#* ic: the eternal end.

[nelkcats]

Phantom Fever

When Danny left Amity he was pretty sure it would be a quick trip. He wasn't expecting a few days' visit to Gotham to check some annoying "co-workers" of Vlad's, a gala and a serious case of fever.

Being fair, Danny didn't know that ghosts could get sick, or how much damage this could do. His powers went completely haywire, activating and deactivating in the middle of the street, and it was only thanks to Vlad that he was able to come up with an excuse or two.

Vlad obviously didn't expect him to get sick either, if his disgusted face was anything to go by. The two had a truce of sorts but it was obvious they were only on friendly terms thanks to Jack Fenton.

Danny didn't feel like locking himself in a room and drinking soup. He wanted to call Frostbite, but he was too far away from the Realms, and the halfa refused to let Vlad check on him.

So he ended up on the streets of Gotham, spreading early winter and ice stalagmites in his wake. It was just luck that Vlad found him before the bats, who were obviously interested in the new development. Danny wondered how he was supposed to attend the gala in those conditions.

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Jingliu

[astrxlfinale]

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WILL THESE FURRY FUCKS EVERY GIVE ME PEACEEEEEEEEEEEE

[abyssmalice]

@sercphs replied to your post “"Hmm? What's this on the ground? A button... Will...”:

CRADLE TAKES THE TONI PLUSH AND RUNS

SOMEONE SAVE HER SHE'S BEING KIDNAPPED BY A WEIRDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! I love all your work - it gives me life ~

I absolutely love how you’ve added so much detail (especially the small things) to these characters and the overall story!! It’s been fantastic to watch the little details grow and unfold over time.

I love your take on Thena and cold weather! If you have time or any ideas I was wondering if you could do something angsty that elaborates on that — maybe something like hypothermia? Thanks so much!!!

"Are you done yet?!"

"Easy, Gil," Phastos discouraged, although even the usually unbothered and unshaken Fabricator flinched at the harsh tone of it. His rings floated through the air as he examined their teammate--their poor, shivering sister. "She'll live."

"Of course she'll live!" Gil barked, standing from the edge of the greentank and out of the comforting chatter of Sersi and Ajak beside him. "I care about the fact that she's freezing!"

Thena curled up on Phastos' console/exam table, unable to stop her trembling as her body desperately tried to regulate itself. She wouldn't lose any limbs or anything, but even her body of Cosmic Energy was struggling to keep the blood in her veins flowing steadily. "G-G-G-Gi-Gil-"

"I'm here, Thena," he was quick to respond, all but shoving Phastos clear across the room as he moved to scoop her up into his arms again. Her trembling didn't exactly stop but certainly it was better than nothing. "I'm right here."

He had been there from the moment she was retrieved after falling through the ice and into the Baltic Sea.

They had been battling a pack of frighteningly large Deviants across the frigid landscape of the continent. Blizzards were constant and they had unwittingly tracked them right onto the ice.

"Ajak, please," he pleaded with their Prime, who one of the few Eternals who had not been on the receiving end of Gil's ire since returning. "Can't you do something?"

"I'm sorry," Ajak cooed, first at Thena, running her hand over her golden curls of hair. She looked up at Gil, pressing her palm to his cheek, "I can close wounds, mend bones, stop bleeding. But I can't make the heart pump faster."

There were a lot of intricacies to Ajak's powers, and Gil had tried to ask her about warming up Thena before to no avail.

"Just take her to bed," Ajak suggested, giving the Strongest Eternal her permission to be relieved of duty until Thena was in fighting condition again.

Gil pressed a kiss to Thena's temple as he walked out of the console room and towards his quarters. She always slept better in his bed than in hers, even when he was with her. "Don't worry, Thena. I'll get you warmed up."

She said nothing, her teeth chattering loudly in her jaw. She settled on pressing her cheek into him. "S-S-S-S-St-St-S-"

She couldn't muster a single word. Gil hurried into his room, immediately pulling the covers up over them as he wrapped his arms around her. He had seen Thena cold--she got cold pretty easily. But he had never seen her like this. He was scared.

Thena's hands clenched at him, trying to convey something. Either she didn't have the words or she wouldn't be able to verbalise them anyway. She tapped her fingers at his chest.

"Okay," he whispered, kissing her freezing cold forehead and taking her hands between his. Their armour dispersed from between them and he pulled her closer, pressing her skin to his.

Thena sighed.

Gil buried his nose in her hair, holding onto her as if the outside world were trying to rip her away from him. It this was what it took, he would hold her all night, not take his eyes off of her, hold her hands--anything.

Thena nestled and nuzzled closer to him continually, surrendering her pride to the need to feel his warmth. Eventually, her lips parted. "Gil."

"I've got you," he whispered, puffing hot breath against her cheek and then kissing it as if to seal it in.

"Got me," she repeated, finally showing some semblance of being Thena. She snuck her feet in between his, which he allowed wordlessly. Her hands flexed again, this time against the skin of his chest. "Better."

Better: better than the cold, better than she had been feeling before, better him than anyone else. Thena didn't need a plethora of words to communicate, least of all with him.

Gil meshed their legs together, his knees between hers and over top of her thigh. He moved his hands over the delicate sculpt of her hips, her ribs, her back. Everywhere her frigid skin yearned for his attention.

Thena continued to loosen as he held her, his hands so much warmer than any fire and so much more comforting than any blanket or pillow. And certainly, his presence was much more assuring than any power given by the Celestials.

Gil settled his arms around her waist and his hands on her back only when she was no longer trembling. She was all but purring when that satisfaction did eventually come. He moved his head on the pillow, so close to her that their lips and noses and eyelashes could brush with the slightest movement. His head bonked hers affectionately. "Warmer?"

"Much," she sighed against him, her face half buried under his and into his pillow.

"Good," he sufficed to say, not that he would be going anywhere any time soon. "You need rest. I'll be here."

"Good," she said in return, her hands leaving his hips and creeping their way up to his back as well.

He could tell that his warmth had really permeated her when her hands were no longer frigid but instead nice and warm on his back.

[anankelotus]

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TOA Canon [Underground Citizen of Abyss/Ashen Wolves Professor at the Officers Academy]

FATES [Post Hidden Truths, Route Unspecified]

Post Hidden Truths, revived the power of his dragon half. He is mentally unstable due to the influence of King Anankos, and does not remember any of the time between his death and arriving at Garreg Mach. He knows he died, and then he woke up at the entrance to Abyss. Hence he decides to remain there for now, he does not know himself anymore and does not wish to accidentally hurt anyone with what he does not know. He is confused for the most part, but he knows that he has done awful things in the past. Atonement is not an easy path, but... is there not to be something said for trying?

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He is not aware of the events of any of the paths, returned to rest with the body as an empty husk of a soul. It doesn't really matter which route it is, since the details are handwaved anyway lol.

He will behave in much the same way as he does in Heirs of Fate, confused and slightly erratic. His memories are a tangling mess, so he isn't exactly sure what is what anymore.

He has only ever loved two people, Cadros and Mikoto. Though he will never acknowledge his love of Cadros, as he feels as though he betrayed him during his accidental death at his hand.

He likes animals, as they will not judge him as humans will. His favourite animals are turtles, he feels a bit of kinship to them, given that dragons are technically reptiles as well.

He loves his children very much, though his knowledge of them is limited due to dying soon after learning Lilith was his daughter and because he sent Corrin away with his mother when she was still a baby.

Because of his benevolence, and a deep love for the world and everyone in it, even if he is terribly confused as to who he is, he has a tendency to somewhat take any students without parents/who seem lonely under his wing, treating them as if they were his own children.

He does not think of himself as ever being a king. Valla’s only true kings were Cadros and his family line, he does not deserve that title.

Chronic apologizer, even for things that he was not responsible for. (Not actual fates events, more like. If someone else knocks something over in his presence, he'll act like he's the one who needs to apologize.)

He does not retain any of his draconic powers, at least for the most part. And he doesn’t mind that all that much. He is perfectly content with remaining as his human avatar. Things are better this way, they feel better this way.

His appearance either looks something like this or this. As much as I like the look of normal Anankos, I think he deserved to be a little fucked up even in his human form. There has to be a reason why he hides under his cloak all time, after all.

He does not know of Kana or any other children that Corrin may have.

[vixlenxe]

“I’m on an eternal quest to find something that will finally kill me. If she ends up being that person, she should get a fucking party thrown in her honor.”

[kintsugiscars-archive]

How do you deny your end?

a story told through the centuries

your name is spoken through the ages in a type of reverence that comes with legacy and greatness. you are the hero. you are the grandmaster. you are the beginning and the end, the masterful weave of irresistible fantasy that gets everyone enraptured. over time, your name becomes muddled and strange, but they still speak of you. there has only been a few things in this world who have lasted as long as you. your name refuses to die. you refuse to end.

stolen from: @primalvessel​

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tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @puddleglumms akdjwjdj I'm so honoured!!

three ships: off the top of my head? Jude and Cardan from The Folk of the Air trilogy, Mr Gu and Yeom Mijeong from My Liberation Notes, and uhhh Anya and Dmitry from Anastasia

last song: Promise by Jimin 🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 it's been 84 years but we FINALLY have it on Spotify!!!! We won!!!

last movie: just finished watching Chicago (2003) with my sister for the first time and I actually really enjoyed it!!

currently reading: just started Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo, and I SAY I'm rereading Les Miserables by Victor Hugo but I haven't touched it in like 2 months lol

currently watching: oh boy. Ummm Call It Love, Girl From Nowhere, and W Two Worlds for Asian dramas; Daisy Jones and the Six; and Bungo Stray Dogs, Yuri on Ice, and I guess I need to start the final season of Attack on Titan for Anime

currently consuming: I just finished a glass of chocolate milk and snacking on a bowl of nuts

currently craving: any food tbh. Our dinner is almost ready I'm just ready to eat

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[mapofthesoul20]

I don’t likeee sugar rush ride, but I am obsessed with it so rip me I guess lol

[apo-theosxs]

“A rather....interesting use for soup. Humanity really will do just about anything, won’t they?”

[vylingas]

“ i had to move a great distance from you. ”

@cadisfly

   Behind Will, the hearth spits its crackling resentment, giving voice to the bitterness that squeezes Hannibal's heart. The strength of the emotion surprises him, and he detaches from it so that he can examine it, turning it over between his hands. It throbs through his body, tugging at the corner of his mouth and tightening the sturdy line of his jaw. This delights him.

   Even after all this time—perhaps more so because of it—the two of them are uniquely equipped to wound each other. Will finds the soft, fleshy paunch of Hannibal's vulnerability and sinks his teeth into it, and Hannibal throws his head back and groans like Saint Teresa each time an arrow finds its mark.

   He smiles contentedly, stretching satisfaction taut over the shape of his rancor, and does not break Will's gaze. Their presence here in Will and Blanche's house is an indignity to Hannibal—a reversal of power he can scarcely abide. Will stands in front of the fire, and Hannibal sits behind him, beneath him, on Will's hideous, poorly manufactured couch, in Will's dominion—this purgatory Will inhabits with his spouse—because he is not physically strong enough to stand.

   An image comes to Hannibal of one of Will's dogs, staring its master down in a display of dominance it cannot hope to manifest.

   He dismisses it.

   "Oedipus, too, sought to escape himself," Hannibal says into the silence between them. He wonders whether Blanche is listening to their conversation, whether she is perceptive enough to feel the warm, wet spread of mistrust. Perhaps the feeling is familiar to her already, having set down its roots somewhere tender and dark. Three years, after all, is quite a long time to pretend.

   "No country was far enough to unlatch him from his fate."

[djsangos]

out of all the people on this site i should NOT be the one telling others to take care of themselves have you fucking SEEN me

[risingretribution]

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@temperateskies said: 😊 | meme 😊: Sit down next to my muse

Oh. Suddenly he seems to have company, looking up and over with a blink. Ichimokuren seems so quiet when he pops up like this, almost appearing out of nowhere from Edgar’s perspective.

Huh.

He settles back down though, folding a hand over the page of the book he’s got open in front of him in order to hold his spot. He has a bookmark somewhere, but he can find it later.

“Hello.” A quiet greeting, as Ichimokuren just seems so�� quiet himself, Edgar finds himself trying to break the ice with him more often then not when he sees him around the city. In a way, he supposes it gives him a reason to take a break from reading, not that he needs an excuse. And not like the book is an unpleasant read; but he knows breaks are important!

“It’s quieter here, so I like to spend time under this tree to read once night falls.” Of course, to be sure he has enough light just in case, there’s a wind-up camping lantern casting light enough to illuminate the area to allow the pages to be read.

“Was I disturbing your quiet time? I can take off for now, I can still read back at home…” Granted, he has to trek back to Golden from here for that.