prince Ferdinand (Take Me Out, Love Illumination, Lazy Boy)
Wands N' Roses (Paradise City, Sympathy for the devil, Sweet Child O' Mine)
He gets an extra one because the Knight Chloe ones are all very shippy.
✩°。 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆ Tucker ✩°。 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮🎸⋆⭒˚。⋆
Giantz (Feel Good Inc., Kids With Guns, Momentary Bliss)
The Spells (Little Girl, Is This It?, The Adults Are Talking)
The Legacy Keys (Fever, Go, Psychotic Girl)
Black Rebel Carriage Club (Red Eyes And Tears, Going Under, Restless Sinner)
Prince Ferdinand (The Dark of the Matinee, Curious, Billy Goodbye)
You are trapped on an eight-hour long road trip with these guys and you have to give one of them the aux chord.
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jabberstar · 10 days ago
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CHB Attendance & Cabins
Camp activities director: Chiron.
Camp director: Mr. D.
Cabins 0-20.
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a/n: I would have included all of their abilities but that would've made the post very long. Anyways, thanks for reading! <3
a/n 2: I'm 100% open to adding to this list!! There's only around 80ish names on here, and I'd gladly accept more!! Send me an ask or multiple and I'll put it down.
ramble: lots of these not-canon names I found on this website right here while googling, and a lot of the first names either hold no significance whatsoever or are found on pinterest. I scripted a lot of intricate details about camp because it's a very small community especially after the titan war and knowing who everyone is is actually a bit useful.
A small list of things I scripted include: first names, last names, summer only/year round camper, allergies, years at camp, years old, hair color, eye color, and a list of abilities they have. If you want more details about each cabin, I'll gladly make separate posts for each because I find each of them very interesting. Everything is copy and paste from my notion.
🔥 Cabin 0: Hestia.
Cabin for counselors hand-picked by Hestia and the unclaimed of camp. The counselors are considered to be modern priestesses of Hestia. Additionally, campers who do not have official cabins can choose to stay here or a cabin approved by Chiron and the head counselor.
🔥 Ophelia Levine
+ Head counselor.
+ Biological daughter of Helios.
🔥Darcie Cromwell
+ Secondary counselor
+ Biological daughter of Leto.
🔥Cleo Thatcher
+ General counselor.
+ Biological daughter of Eos.
🌱 Alder Finch
+ Biological child of Pan, decides to live in cabin 0.
? Robbie Abernathy
+ Unclaimed.
? Paris Villin
+ Unclaimed.
? Dell Allard
+ Unclaimed.
? Camille Robinson
+ Unclaimed.
? Aspen Aitho
+ Unclaimed.
⚡️Cabin 1: Zeus.
Cabin for children of Zeus.
☁️ Jason Grace
+ Head counselor.
+ Patron: Juno.
☁️ Thalia Grace
+ Secondary counselor.
+ Patron: Artemis.
See: Head counselor of cabin 7.
🪷 Cabin 2: Hera.
Cabin for campers & counselors hand-picked by Hera. Counselors are regarded as modern priestesses of Hera.
👑 Vivienne Burnedette
+ Head counselor.
+ Biological daughter of Rhea.
👑 Marcella Augustus
+ Secondary counselor.
+ Biological daughter of Pandaisia.
🌊 Cabin 3: Poseidon.
Cabin for children of Poseidon.
💧 Percy Jackson
+ Head counselor.
🌾 Cabin 4: Demeter.
Cabin for children of Demeter.
🌱 Katie Gardener
+ Head counselor.
🌱 Billie Smith
+ Secondary counselor.
🌱 Echo Fortune
+ General counselor.
🌱 Tony Silvia
+ Camper.
🌱 Leah Connor
+ Camper.
+ Supplier for medicinal herbs.
🌱 Meg McCaffery
+ Camper.
🌱 Belladonna Nightshade
+ Camper.
+ Supplier for cabin 20's herbs.
+ Helps in the infirmary with dangerous plant ingestion.
⚔️ Cabin 5: Ares.
Cabin for children of Ares.
🗡 Clarrise La Rue
+ Head counselor.
🗡 Sherman Yang
+ Secondary counselor.
🗡 Ellis Wakefield
+ General counselor.
🗡 Lila Admiraal
+ Camper.
🗡 Vance Harlow
+ Camper.
+ Patron: Eris.
🗡 Cecelia LaPointe
+ Camper.
+ Patron: Enyo.
🗡 Kris Katona
+ Camper.
🗡 Bree Chevalier
+ Camper.
🗡 Mathilda Rød
+ Camper.
📚 Cabin 6: Athena.
Cabin for children of Athena.
📖 Annabeth Chase
+ Head counselor.
📖 Malcolm Pace
+ Secondary counselor.
📖 Marco Voss
+ General counselor.
+ Patron: Dionysus.
📖 Sophia Sharp
+ Camper.
+ Patron: Dionysus.
📖 Alice Rayne
+ Camper.
📖 Jasper Maxwell
+ Camper.
📖 Kevin Lister
+ Camper.
📖 Kelly Lister
+ Camper.
📖 Helen Luminara
+ Camper.
☀️ Cabin 7: Apollo.
Cabin for children of Apollo.
💽 Will Solace
+ Head counselor.
+ Head medic.
💽 Kayla Knowles
+ Secondary counselor.
+ Assistant medic.
💽 Austin Lake
+ General counselor.
💽 Elio June
+ Camper.
+ Medic in training.
💽 Ash Anatolius
+ Camper.
+ Medic.
💽 Cassie Ververs
+ Camper.
🌕 Cabin 8: Artemis.
Cabin for the Hunters of Artemis; often unoccupied. Hunters of Artemis are companions of Artemis that hunt with her, and are immortal unless killed in battle. They are made to be sworn celibate and are often around the ages of 12-18. Many hunters of pasts unknown to Camp, but are usually related to the godly parents of the 20 other cabins.
🌘 Thalia Grace
+ Lieutenant of Artemis.
+ Daughter of Zeus.
🌘 Hunter Kowalski
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Anna Crimson
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Zia Armstrong
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Kirsten Miller
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Jessica Johnson
+ Hunter of Artemis.
+ Medic.
🌘 Evan Cross
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Taylor Anderson
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Amelia Moore
+ Hunter of Artemis.
+ Medic.
🌘 Charlotte Jackson
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🌘 Emma Paterson
+ Hunter of Artemis.
🔥 Cabin 9: Hephaestus.
Cabin for children of Hephaestus.
🛠 Nyssa Barrera
+ Head counselor.
🛠 Leo Valdez
+ Secondary counselor.
🛠 Jake Mason
+ General counselor.
🛠 Harley Mince
+ Camper.
🛠 Shane Sierra
+ Camper.
🛠 Lacy Sonarr
+ Camper.
🛠 Cyrus Brandt
+ Camper.
🛠 Jane Antoinette
+ Camper.
🕊 Cabin 10: Aphrodite.
Cabin for the children of Aphrodite. There are a minimal number of other campers allowed to live in the cabin, most of which being children of the companions of Aphrodite.
💌 Piper Mclean
+ Head counselor.
💌 Drew Tanaka
+ Secondary counselor.
💌 Mitchell Cecamore
+ General counselor.
💌 Valentina Diaz
+ Camper.
💌 Leah Lamoree
+ Camper.
💌 James Fenimore
+ Camper.
💌 Barbie Couture
+ Camper.
💌 Victoria Hood
+ Camper.
💌 Octavia Margeaux
+ Camper.
💘 Khloe D'Amores
+ Camper.
+ Biological daughter of Eros.
❤️ Ivy Desir
+ Camper.
+ Biological daughter of Himeros.
🖤 Sebastian Lieb
+ Camper.
+ Biological son of Anteros.
📨 Cabin 11: Hermes.
Cabin for children of Hermes.
🪽 Travis Stoll
+ Co-Head counselor.
🪽 Connor Stoll
+ Co-Head counselor.
🪽 Cecil Markowitz
+ Secondary counselor.
🪽 Vicky Rapin
+ General counselor.
🪽 Julia Feingold
+ Camper.
🪽 Alice Mayazawa
+ Camper.
🪽 Alex Rueter
+ Camper
🪽 Brooklyn Angel
+ Camper.
🪽 Eloy Kan
+ Camper.
🍇 Cabin 12: Dionysus.
Cabin for children of Dionysus.
🍷 Pollux Angevin
+ Head counselor.
🪦 Cabin 13: Hades.
Cabin for children of Hades.
🦴 Nico Di Angelo
+ Head counselor.
🦴 Hazel Levesque
+ Secondary counselor.
+ Roman; attends Camp Jupiter.
🌈 Cabin 14: Iris.
Cabin for children of Iris.
🌦 Butch Walker
+ Head counselor.
🌦 Blanche Enfys
+ Secondary counselor.
🌦 Lauren Vaiva
+ General counselor.
🌦 Felicity Ragin
+ Camper.
🌦 Anuenue Light
+ Camper.
🥛 Cabin 15: Hypnos.
Cabin for children of Hypnos.
💤 Clovis Drema
+ Head counselor.
💤 Zoe Ventus
+ Secondary counselor.
💤 Oliver Unikko
+ General counselor.
💤 Reverie Scott
+ Camper.
💤 Eloise Slep
+ Camper.
💤 Amelia Moondrip
+ Camper.
⚖️ Cabin 16: Nemesis.
Cabin for children of Nemesis.
🔗 Damian White
+ Head counselor.
🔗 Lucas Garcia
+ Secondary counselor.
🔗 Daniell Martins
+ General counselor.
🏆 Cabin 17: Nike.
Cabin for children of Nike.
🏅 Laurel Victor
+ Co-Head counselor.
🏅 Holly Victor
+ Co-Head counselor.
🏅 Nick Kemp
+ Secondary counselor.
🏅 Liban Michaels
+ General counselor.
🫗 Cabin 18: Hebe.
Cabin for children of Hebe.
🧸 Paolo Montes
+ Head counselor.
🧸 Gideon King
+ Secondary counselor.
🧸 April Caruso
+ General counselor.
🧸 Azra Page
+ Camper.
🧸 Bambi Frisk
+ Camper.
🧸 Kau'i Young
+ Camper.
🎰 Cabin 19: Tyche.
Cabin for children of Tyche.
🪙 Chiara Benvenuti
+ Head counselor.
🪙 Chance Archambault
+ Secondary counselor.
🪙 Felix Devlin
+ Co-General counselor.
🪙 Halona Mallory
+ Co-General counselor.
🔮 Cabin 20: Hecate.
Cabin for children of Hecate.
🎱 Lou Ellen Blackstone
+ Co-Head counselor.
🎱 Rayne Sterling
+ Co-Head counselor.
🎱 Viktor Balachandra
+ Secondary counselor.
🎱 Blaise Ecthelion
+ General counselor.
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⊹₊⋆ Hope you enjoyed lovelies <3
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