#Absolutely nightmarish sentence

[royalarchivist]

Slimecicle: What is "graphic Destiel sex"?

(Context: He's playing a game called "Supernatural" and a mod pinned this message)

[oepionie]

— "AND WHILE YOU SLEEP, I'LL BE SCARED." overblot gang 

SYNOPSIS: Your lover waking up from a horrific nightmare and scrambling to listen to your heartbeat so he can make sure you're still alive.

⊹ [ cw ] — angst, hurt/comfort, overblot, blood, glass shards injury, anxiety/panic attacks, insecurities, mentions of death, crying (them)◞

⊹ [ tags ] — ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. GN! READER | riddle tears his room apart, leona feels immense guilt, caring leona, azul having a panic attack, vil being an absolute mess, vil speaks german, shy idia, jamil injures himself accidentally, jamil calls you 'albi' (my heart), malleus immortality angst ◞

⊹ [ w.c ] — 1.5k+◞

✩—RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

It's far past his scheduled time for sleep.

A bitter taste is bubbling up in his throat and frothing against his tongue. Riddle doesn't know what this wretched feeling is. All he knows is that he's terrified. Perhaps that's why he allows himself to disturb your sleep, the maddening emotions slamming against his head becoming too much for him to handle.

"I-I apologize for waking you," Riddle rasps, slipping into your shared bed and burrowing his face deep into the crook of your neck. His breaths come out in quick and fleeting puffs, heart thrumming hard against his ribs.

In the dimness of the night, the myriad of mangled and torn-up books that were strewn and flung about the room in a frenzied fury could hardly be seen. Your gaze flickered down to your lover. The tips of Riddle's fingers were a blistering raw red, his once well-groomed nails now visibly chipped at its ends.

With a touch of your tender hands, you pull him down to rest against your chest.

"What's wrong?"

"I–I just…I recalled the incident of my overblot and how I hit you with that blast. H-How you nearly—" Clamping his eyes tight, Riddle dared not to finish that sentence. The boy trembles in your arms—ears fervently straining to hear the steady and melodic thump of your heart, a melody he feared he would never hear again.

A choked sob tumbles from his lips and your chest aches.

"…I'm sorry," was his quiet cry. "I'm so sorry."

✩—LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Peacefully fast asleep, your back was nestled snug against the Leona's chest while his firm bicep protectively curled around your ribs.

Over the course of your relationship, Leona began to realize how much he loved having you in his arms. You were at peace when you slept, untouched and untainted by the stress and pain you dealt with every day.

He crept his free hand up your torso, cold fingers slipping underneath your shirt, skimming up your stomach, and settling above the spot on your chest where your heartbeat danced vividly against his touch. Leona splays his fingers out more, fixated on how the thrum of your life felt against his skin.

It was a daily struggle to keep his emotions at bay, ensuring that his strong feelings and magic wouldn't hurt you again. The nightmarish phantom of his blot still haunts him to this day. That wrath was an ugly and hideous beast he wished to keep locked away in the depths of his mind for all of eternity.

Yet, at the soft beat of your delicate heart against his sullied hands—Already, Leona finds himself wavering, uncharacteristically weak.

An overpowering mix of stress and strain washes over him, pooling up into watery blobs and flowing down his cheeks in faint streaks as he silently wept.

"Fuck," Leona curses, pulling your dozing form closer to him. "Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. You don't deserve this."

✩—AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

The torment of nightmares was far worse than he remembered, but this dread he felt was unquestionably different, pressing in on him like a frigid cold. The icy sensation seeps into the marrows and dips of his flesh—his sole respite being your touch, which both warmed and scorched at his skin.

"Angelfish." Azul breathlessly sputtered, blindly patting around the bed in search of your body.

Through the fringes of his blacked out vision, he could barely make out your worried drowsy visage. This caused him to panic, pulse picking up, but you were quick to soothe him—reaching a hand out to press against his cheek. Finally finding you, the octo-mer pulled you towards his side of the bed, engulfing you in a tight hug.

Azul tried to stop the flood of tears that layered his face, but your soft lips strewn with kisses on his skin seemed to further elicit his unceasing cries. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Azul. I'm here." You whisper, cradling his face, but he was inconsolable. The octo-mer desperately clawed at your shirt as he pressed his ear deeper against your chest, practically melting into you.

The throbs of your heart echoed through his anguished mind, providing him with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't go….Please…" Azul sputters, body shaking from every deep, labored heave of his burning lungs, "Please."

✩—JAMIL VIPER:

A strangled scream awoke you from your abyssal sleep, your bleary eyes ripping open to dart here and there around the room in a manic frenzy. The ensuing shattering smash of a glass further threw your thoughts into disarray.

"Jamil?!"

Your lover had stumbled off of the bed, now kneeling against the wooden flooring with the bedsheets pooling around his hips, sheets damp from the shattered glass of water on the floor.

A bloody hand clenched at his palpitating heart, glass shards digging into his skin, as his lungs fought to maintain his breathing.

You sprang from the mattress and skidded in his direction, but Jamil scrambled away from you.

"Albi, no. There's glass. Stay away. You're going to get hurt," Jamil stammered. Holding a shaky hand up, the boy avoided your gaze.

"Jamil—" Brows pinched together, you eased towards him. "I'm not going to get hurt, don't worry."

You stepped over the shards of crystal glass with caution and made your way past, "See?"

Once you were within his reach, Jamil caved in and slowly brought you into his arms—careful with his injury. He could feel the distant sting of the cuts on his hands, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Leaning down, he lay his head over your heart. Even though the batter of your heart was frantic and panicked, it somewhat provided a steady beat for him to follow as he worked to untangle the complexities in his thoughts. Your lover sunk against you, anchoring himself against the warmth your body radiated.

✩—IDIA SHROUD:

As the minutes pass, Idia was rapidly losing every meagre amount of confidence he managed to scrape together.

"Idia…honey? Please get up." You croon, running a hand through his flaming hair.

Though it seemed as if he didn't hear anything—Idia kept his head glued against your beating chest, refusing to get up from his position on the floor.

He's been kneeling before you for so long that the rough fabric of his pants burned and skidded against the tender skin of his knees, sending excruciating stings along the threads of his flesh.

"I—No…N-No…I can't." Idia's lips quiver, eyes glossing over as he diverts his gaze. The weight of his arms lay heavy against your legs, elbows resting by your knees while his dull nails dug into the skin at the back of your thighs.

"Why's that?" You whisper.

Idia shut his eyes. The flash of numerous dreams and nightmares he's suffered at the hands of his own demented twisted memories clouded his mind. It did not help that they were all molded out of his own self-inflicted pessimism...cruel and unforgiving. A reason as to why he couldn't bear to look at you tonight, not when the image of your mangled body was still fresh on his mind.

"I-I'm s-sor-sorry…I ca-can't get up…I need to…” he stumbles for words, his breathing picking up its pace. "I need to…need to know you're okay."

✩—VIL SCHOENHEIT:

"Vil…" You worriedly murmur, pressing your lips against his mascara-stained cheeks, not minding the bitter aftertaste it left lingering in your mouth.

Laying atop the plush silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the dorm leader's eyes were ripped wide open as his chest heaved viciously. It was quite a rare sight as your lover lay vulnerable before you, heart bared open.

Oh, he was an absolute mess.

Dark streams of teary mascara ran down Vil's cheeks, his uniform wrinkled and his golden hair splayed out everywhere—unbound from its braids and tangled up.

The grip of his arms around your midsection tightens as he pressed you up closer against him, his head resting atop your chest. At the sound of your heartbeat, Vil allowed himself to unwind and let your affections banish away even the most ominous of his thoughts.

"Liebling…Es tut mir ehrlich Leid—" Vil rasps, his mother tongue dripping like honey from his lips as he suddenly found it difficult to speak the language he was so accustomed to every day.

Hushing him, you press a fleeting kiss against his brow line and Vil clamps his red-rimmed eyes shut, ceasing to say anything more.

"Hush now. Rest, my prince." You press a gentle kiss to his temple and brush the frizzes of his blonde hair away from his face.

A small smile quirks on his lips as he feels his stomach fluttering from the nickname. The look in his eyes is softly lit, warm like a candle.

✩—MALLEUS DRACONIA:

One day, Malleus knows, you will be nothing more than wilted and withered ash.

It was a truth that wrapped around him like shackling chains—tearing, whipping and lashing against his raw, bare skin. No matter how hard he pulled, scratched, and screamed at it, the chains remained.

The clanging and grating iron truth about reality cannot be so easily pushed away. Human lives are fickle, and you would inevitably leave him.

Once you do, the fae prince knows he will be a mere shadow of his former self, a wretched and lonesome creature awaiting and longing for his lover who was no more than a ghost of his fleeting memories.

"I apologize for the disturbance, my treasure."

And yet, Malleus presses his hand firmly against your beating heart. A distant marching beat serving as his reminder that you were very much alive and well.

"I truly apologize." Malleus heaves, hands clamouring against your collarbone.

Although thick tension and silence still hung heavy in the air, the dragon basked in the warmth and feel of your flushed skin, a bitter smile gracing his lips as he lay beside you on the bed.

"Sweet dreams, beastie…"

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Seungmin

You were the one who, silently and accidentally, found the key. Even though you were too scared to make a move, knowing full well how crazy Seungmin could be, you clung to that key like it was your lifeline. Seungmin, in all his obsessive detail, had somehow missed it. One fateful day, when he was away and you had no clue where he'd gone, you trembled as you opened the door. Your hands shook violently, but you managed to slip out. You sprinted as if your life depended on it, your heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst from your chest. Every shadow seemed like him, every sound made you jump, the paranoia making your skin crawl and tears well up in your eyes. Hiding became your new existence. You spent your days outside, consumed by anxiety, always looking over your shoulder. Days blurred into nights, maybe a week, maybe more—you lost all sense of time. Somehow, amid the fear and chaos, you managed to find a sliver of calm. But just as you started to think you might be safe, your nightmare returned.

One day, you heard his voice behind you. It sent ice through your veins. You spun around, heart in your throat, and there he was, standing like a phantom conjured by your darkest fears. Before you could run, he was upon you. His grip was ironclad, even stronger than you remembered, squeezing the fight out of you. You opened your mouth to scream, but he silenced you with ruthless efficiency, and everything went black. When you woke up, you were back in the nightmare you thought you'd escaped. The room was the same, oppressive and cold, and you knew with a sinking heart that your freedom had been nothing but an illusion. As your senses returned, you felt a rough hand lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes were voids of darkness, swallowing any hope you had left. "You've disappointed me perfectly, darling," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. Each word was a dagger, sharp and precise. "I don't know what goes on in your stupid mind, but make no mistake, things are about to get very ugly." His face twisted into a sinister smile, a mockery of affection, as he tightened his grip.

The air around you seemed to thicken with menace. "You thought you could escape me? You thought you could outsmart me?" His voice rose, each sentence a crescendo of madness. "I have eyes everywhere, darling. You belong to me, and you will never get away." The room spun as fear gripped you, making it hard to breathe. His words hammered into your mind, the threat behind them unmistakable. You were trapped in a waking nightmare, and the darkness in his eyes promised only one thing: more suffering, more terror, more of his twisted love that bound you tighter than any chain ever could. Everything had limited access. No windows, and the door was always locked—perhaps only Seungmin knew the secret to opening it. The room was a barren wasteland of cold, hard floor, a single bed, and a solitary lamp casting eerie shadows. You were a hostage in a nightmarish limbo, with no clarity about how long this torment would last. Days blurred into nights, and time lost all meaning. Seungmin's control was absolute, and the uncertainty gnawed at your sanity.

Every sound outside the door made your heart race, every creak of the floorboards sent shivers down your spine. The walls seemed to close in on you, suffocating with the weight of your despair. You had no idea when—or if—this hell would end. Perhaps Seungmin would keep you there until he was satisfied that you knew your place, that you understood you belonged to him, and that you had surrendered every last shred of hope. His twisted desire for domination was a dark cloud that hung over you, relentless and suffocating. You could almost hear his voice in the silence, whispering that you were his, and there was no escape. As the days dragged on, the room became a prison of your mind as much as your body. The emptiness around you mirrored the growing void within, where hope once resided. You began to wonder if freedom was just a fleeting dream, something you would never taste again. Seungmin's sinister game had only one goal: to break you completely, to ensure that you gave up forever, resigning yourself to a life under his merciless control. And maybe after that time, one thing became crystal clear: he was capable of anything to keep you in his life. He always got whatever he wanted, and his obsession was singular—you.

Jeongin

In the labyrinth of Jeongin's mind, where reality intertwined with his whimsical fantasies, you found yourself entangled in a delicate dance of deception. Despite his facade of leniency, you longed for emancipation from the confines of his delusions. Each passing day was a delicate balance between feigning allegiance and plotting your escape from his whimsical grasp. Despite your earnest efforts to win his trust, fueled by his lavish offerings, your heart yearned for liberation from his conviction that you were hopelessly enamored with him. And so, with each sunrise, you meticulously orchestrated your plan for freedom, weaving intricate schemes to evade his watchful eye. Then, on that fateful day, as dawn kissed the horizon with hues of gold and amber, you executed your escape with a finesse bordering on madness. Slipping through the window like a shadow in the night, you descended into the abyss below, your heart pounding with exhilaration as you fled into the unknown.

As Jeongin stirred from his slumber, his first instinct was to seek solace in your embrace, only to be met with the chilling realization of your absence. With the window gaping wide and the echo of your footsteps fading into the distance, the once gentle and affable Jeongin was consumed by a darkness so profound, it seemed to swallow the very essence of his being. His smile, once sweet and inviting, twisted into a grimace of betrayal and fury, his eyes ablaze with a fervor that bordered on madness. In that moment, it was as if he had become a creature of the night, capable of unspeakable deeds in the name of vengeance. That day transformed into a wild chase, a relentless pursuit fueled by an almost primal need to capture you at any cost. It was as if he would face death itself if he failed to reclaim you. In his desperation, he reverted to a version of himself you hadn't seen in ages, a dark and twisted shadow of the man you thought you knew. The air crackled with tension as he prowled the shadows, consumed by a singular obsession—you.

It didn't take long for Jeongin to track you down, his determination burning bright in his eyes. "Running away, darling?" he sneered, the hurt and anger dripping from his voice like venom. He seized you with a ferocity that bordered on madness, his grip like steel as he dragged you back into his clutches, back to the suffocating confines of your prison. That night was a symphony of chaos and despair, a tempest of his pent-up fury and disappointment unleashed upon you. He demanded answers, demanded to know why you had dared to leave him, despite the lengths he had gone to in order to provide for you, to protect you. His words cut like knives, carving deep wounds into your already fragile resolve. And as your tears flowed like rivers, he forced you to swear an oath, a binding vow to remain by his side for all eternity, to forsake any notion of escape or freedom. It was a nightmarish ritual, a twisted dance of dominance and submission, where your cries of anguish were drowned out by the echoes of his hollow promises and the cold, unyielding walls of your prison.

He had grown indifferent to your tears; where once they might have softened his heart, now they were nothing more than a symphony of delight to his ears. With a chilling revelation, he unveiled the true demon lurking within, a darkness that had been restrained until now. Your tears, once a precious vulnerability he had held back from exploiting, now became his favorite melody, a twisted harmony that fueled his desires. All this time, he had restrained himself, reluctant to show his harsher side. But now, in response to your defiance, he embraced it eagerly, ready to unleash the full force of his power to remind you of your place, to show you who truly held control in this twisted dance of dominance and submission. His eyes glinted with a savage hunger as he reveled in your torment, savoring every moment of your anguish. It was a transformation so profound, so terrifying, that it left you trembling in fear. Yet, despite the terror that gripped you, there was a perverse fascination in witnessing the unveiling of his darker nature, like witnessing the rise of a malevolent deity from the depths of the underworld. And as he tightened his grip on your soul, he whispered words of domination, promising to mold you into his perfect possession, to erase any trace of independence until you existed only to fulfill his every whim.

[vrabbiit]

The absolute ridiculousness of sharing a bed with Moon. They’re used to watching over sleeping children, not… whatever this is, they think. But when you’d asked, sheepishly admitting that you struggled to sleep without holding onto something, he couldn’t find it in him to say no.

Fitting the two of you into a bed that usually only fit yourself was its own challenge. Neither of the forms of the Daycare Attendant were exactly small, and it took some time to finagle their lanky form into a position where his legs weren’t comedically sticking out the bottom of the blanket.

(They still were, but barely. At least he didn’t get cold the same way you did.)

Still, despite the hiccups, you found a position that you could both deal with. Specifically, found yourself curled up at the height of Moon’s chest, head burrowed into it even if it wasn’t nearly as soft as your pillows. He’d reminded you of that fact with the usual snark, but when you’d (mostly playfully) threatened to move, their arms had circled your waist faster than you could finish your sentence.

Speaking of, despite your head being lower than theirs by a wide margin, their feet still came much further down the bed than yours, even with however they’d contorted them to get them in the bed- and honestly, you didn’t want to know what kind of nightmarish pretzel-shape he’d bent into.

It wasn’t the most comfortable, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[mewintheflesh-2]

Ghost Mikey but it isn’t a Mikey that died or anything, it’s just a ghost that took a liking to his likeness tries to replicate him. It ends up looking super glitchy physically and sounding very uncanny. It doesn’t speak it own sentences, instead stealing words Mikey has said in his own sentences. He doesn’t completely copy his appearance for character-designs sake, but they still share that similar hairstyle and facial hair most of the other Mikey’s have. His skin is pale, it’s eyes are glazed over and colourless with dark, dark circles under them, and their body is very skinny, damn near skeletal.

Likes to phase through walls and dissapear/reappear to scare people.

It/they/him pronouns :)

Scares the capital s Shit out of Michael and actively enjoys terrifying him, but it’s all in good fun for them :) (Michael does not feel the same)

Acquaintances with Magnus as is expected with both of their supernatural natures/abilities.

Likes Moro but doesn’t bother him too much. Moro likes to keep his distance, but doesn’t mind talking to him.

Likes to scare the shit out of Maharth and Marigold a lot. Maharth would get over the initial scare fairly quickly, meanwhile Marigold is just like “dnaojdosjdoajsosjsoajofhfishri OUT!!! GET OUT!!!!!!” very scared and angrily.

Marco keeps trying to fight them and it is very entertained by his attempts at harm them.

Mud is ALSO scared of him but tries his hardest to pretend he isn’t. Same with Mantis, just, not as scared.

Fuse is unfazed, he’s already haunted by too many ghosts to count.

I think Mikey is the type to say he doesn’t believe in ghosts when he very much does subconsciously so when Ghost Mikey shows up he’s hole “Ndiansksjwojddo GET AWAY FROM ME-“

Meanwhile Nightsky, who has had to deal with Nightmare!Mikey (remember him? Wow I haven’t brought him up in a while) is just unnerved by him, but is more upset by the unpleasant memories of his long-familiar nightmarish fiend.

I think Mellan is a combination of Mud and Mikey. Used to not believe in ghosts, but now that he’s met Ghost Mikey, he tries to pretend he’s not scared of them.

Darklord would, I think, be pretty fascinated by them. I mean. A real life ghost. Just in his shared house. How cool is that?

Moss would be a little unnerved by them, but would get over that initial feeling eventually. He’s a little upset he can’t make them food they can actually eat. Ghost Mikey does enjoy scaring off pests that get pasts Moss’s garden’s (nature friendly!) reinforcements, of which Moss is very grateful for. What’s more nature friendly than just leaving the pests traumatised with no physical injuries? :)

I think Mrithun is also scared of him and as a result just pretends they’re not there in the room with him until he’s absolutely forced to acknowledge it’s presence.

Same with Marius, except instead of being scared of them, he’s just unnerved more than anything.

I think Marvin is very curious about him and likes to ask them questions about their past. Sometimes maybe goes overboard with questions and scares them off. Leaves them little offerings of small gadgets he builds as apologies.

Mirri enjoys playing childish games with Ghost Mikey quite a lot. Ghost Mikey cannot leave Earth, so Mirri cannot bring him to their home or to any places out in space that Mirri wants him to visit. Which is unfortunate! As they’ve gotten very close.

Merryweather! Very scared. Ghost Mikey loves to mess with him and torment him.

Vamps is no stranger to ghosts and thinks they’re kind of fucking annoying. Will get very upset if they start messing with/scaring Merrs’ and will absolutely try to fight them.

Mallory is too high off his ass to care, he’s always seeing ghosts all the time anyways. Was actually the first one to notice Ghost Mikey

AND GB!!!!!!!! Is not scared of him at all. Very familiar with ghosts/supernatural beings. It’s kind of his job to deal with this shit. Will occasionally lose patience and get very frustrated with him when he’s trying to do his job and they won’t let him. But most other times he’s completely okay with them and considers them an acquaintance.

I think his name would be Moyo!! But other suggestions are absolutely open

[surely-galena]

We are like a year+ late for this ask but I recently stumbled on me losing my mind over Marius SotN in discord so i absolutely need to put this out here now. Cause I've seen virtually no discussions about this but how come!!! it's hilarious!!!

In this line (After Vincent awkwardly interrupted Marius moaning in pain overdramatically (get him a pay raise marius!) and reveals we didn't close the door tightly), EN chose to translate it in this way.

However, CN dub added a short first half of the sentence they condensed to just "And" and I'm very offended. It takes out so much of Marius' nightmarish personality (lovingly squishes his cheeks)

Adding in the first half of the sentence, the short dialogue now becomes:

Vincent: Uhm... Did I disturb the two of you? Marius: If you knew you were disturbing us why did you come in? Vincent: But young master, the door wasn't closed properly, I could hear your voice from the outside. Marius: ... Does it sound nice? Why didn't you help me close the door?

Oh my god why is that his immediate response. AND WHY DID THEY CUT IT OUT HFSHFJKSDHK

Hey Rose!!

Vincent is such a champ for putting up with Marius HAHA

As much as "...And?" is fun in its own way, the CN version is also very classic Marius.

It's still a pretty easy thing to translate literally, so I present you with three possible options as to why they changed it: 1) Global server is too scary so the line has to be watered down 2) Tiny group of translators needing to rush the English version out under a deadline 3) The same reason why MC's "let's be notorious together" line was changed, which is also a reason unknown to me :(

Of course it's also possible none of these options are the actual reasons why XD

(And oh the joys -- and frustrations -- of understanding the original language the work was written in :'D )

Anyway I don't know if that was satisfactory discussion or just a collection of ramblings, haha.

Thanks for stopping by Rose, have a nice day!

[betweenlands]

"abridged" version of "what if dominion members but notitg gimmicks" from me and @autisticlalna yelling at each other last night

(WARNING: a lot of these have general eye-strain inducing effects, from screen flashing intentionally, to arrows flying all over the place and/or things slamming into the foreground, to rapid flickering from something not recording at the right fps. please view responsibly!)

legundo's charts have minimal and very readable mods but their stepwork is more technical and difficult. brackets (hitting two adjacent notes with one foot on the corner) and laterals (i don't know how to explain laterals i'm sorry) and difficult patterns and the like. he also does driven drops a lot (notes losing color optional, someone else gets that one)

sneve is a mawaru or a random box -- he throws gimmicks (from other non-rhythm games) at you, Good Luck. The Heck is a really good non-mawaru chart for him though

viking's charts are . we gave him a lot of gimmicks he's a little nightmarish. probably a multi-chart boss character. sugarkill/receptor scrambling, a variant of the note obscuring from private eye (instead of it hiding one player's colors, it hides a specific color/rhythm of note), switching playfield vision (and also whatever you call this gimmick in super reactor), switching playfield vision again: peeesh edition, and weird receptor rotation. viking in general is just "better keep track of your notes buddy" (he also gets some haunted houses but i. don't fully understand what those are i just know he needs to have them because He Is A Ghost)

shadowmech is Good Luck Chunking, Asshole in specifically the screen damage way. he gets fafnir's screen slash and the screen damage from destroy. throws notes directly at your face

taneesha gets these petal effects as snow, but her main thing is clear notes/colorless notes.

mongo gets screen distortion along the lines of an "underwater" shader alongside having some simple dpads

grady gets portals and/or a rapidly moving playfield, alongside having a lot of meaner d-pads! (flashing warning on that last link, the flicker effect is busted on youtube)

jamie scrungles your notes with funky shaders and does proxy marches! she also gets daikyi wheels because they are (direct quote from leo) "emotionally similar to a Horrible D-Pad"

jamie and grady also have a couples chart. 🅱️.... TWO! (apologies for linking to a really long video/commentated upload in this one. i was unable to find literally any other upload of び)

nukeri gets proxy walls and a judgement line gimmick. basically a nicer version of this bit from golden rule. he also gets a more consistent version of the ending of hymn which is a bit hard to describe. notes in the background. notes AS the background.

joy also gets proxy walls but hers are a little bit more... scooty. a lot of scrolling and movement from them, basically

josh gets teal notes, a sentence that means nothing to most people and strikes fear into the hearts of a select few (teal notes are on odd beats, 64ths or rhythmless). his mods/shaders aren't that bad though, to make up for it

kiply is just ayaze. she's just ayaze. that does mean she has overlap with sneve but it's different because source dude just trust me (jokes aside, the difference is kiply is "forces you to read other rhythm game formats" and sneve is "forces you to do a silly little minigame or fifteen")

red hits you in the face with notes a lot at a very high bpm (HUGE FLASHING WARNING FOR THIS ONE BTW. THIS IS THE MAIN REASON THAT WARNING IS UP THERE) she's not evil though she's just got the zoomies. she also does footswitches (hitting the same note with alternating feet) and jacks (hitting the same note a bunch in a row) because again: zoomies

fixxitt has been saved for the end of this post because fix is our 19. fix is an absolute nightmare. earlier fix charts have switches from standard reading to unorthodox playfields. later fix charts have, um. so imagine the SHAME cube. but multiple shapes onscreen at once. and only one of the cubes is showing the correct playfield.

finally: we don't have much for ryan or brock because neither of us really have the Vibes yet, but brock could have this bouncy bit from JUGGLE on account of. slimes bounce.

[inkblot22]

cozily setting up a tent in your blog waiting for every story update there is …. (but also take your time don’t take this too seriously this is meant to convey how awesome your writings are) 🫶🏻❤️

- epel felmier anon 🍎💜

You're absolutely welcome to do so! I think at one point there was talk of a cabin as well!

I'm so sorry about the Epel series- I'm working on it but I absolutely loathe the current draft of the chapter I'm working on, so I am deeply sorry for this nightmarish wait.

Here's a very small sneak peek (10 sentences,) under the cut!!

Epel smiles sweetly at you and shows you his palm, “Lemme see your phone?”

“Why?”

“You ain’t been picking up. Just wanna make sure I don’t gotta get you a new one.”

“It’s not broken.”

Epel’s face twitches, that little microexpression that you notice but can’t observe. He smiles and leans back, resting his ankle on his knee.

“I get it.” You’re certain he doesn’t, but you don’t get the chance to retort when he continues speaking in that overly-innocent tone of voice, “Your mom’s real sweet.”

I will be keeping this chunk, but I've got to do some big rewrites to the climax of the chapter, so I'll let you have a wild imagination for the scenario that leads to this snippet! Thank you so much for your patience!

[warblest]

❛  are you alright ? things got really intense there.   ❜

BETTY COOPER | AFTERCARE SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

they shouldn't have done it.

he shouldn't have given in, to betty's pleads for intimacy, contact, affection, love. it hadn't been good for him, and — he's almost certain — that betty had had her perfumed dreams and delusions of after-marriage consummation and sugared love-making shattered. kurt had clumsily tried to please her with his fingers, but he just couldn't — get hard. everything had been unbearably soft beneath him, his trembling hands urged to stroke atop and slip beneath the pastel-lace brassiere, quivering explorative touches and frightened pettings between her thighs, unaroused by the girlish sighs and candied-pink ribbons and long butter-blonde locks. it wasn't until betty straddled him, clambering atop, that kurt had — managed to penetrate. at least for a few moments, before softening again. he had felt but a whimper of pleasure, sobbing and squirming and crying out with a spill of pale ejaculate, betty refusing to pull off of him. leaving behind a humiliating smear of stickiness, a thread of his own salt-slick arousal from his flaccid cock.

she hadn't dismounted from him, and they hadn't used protection. betty had begged to begin a family, and kurt dimly, darkly ruminates that she may have her wish granted, after all. they're still just children, themselves. barely-seventeens in a picket-fence suburbia, playing house. pretend-family with paper dolls.

❝ betty ... ❞ he is still shuddering, tears damp on his cheeks in glimmering smudges of salt, eyes rimmed pink and puffied. his wife — still an absolutely nightmarish phrase — coos concerns over him, her strawberry-pink lingerie set still half-peeled from her skin, the brassiere pushed over her breasts, the panties crumpled, and if he has to look at them, he is going to vomit. is that a stain of blood on the sheets?

❝ what about you? — are you hurt? ❞ he doesn't even know if she came. he remembers her wincing, though. it — intercourse, sex, the one precious act of romance he had torn from him — is supposed to be worse for girls. he shouldn't begrudge her. he tries not to resent her. but a bitter boyish part of him does.

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Can I request some poly! Shigadabihawks x reader if you don’t mind. You have amazing writing and you have written some amazing poly! I don’t care if it’s sfw and/or nsfw, it’s totally up to you. I honestly kinda wanted to see how hawks and Shigaraki got along in a poly relationship and how they interacted with each other because I can imagine how Dabi and hawks get along or dabi and shigaraki but hawks and Shigaraki would have a odd relationship, y’know. Sorry if this is odd and you don’t know what I’m talking about and I just want you to know that I absolutely love your work. You’re the first person I check everyday when I get on tumblr. 😘

Awwwww!!! You are so sweet, thank you so much!!! Yeah this makes a lot of sense, for the demon au especially I’ve been trying to work on showing off the dynamic between Hawks and Shig. I hope headcanons are okay!

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- Before you enter the mix, Dabi is really the only holding them together. He started off dating Tomura (who still insists he barely even likes him, usually after they finish making out) and then later Kei joined in. You’re still not sure how it all came to be since you get a different answer depending on who you ask and what mood they’re in.

- Tomura is only a bit tsundere with Dabi and Kei, never you. With you he’s more openly clingy and would never deny how he feels. He wouldn’t say it, but he appreciates you being around whenever Dabi and Keigo make him feel like a third wheel. Keigo has some similar experiences, but he’s just genuinely not bothered whenever Dabi wants to go have some solo time with Tomura. Or you, for that matter. Just isn’t the jealous type.

- They like using you to fuck with each other. If you’re hanging out with Dabi there’s a good chance Keigo will come along and just flat out steal you. Just pick you up and walk off. Because he can. Dabi is fond of teasing Tomura about how much he likes you, despite clearly also liking you. Tomura’s go-to is usually also to steal you, however he likes to get you to come willingly so you’ll blow off whoever you were with to start.

- Keigo and Tomura get along best when teaming up to irritate Dabi. Whether it’s playing keep away with you, hiding his stuff, distracting him when he’s trying to brood and do Dabi stuff, they really enjoy the power of their combined effects on him.

- The three of them teaming up to irritate you is what really gets them cooperating. They’re all gremlins, they steal your clothes to force you into skirts with no panties, they move your stuff around so you have to ask them for help, and that’s without getting into how often they fight over you, although that’s not so much to annoy you.

- Dabi developed a little habit of calling you, Tomura, and Kei his sluts and now he does it no matter who’s around and it’s really embarrassing but he absolutely does not care.

- While most of the time it’s Dabi and you holding Tomura and Keigo together, it’s not uncommon to find just the two of them off by themselves bonding over a common interest or even occasionally making out.

- They each have their own rooms, but you don’t. You bounce between theirs and your stuff is always scattered around. Yes, it’s annoying. No, they won’t let you have your own room. The four of you typically end up sharing one bed anyway, although the room itself changes.

- They’re not shy about the relationship, so it’s fairly often you get teased (albeit lovingly) about having three boyfriends. Toga really likes trying to force you to pick a favorite.

- Everyone thinks it’s creepy. Everyone. But Kei started calling you their “little girl” and just never stopped.

- They don’t really do PDA between themselves aside from the odd hand holding or rare peck on the cheek, but when it comes to you all bets are off. You’re constantly perched in someone’s lap or holding a hand or having your clothes fixed by someone else. To everyone else it mostly looks like they toss you around.

- Sometimes they’ll take you on dates, switching between doing them one on one or with the whole group. It’s hard to get Tomura to go out, though, since he prefers stay at home dates. When he’s not feeling it you’ll usually end up in a blanket fort eating takeout all together.

- One time. one. time. some stranger muttered “slut” under his breath when he saw you walking along in public with them. Dabi charred his ass so fast the other two were pissed at him for not being able to get a hit in.

- Despite all of them being gremlins, they really love you and will 10/10 go out of their way to make sure you know that. Literally anything upsets you and the immediate response is “Tell me why you’re not happy and I will kill it.”

- Most of their more genuine affections are shown in little things they do. Keigo likes to get you guys things, especially snacks he knows you like since he can go in public freely. Dabi is constantly fixing your clothes and hair and making sure everyone’s comfortable. Tomura always touches you softly (outside of the bedroom), always brushing his fingers along your cheeks or resting his head on your shoulder, etc. He’s also the most likely to casually touch the others in public.

- When it’s cold everyone piles up on Dabi and he pretends he hates it, but you always catch him smiling when he thinks no one’s looking.

- Kei loves using his feathers to tease everyone, slipping them under clothes before you can stop them or making them flit around your face. It’s annoying but his laugh is so cute you can’t even be mad at him.

- Tomura’s face always lights up before he can stop it when one of you comes to play videogames with him. He’s really bad at hiding how excited and happy it makes him.

- Since you’re the only girl and they’re kind of sexist, they treat you a lot softer than they treat each other. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, they’ll always think you’re weaker and they need to protect you. It might not seem like it when they’re teasing the hell out of you or tying you up or spanking you, but they go way easier on you than they would on each other in the same situation.

- Literally any sign from you that you’re seriously upset or overwhelmed? Done. No more. Only soft affection and very mild teasing for the week.

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- The first time Kei joined in while Dabi and Tomura were fucking, he didn’t even participate. He just watched like a fucking creep. Still does that occasionally.

- They all have relatively high drives and absolutely no shame between each other, so it’s pretty often you’re just casually getting fucked in one of their rooms while another sits on the couch beside you and watches TV. May or may not comment on it.

- Sometimes they’ll make bets about you. See who can get you to cum the fastest one week or try testing how long it takes for you to come to them when they don’t initiate it and which one you pick. How much cum they can stuff you with and plug up before it starts leaking out. And so on.

- It’s very different if it’s just one of them, or if it’s two and which two, etc.

- Dabi likes to manhandle you. He takes his time, makes you wait and beg and then just completely destroys you for hours on end. After, he sits back with a cigarette and lets you cling to him while he strokes you and tells you you did a good job. It pleases him when you’re so fucked out you can’t form full sentences, and he’ll tease you for it for days.

- Keigo is similar in that he likes to tease, but he’s also sadistic. He’ll make you cum on his tongue and fingers until you’re begging him to stop and then he’ll force at least two more orgasms out of you on his dick. Afterwards he watches you twitch and leak his spunk for a minute before giving you god-tier aftercare. Runs a bath, gets you some water, etc. Once you’re clean he encourages you to take a nap, but it’s usually an excuse for him to take a nap because he’s also worn out but trying to hide it.

- Tomura gets too excited to tease for very long, but that’s only directly before the sex. He’ll have his hand shoved in your panties just toying with you for hours while he absently scrolls on his phone. Sometimes he’ll have you get yourself ready where he can see, only to completely ignore you until you let him know he can start. Once he’s going, though, he’s done with all that. He’s drooling, panting, flushed, pounding you into next week. He alternates between kissing you and spitting in your mouth because he’s too wound up to just pick a mood most of the time.

- That’s not to say you don’t have lots of times where it’s intimate and loving, but that’s not really the usual.

- The Dabi/Tomura combination is the more nasty of the three. Kei isn’t opposed to doing stuff to make you squirm when he’s in the mood but Dabi and Tomura l i v e for that shit. They’re almost nightmarish together, 100% okay with piss, impact play, period stuff, all things anal, etc. Of course you’re their girlfriend and they love you so they’re not about to do something that has you screaming or crying for real, but if you’re at least mostly okay with it and they’re confident it’s not breaking you, they’ll do pretty much anything. Anything to get you teary-eyed, begging them to stop, etc. as long as you’re not saying the safeword. For aftercare they’re very gentle and soft as they clean you up and put you to bed. Doesn’t matter what time of day it happened, they’re putting you in bed and snuggling you until you get at least an hour of sleep. When you wake up they’ll get you something to eat and make sure they didn’t hurt you beyond the usual cuts, bruises, and assorted mild scorching.

- Dabi and Kei usually go for more of a good cop/bad cop sort of arrangement. Doesn’t seem so bad until you figure out they switch the roles without any indication of having done that. It’s like they have a sixth sense for it or something. You’ll be crying and clinging to Keigo since he’s been nice so far only for him to bend you over his knee and spank you raw for it; meanwhile Dabi has gone from smacking you around and spewing filth to cooing and stroking your face. Their aftercare is mostly praise, they’ll tell you you did well and make sure you’re okay mentally since some of the stuff they say can get pretty intense. They’ll get you cleaned up and make sure you eat and drink water, and they’ll cuddle as long as you want and won’t go anywhere even if you fall asleep.

- Tomura and Keigo are the most interesting mix. It’s not often that it happens, but when it does they work surprisingly well together. Their different types of degeneracy and patience seem to blur together into a lethal combination that’ll have you getting whiplash from how they toss you back and forth. They’re not usually both participating at the same time; someone has to hold the camera, after all. Aftercare usually consists of a shower, snacks, and either you napping on their laps while they game together or joining in if they didn’t rock your shit too hard. On days when they’ve done this, you’ll notice the two of them interacting more and occasionally taking some time to be alone together…

- When it’s all of them you’re fucking in for it. Depending on the mood it can vary wildly, but for the most part it’s just a complete mass of writhing limbs and moans. You’re tired ten minutes in, more of the focus is on you than anything, you’re forced to cum over and over again, they each cum in or on you at least twice, and when it’s all said and done you’re covered in sweat, cum, possibly blood, and three sweaty, spent bodies. Usually after they have to peel your limp, half-conscious body off the bed and carry you to the bath. They’ll take great care of you, not that you’ll really remember it in your sorry state, and when you wake up the next day they’re more doting than usual. They’ll tease a little about how you’re sore and still just a little out of it, but that doesn’t mean they’re not checking on you and being extra attentive.

- The times when it’s all of you together but in a more romantic way, it’s like being surrounded by pure love. Everyone’s kissing, you’re all tangled together, it’s just really soft and intimate. Doesn’t last as long, but it’s insanely sweet and gooey. When finished, there’s lots of soft caring/cleaning up/cuddling for a while but it doesn’t have the same insane recovery time as usual. After everyone’s taken care of, the guys like to try pretending everything is normal, but it’s obvious they’re more clingy than usual. Definitely all sleeping together in a pile on nights like that.

- Sometimes one will join in just for aftercare. Kei enjoys seeing you a fucked-out little mess, so he’s always happy to help if it means he can see you destroyed for a minute first. Dabi likes the feeling of being needed and being able to care for someone, so he’ll help, especially cleaning you up and getting you dressed. Tomura loves the way you cling after, and likes to cuddle and nap, so he’ll come in late to the aftercare just for that.

[ratmonky]

The Wolf Within A Puppy

word count: 5.9k

warnings: gaslighting, noncon, violence, fingering, oral

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A wolf was meant to be wild, untamed, and carefree. It was simply impossible to tame an animal born into the wild, it had already had a taste of freedom, and forcing it to be in a cage in shackles wouldn’t work but if the wolf was put in a cage, it would do anything until it was free. Even if it meant pretending to be a dog.

Humans were like animals.

They followed their instincts to live their life, that was what created them had intended. Humans were supposed to be following unwritten rules instead of the written ones, just like animals.

Animals lived without guilt, pain, or worry.

You wished you could live freely like animals.

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Your teacher had told you specifically not to leave the campus, you lacked cursed energy and fighting spirit to be able to face any curse without the help of your younger classmen.

Yet, you desperately wanted to prove them wrong, you were more than your healing powers, you weren’t just a damsel in distress, you were the person who was going to save others. You were the main character.

Being able to sense cursed spells and energy from far away gave you the advantage of sniffing out low-level curses and exorcising them with the cursed tools you had stolen from the school.

Unless you did all of this, you wouldn’t be a sorcerer, being a sorcerer meant fighting curses and exorcising them, if you didn’t do any of that, it would be meaningless. Your existence was meaningless.

Today was supposed to be like any other day, you were following the low leveled curse energies to exorcise them and try to build your own cursed energy. Although Gojo had told you that you were a special case and didn’t have any, you refused to believe him and wanted to prove him wrong.

“It was coming from here,” you chirped, tightening your grip around the dagger’s handle. You stood in front of the sewer gate, some cursed energy was leaking out from inside, something that could be a grade four or even maybe just a fly head.

If you were lucky, it could be a third-level curse and you would have the chance to practice fighting with a higher grade curse than you’re used to.

Kneeling down, you crawled inside the sewers to find and exorcise the curse. Using your phone’s flashlight, you navigated your way through the larger gates and pipes. The foul smell was disturbing but you managed to ignore it with your willpower only.

You walked for minutes, trying to find the curse but failed. The energy had withdrawn itself, perhaps it actually was a fly head and it had run away for its life.

With a click of your tongue, you kicked a small pebble and it hit the water.

This was useless, you were useless. Why did you come here anyway? There was no way you could succeed at anything yet you kept trying as if that was going to do something.

Your eyes were glossy with tears, you were a failure. You hated this feeling, you hated the jujutsu school and your younger classmen. You knew they were looking down at you, even though you knew they cared about you, they were babying you. You were nothing, absolutely nothing compared to them.

Even thinking about becoming a fourth-grade sorcerer was an insult to your teacher. He had told you that you didn’t possess anything. You were just lucky to be born with the awareness of the curses and the ability to heal others.

You wouldn’t last a minute fighting with a cursed spirit.

No, no, no.

You had exorcised many spirits and curses with the help of the cursed tools. You were capable of certain things, you were being harsh on yourself, come on now…

Your hands went to your hair and you ruffled it with a groan. Maybe, if you told Gojo about the things you had done until now, he could give you a chance. You could train with others and maybe even possess an ounce of cursed energy.

Yes, Gojo would understand. You could return the cursed dagger and ask for Maki’s help to build your stamina, you could learn to use larger weapons. Maybe then you could become a worthy opponent to your lower classmen.

It was time to head back, you knew what to do.

“Ah, I wasn’t expecting any visitors!”

From the corner of your eye, you saw it. You were about to turn around and run out of the sewers but your body refused to move. Your mouth opened in pure terror but you couldn’t scream out of pure shock.

The cursed energy you had thought to be faint was overflowing your senses, your head hurt, your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of your head.

This couldn’t be happening.

Whatever it was, you knew it was something that was about to kill you.

You had to run. If you didn’t run, you were going to die.

This was a special grade cursed spirit. It could even talk.

Run.

Quick, legs, move!

Your legs refused to register what your brain was telling them, although all of your instincts were screaming for you to run, you stood exactly where you were, paralyzed from head to toe.

“Hmm, weird, I thought you sorcerers were a lot more… livid but you’re just like a statue.”

Footsteps came closer, you felt its hand on your shoulder and a whimper left your lips as it walked around you until it was facing you.

It happened in the blink of an eye. You tightened your grip on the dagger and lifted it, ready to stab the cursed spirit.

“Are you sure you wanna do that?” it chirped in a sing-song tone, then cocked its head to the side and smiled.

You dropped your dagger, fear coursed through your entire body before you felt your lips tremble.

“I don’t sense any cursed energy from you, how come you were confident enough to come after me?”

You bit your lip in frustration until you tasted the bitter copper. Nobody knew you were here, you had thought you would be able to handle this by yourself.

You didn’t have any cursed energy or special abilities, you were just a healer. You were nothing, you were nothing against this cursed spirit.

It must have noticed your despair because it had a nightmarish smile on its face, its skin snagging on its stitches as the skin crinkled around the corners of its mouth.

“I haven’t met you before,” it said, grabbing a chunk of your hair and pulling it back until your head lifted from the ground to meet its gaze. “Are you one of the new first years?”

“I’m a third-year,” you replied, your hand weakly grasped on its wrist. It was futile though, you were weak. You wouldn’t be able to fight. “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

It laughed as if you told it the funniest joke it had ever heard.

“My name’s Mahito, what about you, little lost puppy?” He ignored your cries.

You sniffled, your throat ached and clenched as if you had been screaming nonstop. Your body hurt from fear. “Please, I won’t tell anyone about your presence to anyone, please… just let me go. I- I don’t… I don’t wanna die-” By the time you finished your meaningless sentence, you were sobbing uncontrollably.

Mahito pulled your hair back and forced you to look at his mocking face. “I-I-I won’t k-k-kill you.” His eyes squinted, his cursed energy had lessened but you were still drowning in it. “I’ll maybe even let you go,” he said, pausing a moment longer to watch your face muscles relax and listen to you stuttering empty promises and gratitude. “I’ll let you go after I’ve made an example out of you.”

“No- Please!” An audible whimper left your lips, your tears were streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t see straight, you could only make out the blurry outline of Mahito and his eerie smile. “I’ll do anything, please…”

He raised a brow at your promise.

His fingers loosened their grip on your hair and he instead carded his fingers through your hair slowly, like petting a scared animal.

His free hand landed on your shoulder before sliding down your spine and to the small of your back, he placed his hand steadily and pulled you towards him to close the gap between the two of you.

“Humans try so hard to leave an imprint of their lives. Are you one of them?” he asked curiously, “Is that why you became a sorcerer? Do you want to be remembered by others even after you die?”

You stayed quiet.

“When you die, nobody will remember you. From the moment you stepped inside here, I knew how insignificant your soul was. It’s not vibrant nor has any specialties. If I were to kill you, nobody would know, right? Your only legacy would be a framed picture of you... if you let others take your picture at some point that is.”

His words were like razor-sharp blades. It hurt you even more because he was right.

“It’s boring when you don’t fight or react, you know.” He twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers. Leaving your hair alone, he took your bag from you, unzipping and turning it upside down to empty it out. Once he was done, he threw your bag into the sewer water. “You’re supposed to fight with tooth and nails, or was it… fighting with all your might… is that what they say? Whatever, you understand what I'm trying to say, right?”

You nodded without paying any real attention to his words or what laid beneath them. You were only desperately trying to get this over with. If he was going to kill you, so be it.

This was your fault for coming here.

Mahito crouched to look closer at the items on the concrete, there were makeup, a hand mirror, books, pens, and a small good luck charm you had gotten when you had first started the jujutsu school.

A bittersweet memory invaded your mind, how excited you were about entering the school and how hard you had been trying to improve. But that excitement died quickly as you watched Gojo search for more students, hoping to gather around powerful sorcerers with a promising future.

You remembered the jealousy you felt of others. The way they all treated you like fragile porcelain, ready to break at any given time. The way they always looked at you with pity.

“(name) should never leave alone, it’s dangerous.”

“Making (name) participate in the sister school event is cruel, she can’t protect herself.”

If you were to die here, you would never be able to prove them wrong. If you exorcised this spirit right here, you would be free from the shackles of the expectations and opinions of others.

Mahito smirked at the way your eyes sparkled with determination. He put the sketchbook with your name on it down to instead watch you crouch and reach your hand to retrieve the dagger you had dropped with a smile.

It happened all too quickly, you were about to grab the dagger but found yourself tackled to the concrete. You let out a pained yelp as Mahito’s entire weight pressed on your back.

“What a magnificent fighting spirit!” he barked, pressing your cheek down onto the concrete and laughing hysterically.

You struggled to breathe but you kept squirming. Ready to fight this cursed spirit with everything you got.

His hand reached for your face and you jerked away from his hand, “Don’t touch me!” you screamed, your eyes finally meeting his, they were sparkling with vicious intent.

You shrieked upon seeing his stitched-up face up close, he was hideous. Him being this close to you made you panic even more. “Stay away from me!” Your body automatically tried twisting around from where you were trapped under his weight.

You started to scream as you struggled in his hold. It was barely evening, someone would hear your screams for help.

Mahito grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back before abruptly smashing your face into the concrete with tremendous strength.

The moment your face hit the cold concrete your nerves struck your entire body. The pain quickly hit you and your head bounced off from the ground like a ball, only to crash to the ground with a loud thud once again. You hit your head hard, the second impact left you dumbfounded, you could taste copper in your mouth. Your hand went to your mouth, only to discover the wetness… You looked at your hand in horror, you were bleeding.

The fear came rushing back.

Mahito looked down at you with a sinister smile, he was entertained by your pain. A low chuckle coming from him made you scream for help again.

It was no use though. On your way here, you hadn’t seen a single soul out in the streets. You were left to his mercy, you could only hope he didn’t kill you.

You were completely vulnerable and defenseless. All you could do was scream for help or beg for this merciless cursed spirit to stop. You had no idea what he wanted but if he actually wanted to hurt you, there was nothing you could do to stop him, especially not when you were bleeding and were in unbearable pain.

“You have no idea,” He suddenly said, startling you out of your frantic thoughts. “How much I'm going to enjoy this.”

He shrugged out of his shirt, the clothing fell next to your head and you found yourself sobbing in horror, “Please, please don’t hurt me,” your voice echoed in the sewers.

Nobody was going to save you.

You kept holding onto that small hint of hope that someone would come running into the sewers any second now, you were desperately trying to deny the realness of the situation.

“Calm down, puppy,” he spoke softly, you suddenly realized that he was crouched next to you now. You tried to see him through your tears, -God when did you start crying again?

You tried to move, crawl away from him. “Please,” you said, “I don’t wanna die.”

He laughed lowly and grabbed you by your ankle, pulling you towards him, “They all get talkative before their fate.” Mahito grabbed a chunk of your hair again and turned you to face him. “Ah, how pretty.” He pouted his lips, “You look gorgeous with all the blood coming out from you.”

He paused, noticing how your wounds were closing.

“You can heal yourself?” He laughed to himself, amazed by your ability. “You get more interesting each passing second!”

You still tried to hold onto that brim of hope that someone would come to save you.

You inhaled as much air as you could to start screaming again but the cold metal against your cheek forced you to keep quiet.

“Now, keep still,” he pressed the dagger down to your cheek, “I’m gonna make this quick.”

Terrified, you watched him move between your legs.

With a sudden rush of adrenaline being released into your body, you blindly kicked at him but fail miserably as he violently pounded your head to the concrete twice with a laugh at your attempt of kicking him.

The first blow stabbed a sharp pain into the side of your face, your vision went blank for a brief moment and you bit your tongue in the process.

The second hit on the concrete made you whimper helplessly.

Your hands fell to your sides in defeat.

When Mahito let his grip on your head loosen, you couldn’t move anymore, you laid on the concrete entirely motionless, blood emerged from the large cut on your temple and your nose. “Wait,” he smiled and lifted the skirt of your uniform, peeking under the fabric with a giggle. “Is that all the fight you had in you?”

He had noticed how you were still saving energy instead of healing yourself. He knew what your useless plan was.

Your eyes watered and you felt even more warm liquid gushing out from your nose and mouth. Your skin warmed and throbbed as you writhed in pain, gritting your teeth while the taste of copper spread in your mouth.

Your cheek laid flat on the cold concrete, your skin must have been burning hot because it relieved some of your pain you had on your face.

He placed the dagger next to your head, it was so close yet so far away.

“Don’t you think it’s funny how some humans follow the rules blindly until they take their last breath?” Mahito placed his hands on your thighs, spreading your legs and pulling you towards his hips. “I think it’s interesting, I wonder if their last thoughts before dying are about how they should’ve done something exciting in their miserable lives?”

You squirmed in an attempt to push yourself up or away from him but he effectively had pinned you down, using a single hand on the small of your back.

“Do you have any regrets? Were you a goody two shoes in your life? You came here to exorcise me, right? You wanted to be praised, didn’t you?” He pressed his chest on your back, nosing some of your hair out of the way to whisper into your ear. He kept sluggishly pressing his stomach against your back until you felt his lips brush against your earlobe. His warm breath tickled the side of your face. “Aren’t you the type of person who would be too stuck up to hang out with their friends and study instead?”

You mumbled.

“Hmm?”

Silence.

Mahito pouted his lips. You were getting boring. “What can I say to get to you, huh?”

He started thinking, the makeup stuff you had earlier meant you had to be the organized type, he had seen a keychain and a sketchbook with your name on it but it was nothing useful. But… your books about improvement could mean that you felt you weren’t enough at some academic level and then there was this good luck charm that had gotten you in a feisty mood…

Hmm.

An imaginary lightbulb popped over his head.

“Ahh, I see.” He took a staggering whiff of your hair. “Your life is already miserable enough.”

Your breath hitched, giving Mahito the reaction he had been looking for.

“I think,” he breathed, his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. “It's finally time you and I had some fun, hmm?”

Your pulse went absolutely berserk with the threat of his words, the dark promise that loomed within his words.

“W-wait-”

Mahito flipped you over like a sack of potatoes. Once again, you were facing him. You stared at his patchwork of a face, loudly gulping at the disgusting sight. Before you could even comprehend what he was doing, you felt his cold hands go under your skirt.

With wide eyes, you struggled with renewed vigor as you tried to close your legs shut. But he was so much stronger than you. He only chuckled as you made a useless effort to stop him.

You were left to his mercy, once you realized that, you looked away from him.

“Ahh,” he smirked as he lifted the skirt of your uniform, “Such a naughty girl, you’re wearing these to school?” You felt his fingers gently feeling the fabric of your panties.

You squirmed uncomfortably on the cold concrete, knowing that he was staring down at your clothed cunt. You refused to give in to him, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of you.

He snickered and the sound of the clinking of his belt buckle startled you enough to yelp. You quickly closed your eyes.

“Eyes on me, (name),” he uttered as one of his hands kneaded the soft flesh of your thigh.

Your eyes widened at your name. How did he-

“You should enjoy doing bad things, (name),” he said. “Listen to your soul, be free as the shape of your soul.”

Mahito’s hand squeezed your cheeks together until your lips puckered and he leaned to press his lips against yours. At the same time, you felt a fabric being pulled down, it took a staggeringly long moment before you realized it was your panties.

“If you keep living your life to please others, you won’t be able to please yourself.”

A loud sore tore out of you and disappeared into Mahito’s mouth as he let his tongue loll out before licking your lips. His saliva left a wet feeling and the breeze from the sewers chilled your skin.

“How cute.”

Mahito lifted your legs and you laid there completely motionless as he palmed his cock through his boxers. You looked away from him, refusing to watch him violate your body.

Although you weren’t watching him, you could feel his fingers moving along your folds. He lifted his hand and held it between your faces, smiling widely. “You’re sopping wet, (name).”

He forced his digits into your mouth, swirling them until you cleaned his fingers with your tongue. He watched you with an amusing smile.

Finally satisfied, he took his fingers out from your mouth and slipped them inside your slick heat.

You jolted and a noise closer to a moan came out from your mouth.

Mahito’s thumb rested on your clit, rubbing sluggish circles over the muscle as his digits went in and out of you.

“Don’t close your legs,” he said, curling his fingers inside your pussy and started making a scissoring motion.

You squirmed, one of your hands found his shoulder and you held onto him to ignore your legs shaking in pleasure.

“Ahh, I can feel it throbbing,” Mahito chuckled, “You’re sucking my fingers in, (name), how naughty.”

“I’m not,” you whined, lifting your hips subconsciously to feel more of his fingers. His fingers reached much deeper inside your pussy than your own fingers ever could.

“Really?” he hummed, he leaned over to your face until his lips brushed against yours. “But you’re moving your hips so cutely.”

When you opened your mouth to deny he took the momentary opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. His lips moved roughly against your unresponsive ones. He frowned into the kiss and pulled himself away from your face.

His fingers scooped your juices and left the warmth of your pussy. Mahito lifted his fingers up to his lips and he opened his mouth. You watched as he placed his fingers on his tongue before closing his mouth agonizingly slowly with a smile. His lips curled upwards, you heard him moan while licking his own fingers clean.

Funny enough, his voice made more juices leak out from your pussy.

“What a sweet taste,” he said, gazing down at you and licking his lips. “Makes me wonder if it’d taste more vibrant from the source.” Mahito moved between your legs.

Your cheeks flushed red, “Wait, it’s-”

He used his thumbs to spread your folds and chuckled at the sight of wet strands connecting your folds together breaking out slowly. “You’re going to be a good little puppy, right?”

You let out a hot breath, nodding rapidly.

He lapped at your pussy menacingly slowly, savoring your taste greedily.

Your legs shook around his head, your hands immediately went to his hair, gripping tightly while Mahito’s tongue moved between your folds. Lifting your hips up, you pulled his hair when he laid his tongue flat against your clit.

His hands that were spreading your folds slid to your inner thighs and he pinned them down. He pressed his lips on your clit, sluggishly lapping at the muscle and sucking it in his mouth gently.

Your fingers in his hair pushed him towards your cunt, begging for more. You turned your face away as you bit back a moan. Then your eyes landed on the dagger, something was clinging to the back of your mind, you heard your own voice screaming at you to get yourself together but they all disappeared when Mahito inserted his digits inside of you.

His fingers thrust inside, his lips sucked on your clit while his tongue lapped at the muscle one last time before he pulled himself back, leaving you needy.

“Just as I thought, it tastes much better straight from the source.”

He licked his fingers without breaking eye contact.

“You’ve become so much more obedient, (name).” Mahito crawled on top of you, your hands in his hair slid down to his neck, and rested there. “You’re a good little obedient puppy, aren’t you?”

A dreamingly sick smile spread across your face, nodding approvingly.

He matched your smile, amazed by your reaction.

Mahito leaned in for a kiss and this time you kissed him back, you tasted yourself in his mouth. Using your hands, you pulled him closer. His shoulders lowered and rose slightly as he tugged down his pants along with his underwear. He kicked his pants off from his ankles and only a couple of seconds later you felt him drag the tip of his cock between your folds.

He pulled back from the kiss and the second your eyes met his, he shoved the entire length of his cock inside of you. You tensed and yelped as he watched you with dark amusement while his cock stretched your tight virgin walls.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream, his girth was too much, he was filling you up with no gaps. The gummy flesh of your walls pulsated around him, warm blood trickled from the length of his cock and pooled under your bodies, on the concrete.

“You probably didn’t know but our souls are one, only for this moment, (name)!” He cackled, his voice filled with mischief. “Isn’t it great?”

“Yes,” you hissed as he moved. His hips slammed into yours with a disgustingly wet sound.

“Can you feel it?” he asked, pulling back and thrusting in your pussy, growling lowly. “Can you feel how free your soul is?”

You could feel it.

You felt all of your guilts and worries wash away each time he thrust inside.

“This is how animals feel,” he groaned audibly, your walls were squeezing the girth of his cock from tip to the base. You were such a perfect match, you were made for him, your cunt fit him like a glove. This was the only purpose of your existence. “Animals are always free, (name).”

You kept nodding even though his words seemed to go over your head, you were only focused at the firm length moving inside you.

“Do you know why?” he hit a significant spot that made your walls clench around his cock. “It’s because animals don’t know sin, (name).”

He was right.

“I’m taking your innocence, doesn’t that make you happy?”

“Yes!”

He laughed, placing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing them towards your chest. He mercilessly humped your pussy which made you scream in pleasure. His cock was reaching so far deep in this position, it was hitting all the good spots now. You couldn’t help but curl your toes and move your hips to feel more of his cock.

“I won’t allow you to show this face to others.” His grip behind your knees softened, he held you more gently before leaning onto you to whisper his next words, “I’m the only one who can make you feel this free. Don’t forget that.”

You nodded, placing a hand on your stomach and you felt his cock grow bigger inside of you. Your hand pressed against the bulge that had formed from what was moving inside you.

The bulging on your stomach made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He laughed lowly, you were quite amusing. He snapped his hips forward, you moaned louder this time. Your voice echoed along with his laughter in the sewers.

“Mahito,” you begged, the waves of pleasure from his cock hitting your sweet spot made your voice tremble, “E-enough, please-”

He watched you with his half-lidded eyes intently, ignoring your words as your legs started to shake with each brutal thrust, you were close. He started pulling out from you until only the tip was in your entrance and slamming inside you with his entire length. His pace was like an animal in heat, his balls slapped against your ass each time he thrust inside.

Mahito quickened his pace, his large cock stretched out your virgin walls until they took the shape of his cock. He pushed your legs to your chest and buried his cock even deeper inside of you.

“You’re mine.”

You nodded frantically, his thrusts were punishing. Eventually, your pussy started spasming around his twitching cock. Unable to resist your virgin walls clamping on him any longer, Mahito spilled his thick and hot seed inside your womb.

He growled loudly and continued fucking his cum deep inside of your pussy until the squelching sounds of his cum mixed with yours gushing out from your abused hole started echoing in the sewers.

It was like music to his ears, he was humming to himself, rocking back and forward.

Your body relaxed and fell back on the concrete after he pulled his dick out from you. His cum spilled out from your slick heat and down to the cold concrete to mix with your blood from earlier.

You heard Mahito getting dressed but you were unable to move, your body was exhausted. Your wounds had healed themselves, but the thin layer of dried blood was making your skin itchy.

The last thing you were aware of was the soft tune of your cell phone and it grew more distant as you drifted into slumber, feeling free.

~~~

The next time you opened your eyes, you were staring at the morning sky. The soft sound of trees shaking and birds chirping filled your ears.

You sat up abruptly and looked around in confusion. You were under a bridge, your bag was under your head, your cell phone by your side and you were clutching onto your dagger.

Hastily, you took out your hand mirror from your bag and checked your face. You didn’t look anything out of the ordinary other than your clumped lashes. Your hair was matted from laying on the concrete.

Suddenly, your hand went under your skirt but you couldn’t feel any difference.

What had happened?

Had that happened?

You stood up, clutching your bag and putting the dagger inside. The walk back to the city wasn’t too long as you checked the missed calls on your phone and the worrying amount of messages you had gotten from your lower classmen along with your teachers.

You weren’t sure what had happened. You remembered everything so faintly, each memory was a blur.

Unable to let them suffer like this, you replied to each text by saying that you were back at your own apartment because of a family issue.

The lower classmen believed you but Gojo had texted you to come back to the campus as soon as possible, saying that he would lend an ear and whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on, you had to trust him, he clearly was worried. Yet your mind was a whirlwind of different thoughts, you ignored him.

Back at your apartment, you kicked off your shoes and threw your bag onto the couch before crashing on the couch yourself.

There was something deeply wrong, the stench that lingered on your uniform was unbearable.

So, you stripped yourself from the uniform and filled the bathtub. While your clothes were washing in the machine, you soaked in the bath, letting your muscles relax.

The apartment was empty and quiet, which disturbed you deeply solely because you were forced to be alone with your thoughts until you found the courage to go back to the campus.

You got scolded for leaving without notice and they found out you had stolen a cursed tool. Although you tried to explain how you were using it to improve yourself, you still got detention.

In the end, Gojo didn’t react the way you thought. He didn’t let you practice with others or tried to find a way to build up your cursed energy.

Days passed, you found yourself back in the shadow of everyone else.

Today, you found yourself under the same bridge you woke up a week ago. The night sky was beautiful, the stars sparkled brightly. None of it helped ease your nerves, your stomach churned and the feeling of uneasiness surrounded you.

You hadn’t brought anything with you. Your phone, bag, and good luck charm were back at the campus, in your room.

Not sure what to do, you simply stood there, staring.

The large gate was inviting, the darkness promised to swallow you whole and the stench… was welcoming.

Hesitantly, you took a step forward and then another until you disappeared into the dark sewers.

You walked for hours. Each right you took led to dead ends and each left you took led you back outside. It was like you were going in circles.

Perhaps, you thought, you had imagined that whole thing.

You pressed a hand between your thighs at the memory, your legs were trembling. The trembling turned into violent shaking and your legs gave up from under you.

Planting your hand on the cold concrete, you tried pushing yourself to get back up on your feet but it was futile.

Your eyes were glossy with tears, you couldn’t comprehend why you were crying.

“Ahh,” a familiar voice cooed. “The obedient little puppy came back to its owner.”

Almost immediately you lifted your head. Tears streamed down your face as you stood up and stared at Mahito welcoming you with open arms.

Your lips parted, conflicted if they should curl up to a smile or down to a frown. The feeling that surrounded you wasn’t something you could explain with words.

You rushed to him and crashed into Mahito’s arms and lips. You were fiercely moving your lips against his, your desperation made him laugh into the kiss.

When he finally decided to kiss you back, you were trembling from head to toe, holding onto Mahito. The kiss was wet and tasted salty from your tears but none of you paid any mind.

“(name).” Mahito broke the kiss to wipe away your tears with his thumbs. “Why did you come back?”

He looked amused, not confused enough to ask you that question but that same question was something you had to ask yourself.

“Mahito,” you sobbed, clutching on his shirt, your lower lip wouldn’t stop trembling as you were unable to answer his question.

Were you only obsessed with the idea to live freely without sins or did you want something more than that?

“Nevermind.” Mahito pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, leaving his lips there for a moment. After you stopped crying, he led you deeper inside the sewers until the darkness consumed the two of you. Your heart was shuddering in your chest, you couldn’t believe how much power he held over you.

It was just Mahito had said, animals lived without guilt, pain, or worry because animals didn’t know sin.

But that statement didn’t matter, you weren’t an animal.

You were a human and your sins would follow you to your death.

And he was a cursed spirit, he didn’t know any sin.

Oh… it was him who was the animal.

A wolf couldn’t be tamed, you remembered. You weren’t the wolf. You were a domestic wolf tasting the sweet freedom for the first time. No… you were only a puppy.

A small puppy following after the big bad wolf.

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Qolok

(pic source)

CR 16

Neutral Evil Large Outsider

Bestiary 5, pg. 217

See, this creature here is why I hesitated to actually review the Sahkil as a species for the longest time. The Qolok, representing the fear of lack and starvation, as well as the fear of being eaten alive, is so grotesque and nasty-looking that I am 100% sure, without a doubt, that tumblr’s censorbots would (ironically) eat the post alive and no amount of tagging would suffice before the thing’s appearance disgusted someone enough to unfollow. There’s also the fact that the book’s design includes to extremely prominent, sagging breasts complete with nipples over a yonic mouth dripping with a thick white, frothy spittle which all adds up to there being no world in which I could safely show the image. It’s horrible in-universe as well, the Qolok’s Look of Fear causing mindless panic for a full 1d6 rounds! You have the page number, you can look if you’d like; there’s even an extremely high-quality version of it online if you just google “Pathfinder Qolok Sahkil!”

Does all of that mean I’m just going to skip over it, though? Absolutely not! Just enjoy the art of MonstersofClay and their etsy in the pic source link. A distressing Pac-Man is more or less the vibe of what a Qolok is, anyway. Also, annoyingly, this piece appears as in-stock until you actually click on the listing and see it’s unavailable. Dammit!

Anyway, as mentioned, Qolok represent the fear of lack. Its description in the book is barely a sentence long, much to my frustration, but its design and spell-likes are obviously meant to invoke a fear of starvation and the primal fear of being eaten alive. Said to “encourage mortals to overindulge when possible,” Qolok can cast Suggestion at will to encourage victims to indulge in self-destructive behavior and bouts of ruinous gluttony. In combat, a single Suggestion can keep a dangerous party member at bay for a few crucial seconds... but it also has Mass Suggestion 3/day to halt the actions of a whole party as it closes in with its ravenous bulk.

One of the most physically adept of all Sahkil, Qolok can make upwards to six attacks each round: two slams (1d8+9), two claws (1d6+9), a bite (1d8+9), and finally a slap with its lengthy tongue, its most damaging attack by far at 2d8+9. Its bite only has a reach of 5ft compared to the 10ft of its flailing limbs, but its tongue rubberbands outward 15ft to Grab targets it impacts. Any creature that spends a round in the loathsome embrace of a Qolok’s tongue can be swallowed whole into its nightmarish bulk, where the REAL damage happens. Anyone swallowed by a Qolok takes 16d6 bludgeoning damage and becomes automatically frightened by the experience.

As they don’t need to eat, Qolok consume victims purely to hurt and scare them, and if 16d6 damage isn’t enough, Instill Phobia cheats the system for any creature that manages to survive the horror’s stomach. The DM selects a commonplace person, place, or thing the swallowed character encountered in the last 24 hours that they become unreasonably terrified of as illusions and horrors within the Qolok’s stomach assault their psyche and instill fear where there was none before. While normally just as likely to regurgitate a traumatized victim as kill them, a Qolok in combat will swallow as many creatures as it can hold to get them out of its way.

Once its gut is loaded with half the party, the Qolok can rip apart the remaining adventurers with its natural attacks... or blast them with its 3/day Disintegrate, 36d6 Force damage useful for removing obstacles and people (who can also sometimes be obstacles) alike. The most insidious trick the Qolok has in its repertoire also lurks in its 1/day spell-likes: Plane Shift. While not especially dangerous on its own except as an escape tool, recall that Qolok can swallow people whole. Depending on how your DM rules how teleportation spells work if you’re inside something’s stomach, this could spell death for the party member(s) captured by the Sahkil as they’re transported to planes they have no hope of surviving in. Able to Skip Between to avoid the consequences of the Plane of Fire or the Negative Energy Plane, a Qolok can easily cause a sense of lack in the party as they suddenly find themselves without one or two of their members.

Or you could go the slightly more (less) merciful route and have them brought to Xibalba, where the remaining players are now forced to go to launch a rescue mission!

You can read more about them here.

[dwagom]

Given your banner title, I'm curious. Have you seen Folding Idea's video "Line Goes Up- The Problem With NFTs" ? It's honestly one of the top 5 documentaries that I've seen both this year and in general. It's Netflix-tier in terms of quality and production value and it does a damn good job of really breaking down the basics of NFTs and cryptocurrency in general and their inherent issues. So yeah, have you seen it and if you have, what do you think about it?

absolutely essential watching, his follow-up interview with the financial diet should be paired with it

at 32:56 he says this

and this sentence alone demonstrated that crypto is a tightly-packed pandora's box of far-right ideology regarding money and social control. so much history is bound up in the ideas behind crypto in fact that i'll get back to you later today on this because finding several of the twitter-threads i'm thinking of is absolutely not a thing i have the energy to do right now at 5.30am, even though they are extremely important to form a full understanding of what the whole political point of cryptocurrencies is, but on the whole and most broadly -- it's quite premeditatedly nightmarish

[exn0bisstudios]

hiya! if it isn't spoiler-y or you won't be making a separate post for it, could you tell us a bit about the work hunters and seers do? does being a member of the order as a hunter always guarantee that you'll have a seer for a partner, or do they have different kinds of work that don't require a partner, or maybe require a bigger group to work with?

I will be making a post about it. After that, you'll obviously get a more in-depth look during the game itself. Still, since I have some other things lined up first, I would be happy to give some cursory notes here in this ask!

Please be aware that this info might seem a bit jumbled since I'm just tossing out notes (also I’m running on two hours of sleep lmao). This also got really long, so I apologize for that! As I said, I'll eventually get a much more organized & concise post up for you guys!

About Seers of The Twilight Order

What is a Seer?

Seers are magically gifted individuals of strong mentality who have been soul-bound to a Nightmare, which allows them to use Void magic. Said magic is the only thing that can actually destroy a Nightmare - yes, they can be hurt by weapons. Still, they'll eventually reform from the damage unless a Seer comes along and wipes them out. Since the Void is essentially power in its most raw form, it is not meant to be used by mortals. So, the Order devised the binding to allow an adept enough mage to use a Nightmare as a proxy. It's a messy necessity since, without Seers, Yereth-Shai would have fallen to the Nightmares a long, long time ago.

Unfortunately, this proxy system is hugely flawed. Nightmares, by their very nature, are corrupted, as is the Void. The forcible melding of a mortal soul to this corrupted being will eventually erode the mortal, no matter how mentally resilient they are. The more they use the Void magic, the faster that corruption sets in. Not to mention that the binding ritual itself can be deadly outright.

In short, becoming a Seer is a death sentence. Most last for around 5 years before corruption kills them. Unfortunately, it's also common for Seers to go insane, either from corruption or just from having a primordial creature that hates them living in their head. The Order has a care facility set up for any non-violent Seers who have lost their minds, where they can live out what's left of their lives in peace and safety. Sadly most that go nuts are also violent, though, and are mercy-killed by The Order before they can cause civilian casualties.

If you're asking, "why would anyone want to be a Seer" the answer is, again, purely because it's necessary for the survival of mortal-kind. Many people who volunteer to become a Seer do so because they see it as a way to atone for past sins. Some do so to be a hero, however short-lived it might be. Some just see it as a civic duty. Regardless of why the Order won't turn away volunteers.

Who can become a Seer?

The only actual requirements are that the candidate must be willing, mentally resilient, and magically capable. Of course, it's always preferable for a candidate to be young and healthy. Such individuals typically prove more resilient to both the required training and the ritual itself. However, so long as they meet the core necessities and make it through Seer training, the Order won't turn anyone away.

A candidate will go through 5 to 8 years of relentless training to prepare for the binding ritual. The training is brutal and has been deadly but is necessary if the candidate hopes to survive the binding. In addition to physical and mental exercise, a Seer candidate is trained in advanced magic techniques. A particular focus on personal control is crucial, considering the Order has no desire to give someone prone to violence access to raw power.

What can a Seer do?

In addition to their ability to wield Void magic as a weapon, they can manipulate it in other ways that benefit the general public. Destroying Nightmares is always a Seers primary duty. Still, they are also often called in to clear an area of Void corruption. A little-understood phenomenon, Void corruption tends to occur in populated areas and acts as a beacon for Nightmares. A Seer can absorb and neutralize the corruption at their own expense. They can also 'see' Void energy, appearing as a kind of smokey aura, which helps them find problem areas or address concerns of corruption/possession.

Some Seer facts

The tell-tale sign of a Seer is the solid black sclera, resulting from their tie to a Nightmare. Black stripes/spots in the sclera are typical in corruption or possession cases, but only Seers have solid black.

Even though many Seers were previously criminals, they are almost always received with respect. Regardless of their past deeds, people recognize the altruistic sacrifice they've made by becoming a Seer and honor them for that. On the flip side, most Seers are understandably received with an equal amount of fear.

Seers cannot comprehend or cohesively communicate with their bound Nightmare while awake, getting at most snippets of violent imagery or projected emotions. They are also plagued by violent nightmares when they sleep due to their subconscious trying to process the foreign presence in their mind. The more a Seer's mental barriers deteriorate, the more the Nightmare can torture them inside their own head.

While they are given combat training, Seers are adamantly encouraged to stay out of active combat as much as possible. They are under strict orders to not use their Void magic unless against a Nightmare or Void-related emergency. They are too valuable to risk on the front line, and using their Void powers speeds up their corruption (and thus, demise) too much to just use them recklessly.

Regarding our dear MC...

Take everything you just read about Seers and throw it out the window.

MC is an entirely unique, never-before-seen case. To start, they never underwent a binding ritual. As far as the Order can tell, MC's Nightmare has been there at least in a cursory sense for their whole life because it has chosen to be there. MC's sclera went black when it finally bonded with them (age depends on MC's background but from 8-11 y/o). It was an entirely painless experience for MC.

MC is the only Seer who has been able to actively communicate with their Nightmare in any capacity. The fact their Nightmare introduced itself and keeps a running commentary on what MC is up to during their waking hours is seemingly inexplicable. MC doesn't suffer any nightmares due to The One's presence, either, and is instead able to interact with a dream manifestation of them.

The MC shows no signs of possession and seems to suffer no ill side effects from the One's presence or from using Void magic. They are also the most potent Void magic user the Order has ever had. This penalty-free relationship has allowed them to be the only Seer to hold the position for more than 8 years.

The general public is not aware of pretty much any of this, however. The official story is intentionally vague, saying that the MC is a prodigy and ends the conversation there. They're somewhere between a myth and a legend to the general public, and the majority would not recognize them in person. The MC is under strict orders not to reveal the truth of their situation unless they deem it absolutely necessary. This is mainly for their own safety. After all, just because the Order trusts them doesn't mean the rest of the world will.

In short, the MC is very special. You'll have to play the game to find out why.

About Hunters of The Twilight Order

What is a Hunter?

A Hunter is a specialized member of the Order's main military force, highly trained in martial and magical combat and tactics. Their primary function is to suppress Nightmare and Void-related violence to allow for a Seer to safely end the engagement, as well as to serve as a Seer's protector and right hand.

They put themselves in danger so that a Seer doesn't have to. However, they are not seen as expendable or as shock troops. Instead, they are provided years of highly specialized, rigorous training to ensure they survive the impossible odds they're frequently up against. As a result, hunters are, without exception, the most effective and impressive fighting force on Yereth-Shai.

Who can become a Hunter?

Anyone, so long as they are willing and survive the training. Hunter backgrounds are incredibly varied, from noble to urchin, but all of them give up their old lives for the sake of the Order. Most candidates are given over to the Order young and spend near their entire lives as members of the Twilight family.

It should be noted that orphans make up the largest demographic, as the Order provides food, lodging, education, and eventually a salary for life. For a child with nothing, it's often the most stable option they have.

What can a Hunter do?

In addition to killing virtually anything with appropriately nightmarish skill, Hunters are known for being brilliant - if unconventional - tacticians and skilled generals. Many a monarch has tried to buy themself a Hunter with a laughable pittance of a success rate.

Hunters are also gifted with a unique soul-bound weapon upon graduation. While these weapons are not strictly sentient, they have a sort of will of their own and are inextricably part of their owner. This bond gives a magical boost to the Hunter's natural prowess, in addition to acting as a powerful channel for their own magic. Soul-bound weapons cannot be used to harm their master. In fact, most cannot even be touched without their master's permission, causing grave injury to the individual attempting. These weapons cannot be broken and, if lost, will find their way back to their master. A Hunter also takes their weapon to their grave, as it will decay upon its master's death.

The forges of Twilight Order are the only place to create these weapons, and the technique has never been shared outside of Order smiths and enchanters.

Some Hunter facts

Hunters almost always outlive Seers simply because, as dangerous as their job is, their powers aren't slowly killing them. As such, there are a lot more Hunters in the Order than there are Seers.

The mass majority of Hunters will never be paired with a Seer. Bodyguard duty is reserved for the elite. The Order takes excellent care in choosing these pairs, and transfers to a different partner are rare. Once a Hunter is assigned to a Seer, they are expected to stay together until one of them dies.

Most Hunter-Seer pairings develop an unshakable bond, so much so that Hunters that lose their Seer struggle to function as well with a new partner. As such, a Hunter who has lost their Seer will return to regular troop duties, often as an officer. Their career as bodyguard is over.

That said, if a Seer needs to be neutralized, it is traditionally their paired Hunter's job to strike the killing blow. While being a Hunter is usually a lifetime career, those who have had to kill their Seer can retire from service. The Order is not unsympathetic to their trauma.

Regarding our dear Mira...

Mira is unique in their own way, though not to the same extent that the MC is.

In Mira's case, they genuinely are a prodigy. They've been with the Order since they were a child and took to the training like a fish to water. Their proficiency is precisely why they were paired with MC - who better to protect the Order's most precious Seer than their most skilled Hunter?

Mira is also special in that they have four soul-bound weapons. No touchy.

About The Twilight Order

The Twilight Order is a neutral faction that pays no homage to any nation but demands fealty from them all. It was formed for the sole purpose of defeating the Nightmare threat, and they have stayed true to that through the decades. Members of the Order are strictly forbidden from meddling with politics unless it furthers their mission. The faction itself takes no interest in the rise and fall of kingdoms outside of keeping their funding secure.

The Order is given a begrudging kind of respect on the global politics scale. Many people view the Order with suspicion, especially considering the number of secrets they keep and how they pointedly disregard whatever laws suit them. However, no one dares rise against them - not just because the Hunter army could decimate a country, but because they're the only ones who can tame the Void.

Though thankfully most governments are content to leave the Order alone, it is a delicate diplomatic balance, so long as they stay out of the political sphere.

Some relevant facts about the Order

Once you are initiated into the Order, you leave your old life behind. Each member takes on the surname 'Twilight' and is encouraged to completely sever ties to their old life. This rule is less strictly enforced with members who have been with the Order for a while. It's common for commanding officers to look the other way if their subordinates exchange letters with their original families. So long as the individual isn't compromised by these engagements, it's quietly allowed to happen.

The Order takes a similarly vague approach to romantic relationships involving its members. Physical relations & romance are not forbidden, nor is marriage or attempting to start a family. However, if such a relationship compromises the participants, it will be condemned, and those involved are punished. Duty above all, for the sake of all. No exceptions.

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SoMa Day 7: Blush

Another day of @soulxmakaweek! Soul makes a terrible mistake (with special intervention from Black Star), but at least it leaves them both blushing. Read it on ff.net, ao3, or after the cut!

Convincing himself that the blush that was creeping from his neck to his cheeks to his ears was simply a bit of embarrassment was entirely becoming impossible for Soul. Even with the woeful look on Maka's face, the way her hands were digging against the roots of his hair to brush the now nubbed strands was forcing Soul's color from that slight tan to utterly pink, starting towards a rose-hued red that rivaled his eyes. It was only made worse by the fact that Maka wasn't looking away from it or even really acknowledging it, just rubbing against the fresh shave of his head.

That's right-- shaved. Down to the root. Practically bald. Headbands? Unnecessary. Stealing Maka's clips? A thing of the past. In the nightmarish world he was currently living in, Soul was the absolutely unproud owner of buzz cut courtesy of Black Star's clippers and devious mind. Alright- maybe Soul was not entirely innocent in all of this, having made the common mistake of falling victim to what looked like Black Star's absolute stupidity. Making a bet with Black Star often seemed like a solid plan; that is until the realization hit that while desperately full of himself and rarely the one with a plan, Black Star's bravado was never misplaced.

Black Star was a God, after all.

And this vengeful God had required the ultimate sacrifice- all of Soul's spiky yet silky strands.

"It'll grow back," he grumbled.

That earned Soul nothing more than an epic eye roll. "How did this even happen?" Maka cried mournfully while her fingers continued on their journey as if she could bring it all back with just her touch.

"A bet," Soul replied as the pink definitely disappeared, overpowered by a red glow that was now threatening to burst blood vessels in his ears.

"With who?" That was suffused with the anger that usually accompanied a Maka-chop, and honestly, he was begging for it to free him.

"Guess," he mumbled, hoping to earn himself freedom from her fingers.

Instead, she grasped a little harder, scrambling his brain with a quick shake. "Soul!"

With his hackles raised and all the stubbornness flowing from the flush that her touch was creating, Soul snapped, "Don't see why you care- it's just my hair!"

"It's-" Her lips pressed into a pout as she pushed a huff of air out her nose. "I guess it's-"

"What?" Soul barked.

Those hands instantly moved, and Soul waited with utter certainty for the crack of a book against his skull, but it was two warm palms against his cheeks instead, smooshing them together. "I'll miss it," she murmured, "but I guess you're still handsome."

His jaw was ready to drop, but Maka was holding it in place. Something close to a squeal started in his throat, and Soul barely covered it with a sound somewhere between a choke and a clearing. "Did you just…?"

"What?" Maka's tone was innocent but a dusting of pink had started on her own cheeks.

"You just-" Soul stammered as he grabbed at her wrists to pull her hands away. He instantly found it wasn't her palms that were the hindrance and his voice continued in dips and starts, "Handsome? Me?"

Maka was taking a careful step back, green eyes no longer appraising him as they tried to look busy elsewhere. "You get one compliment- and just to make you feel better about the buzz, that's all!"

He couldn't relent, his fingers steady around her wrists and denying any other step between them. "But you mean it?"

She nodded but still stubbornly refused to look at him again, that pink becoming all too rosy as it flushed down her neck.

"Then…" Soul could barely stop from wiggling her wrists in his hand in utter frustration. Handsome. She said handsome! "What about my regular hair?"

"What about it?" Maka shot back quickly as she fiddled with her wrists in his hands.

"You think that's handsome?" The word half warbled but landed true. He let his eyes drift to the floor, taking at least an ounce of pressure off his chest.

A wobbly but thoughtful hum escaped her. Maka managed to free her hands in his moment of weakness, but instead of a quick escape, her hands went back to his head, fingers sinking in the fuzz. "I liked the headband," she murmured. "Especially the thin black one."

"That one?" Soul balked and continued to tumble into shock as his eyes hit her face, now just as much color spread to her ears as his.

Maka nodded slowly. "But I-" She stuttered, trying to catch herself with a sheepish smile. "I like the way you push it back when you're thinking too hard." Her hand moved to his forehead to mimic the motion.

"So… it's handsome?" he attempted.

"I told you one compliment." She instantly tried to press her lips into a pout but it fizzled under the heat of her cheeks.

"I-" Soul took a deep breath to force his voice to its regular baritone. "I like when you have ribbons in your pigtails."

Any solidity to her expression was gone, mouth gaping slightly as her eyes widened.

"The best is when your hair is down." His hands hovered between them for a moment before reaching up to steal hers away from his head. Tangled together, he brought their hands to his chest, cradling them there. "There, so… compliment for a compliment. OK?"

"OK," she whispered back breathlessly. Maka toyed with her bottom lip between her teeth before she offered, "You're handsome."

He only allowed for a breath before he broke the silence, "And you're beautiful."

To hide the red on her face, Maka pulled their hands down to replace it with her forehead, feeling the tumultuous beat of his heart against her skin. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." Suddenly his chest was rumbling, chuckles vibrating against her face.

Maka still didn't have the nerve to uncover the blush that was holding strong to her cheeks. "What is it?"

"Hindsight's twenty-twenty."

"What's that mean?"

Soul let the laughs ring until he was even more out of breath, just worrying her fingers in his as he gathered up the bravery to continue. "I think I coulda won the bet."

She was tempted to roll her eyes but 'beautiful' was still ringing in her ears, keeping her attitude small. "What was the bet?"

Soul let out a blustering breath. "Gettin' the guts to ask you out. Kinda was supposed to yesterday but, you know…" He finished that sentence with a shrug only for him since Maka was still hiding away. "So, buzz it was."

Maka couldn't help a giggle and his fingers tightened around hers.

"Hey, Maka," he called as he just barely brushed his chin against her hair.

"What?"

"Go out with me?" That still brought a little tremble to his voice but Soul exerted all of his strength for the next, "Not a meister-weapon, a partner-friend thing but a you-me thing."

For a horrifyingly long second, Maka was silent. "Will you grow out your hair again?"

A nervous laugh twittered from his throat. "Well, yeah."

Maka lifted her head, showing him the pink of her cheeks so she could see his. "You really could have won that bet."

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top five movies for gay people

Call me by your name blue is the warmest color Netflix’s Tall Girl Disney’s Luca and the supernatural series finale.

Ok now for real. I had this 95% complete and then my app restarted it was sooooo tragic ugh I’m going to try to recreate it. Disclaimer that this is a huge ask and I’m unqualified and so I’m going to just rattle off some that come to my head and this is not a definitive list and when the cyberjournalist stalking me in 2033 digs this up I’m going to sue for libel. Anyways ! Oh and also I told myself none of the movies by our mutual circles’ faves can go on the list so no Altman/Cassavetes etc. alright here goes.

5. Matilda. Ok this goes on here because the way it looks is immensely riveting. The inside of the Wormwood home is unbelievable and Rita Perlman gives the performance of a lifetime she’s iconic!!!!!! And also it has Miss Honey who is perfect for the mommy issue lesbians amongus. She was doing cottagecore before the dimestore wench who coined the term was even conceived in a suburban bedroom PLUS she roller skates and steals a huge giant mansion back to live in with her ~~found family~~

4. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. If you’re following me, it’s likely you’ve seen the Susan Sarandon quote from the celluloid closet about them guns and penises (or you just spam follow popular text post auteurs, a class of which I’m a reluctant member). Sure whatever that too but also it’s so much fun to say all the lines three seconds after they do and feel your personality be infused for days afterwards and it’s gay to run around a breathtaking western landscape with one other guy idk

3. Stalker by Tarkovsky. This movie is not gay at all but it’s specially designed to microwave the brains of 0.05% of LGBTs of which I am one. I can’t even convey the atmospheric beauty and unease of the world. They’re being irradiated in a nightmarish yet green landscape the entire time. It’s a slow burner for sure but I love it soooo much. Also no one irl ever wants to watch this (or like any of these lol) with me 🤔

2. Tarkovsky reminds me of Jodorowsky which reminds me of DUNE!!!! Dune 1985 dir. David Lynch. This is arguably Lynch’s worst film but I love it sooo much it’s 1980s big budget scifi desert maximalism with absolutely insane character design and sets and Lynch does an absolutely horrible job utilizing almost every single element EXCEPT a young pre-Peaks Kyle Maclachlan who is worth watching the entire thing for he is so.....like so smooth brained but somehow ridiculously compelling. I can’t even describe the way this movie looks. It’s unparalleled. And also Patrick Stewart and Sting play uncles. Which is worth watching.

1. Okay the number one spot is so hard I have no idea what to put here so I’m giving myself to the end of this sentence and then I have to spit something out. The girl reading this!!!! Just kidding. I’m gonna go with. Hmm ugh okay this is so fucking stupid and throw rotten vegetables into my open mouth and I’m so fucking sorry to put an a24 movie on here but I really think more gay people need to give the lighthouse a chance (I know a LOT of people like this movie. I’m not talking about them I’m talking about the people whose tastes are too pretentious for the pretentious people who list the fucking lighthouse as their favorites. One day they’re gonna release the Robert Pattinson erect penis cut whic is one reason. The second reason is that Willem Dafoe’s performance in this reinvigorated my arid withered body and soul like the tear of the goofy goober reinvigorated the dehydrated Patrick and Spongebob. But I’m a Rime of the Ancient Mariner gay so of course this is what I’m going to say but I’ve just revealed my hand as having sheeple taste so idk but this is a Dafoe based decision entirely plus it weeds out the whores and tax collectors who can’t handle a little B&W. Also this is outrageously long and I’m sorry BUT I’m trying to scare off the people who followed from my popular post you know.