#CASKET MUSH

[w111cca]

Casket mush ⚰️

[onlyhurtforaminute]

CASKET MUSH-RUPTURED THROUGH THE DEPTHS OF HUMAN ERROR

[lolitakirstein]

Sleepy men

How the men of Aot sleep/cuddle and what they wear

Ft: Eren Levi Jean Reiner

Cw: nothing really, fluff? Hint of smuttiness. 

EREN: He’s a restless sleeper. Constantly tossing and turning. Mumbling. Slinging his arms over and around you when he rolls over to curl up next to you, mushing his face into the crook of your neck and kissing it. He generally just wears his boxers, nothing fancy. “I sleep hot,” he admits. And good god yes the guy is a FURNACE, you sometimes have to push away from him during the night because he gets so warm. “Get back here” he’ll whines, reaching blindly for your body across the bed. “You’re burning me up!” you say, putting space between you and his hot body. He’ll groan and then throw the covers off of you, exposing you to the cold room. He smirks as you yelp at the cool air and immediately curl back up into him.  The heat DOES pay off in the winter because you sneak your cold feet onto his back. “Goddamn, get those ice cubes off of me!” he mumbles sleepily into the pillow. “But your sooooo warm,” you giggle. 

Levi: He sleeps like a Victorian child struck down with the plague. On his back, hands across his chest like he’s in a casket. He doesn’t move once during the night. “I don’t want to mess up the bed that much,” he says. He wears luxury silk pajamas with his initials on them. It was difficult when you first started sleeping together, you didn’t know if he was a cuddler or not so you just laid on your side next to him for the first few stays over. However, you got brave enough and ask “Do you like to cuddle?” He takes a beat before answering, “Its been awhile since i’ve done such activities but i’m not opposed to it.” You take that as a go-ahead and wrap up against his side, his arm curls around your shoulder, gently stroking your bare arm. “Is this ok?” you ask. He sighs, “Actually this is perfect.” He loves having the weight of you on top of him, sometimes your legs thrown over his. Even when you turn away in your sleep, he will reach a hand to keep on you, just a reminder that you are there with him. 

JEAN: This man is a fucking BED HOG! No matter how big the bed is, they cant contain his tall frame and long legs. He sleeps in a band tshirt and basketball shorts. He will let you wear one of his tshirts to bed as well. He’s a blanket snob too, always stealing them from around you. “Jean I’m cold!,” you pout, trying to tug the covers from around him. He’ll laugh at your pathetic whining and pull you to where you are both on your sides facing each other. His long legs tangling with yours. “Better,” he’ll ask, kissing your nose. “Much” you mumble into his chest, inhaling his scent. When you have a nightmare and are fretting around in your sleep, he will wrap his lean arms around you, kissing your sweat-damp head trying to soothe you. “Hey i’m here, its ok.” he’ll murmur. He easily relaxes you back to sleep. 

REINER: He sleeps in flannel pants and shirtless AND he is a CUDDLER!!!! From the moment your ass hits the mattress he is dragging you close to his body. He loves spooning, the feel of your naked back against his bare chest and the smell of your clean hair is like a sedative to him. “God you smell so good,” he says into your neck. He’s always struggled falling asleep, but once you started spending the nights, he was finally able to get the best sleep he’s ever got. He loves it when you spoon him, draping your tiny body over his muscular back, sometimes tracing your fingers up and down his back and kissing the nape of his neck as you both drift off. When you sleep on your back he lays on his side to face you and wraps his arm over your torso, legs intertwined. He loves watching you sleep, and how peaceful you look. It makes him feel so incredibly lucky. You always wake up to him stealing kisses on your neck or chest or even between your legs. He is ALSO ravenous in the morning. 

[playandchill]

HAHA DEAD CAN SPEAK.

Here is my attempt at Victor guessing game (couldn't get things more wrong OH WELL GOODBYE PINK HAIR DREAM)

Next is just some doodles of Berry Basket + oc stuff xd

Fixed the problem of Berry Basket never being in a basket

So now you can get a Berry Mush

Or a Berry Casket for Halloween

Also still liked these doodles of Aerie and Nova

I thought about the idea of "flipping" Kor's and Hepi's appearance and this is what i got. Siblings just got turned into cats xdd

You don't want to hear them joke

[sercezgazety]

It’s going to start raining soon because of-fucking-course it is. Why not. It’s not like it’s going to change anything, Dan is already completely drenched, and maybe something that isn’t his own sweat would be a reprieve. Or, you know. Herbert could do something besides peering over the edge of the hole with a flashlight, commenting on Dan’s technique and imperiously demanding changes in the angle at which the shovel enters the soil.

Dan tells him as much. Backseat driving is one thing when it’s, well, driving — and even then it’s infuriating. When it’s grave robbing, it’s a whole nother thing. It wouldn’t kill Herbert to get back down here for a couple minutes. He’s pretty experienced with a shovel, Dan reminds him, and seems to have a lot of opinions. High time he starts pulling his weight around here.

“At this depth? In these shoes?” Herbert asks, and then makes an offended sniff to drive the point home. “I’d just keep slipping and losing my balance.”

“I mean,” Dan pants, “you could have worn different ones.”

“All my shoes are the same.”

Yeah, it figures.

“Well, they shouldn’t be. You ought to have at least one pair of sneakers.” The shovel finally thuds against the lid. Thank fuck. They really took the whole six feet thing into their hearts, huh. “Specifically for this kind of occasion.”

Dan can’t see him, but he just knows Herbert opened his mouth to start saying something, and then changed his mind and closed it. He can almost hear the asshole’s thought process anyway. I don’t need sneakers, you do this kind of work. Or something along these lines. 

“Somebody needs to hold the torch,” West decides to say instead.

It’s sad, actually, how Dan’s initial reaction is this absurd sense of pride. Herbert wouldn’t have kept the original words to himself, were he interacting with anyone else. 

Christ, what a low bar to clear.

Thankfully, they’re— no, Dan, Dan’s not digging a hole the size of an entire coffin. That would take days. But the opening still needs to be much wider and longer than just the bit that would give them access to the right part of the lid. Dan’s learned the hard way that getting rid of excess soil when you’re four feet deep is bloody exhausting. There are steps to take, first you make a hole that is wide and long and deep enough, with something like shelves, so that later on you can put the contents of the shovel next to you instead of throwing pounds of dirt over your head. He’s more experienced in digging than he’d like, though it’s not often that they’re trying to get something out of the ground. And it’s not that Herbert didn’t do anything tonight, oh no. He’s been very careful to do bare minimum and pant so pitifully, it was Dan who told him to take a break. It was more than an hour ago, by the way.

At least the coffin’s made out of wood. Last time, it was metal. Almost impossible to open, and no point in doing so anyway, given that the corpse boils inside it. Dan sometimes wonders whether people who buy those things actually know how physics work. Probably not. He’s not entirely sure he knows, though he’s definitely seen the results.

Now that the lid is partially visible and the goal seems so close, somehow everything drags on. It’s as if the time was made out of rubber, stretching instead of rushing the way it does whenever Dan actually needs a couple seconds to restart a heart or sew up a wound a tad too close to an artery. Now, he wants to be done, away from here, and not only do they have to get the cadaver out and bury the empty casket, but first they need to get to the goddamn casket in the first place, and it’s already been three hours, and someone’s bound to come and catch them, there’s no way they’re getting away with it, and the it —

“Herbert.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s ancient.”

How the hell did Dan not notice that before? Yes, his brain tends to turn into mush the moment he’s confronted with a stressful situation — a terrible trait in a doctor, really, he knows that — but to such an extent? At this point, he really should be able to tell a fresh grave from whatever the hell this is. Come to think about it, all the flowers were withered when they were getting them out of the way. 

“Not ancient,” Herbert responds serenely. “Just two days old, you’re short a couple millenia.” He probably thinks he’s funny; he usually does. “Well, it’s almost three days now.”

Dan stops digging. Not the best idea, given that this way he’s probably going to remain in the compromising situation for even longer. If he gives his muscles a moment to catch up with the exhaustion, it’s going to be very difficult to start moving again.

Still, it would be nice to know why is he supposed to be moving at all.

“Herbert,” he says very calmly because he’s a calm and rational guy. Also because he’s down here and Herbert’s all the way up there, so it’s impossible to just throttle the imp without some extra effort, and he doesn’t have any energy to spare. “It’s way too old, what the hell do you even want with it? The brain’s completely useless at this point.”

Looking up, Dan half-expects to see Herbert sitting over the ledge and kicking his legs, but that’s not happening. First, there’s been no foot colliding with Dan’s temple. He’s pretty sure he’d notice. And second, when it comes to keeping the slacks spotless, it doesn’t matter how appealing disrespecting the dead might be. Herbert’s always going to choose clean clothing. Unless it’s blood. He doesn’t seem bothered by it, and yes, it’s not that noticeable on black clothes, but the shirts, the sheer number of shirts that turn out to be single-use is impressive. Herbert’s propensity for the blue ones is absolutely fascinating. At least the white ones can be bleached. The blue ones go straight to the trash. “They’re more cheerful,” Herbert deadpanned once, and to this day, Dan doesn’t know whether that was supposed to be a joke. What an absolute waste of money, but then again, when one is used to having money, they don’t consider it an issue.

It is an issue to Dan, though. Just like the fact that he’s currently standing in the middle of a grave they’ve been attempting to desecrate, and he doesn’t even know why.

“Liver failure,” Herbert informs him as if that were supposed to explain anything.

“So?”

Dan feels ridiculously proud of himself — look at him being so assertive! — for not resuming the digging. He stares at Herbert, and yes, it’s hardly intimidating, given that he needs to keep looking up and squint at the torch, but Herbert still seems a bit surprised by Dan’s resolve. He falters, he actually falters, so that’s something.

“We don’t require a body, per se,” he admits. “At this stage of research, it would be prudent to do some further tests on individual parts. They don’t need to be that fresh. Actually, we need to see what happens when the decay has not only started but progressed. The neurons atrophy immediately, so we should look into reversing the process, not only stopping it. Muscle tissue would be a good start, I figured. Although, well. Bloating would be ideal, but—“ Herbert gives a long-suffering sigh, confronted with a world that simply refuses to respect his wishes. ”For the moment, this will have to do.”

Dan wipes at his brow, which is completely pointless. He smears the sweat around, and now it’s mixed with even more mud than before.

“Is it at least embalmed?”

“...yyyes.”

“You think so or you know so?”

“I know,” Herbert answers a bit too quickly. 

Perfect.

Dan drops the shovel, and winces immediately as it clatters against the lid.

“So all of that for… parts?” he asks. He wants to sound incredulous, he really does, but it’s not even the tenth most insane thing Herbert’s demanded this month. “Not a whole subject. I’m busting my ass here, we could get caught any moment, and all of that for parts?”

“A part,” Herbert says in that monotone he uses to offer a helpful piece of information.

“And you couldn’t have gotten it at Miskatonic?”

“Well, we’ve had no fatal liver failure in weeks.” Dan can’t see it, but he’s certain Herbert is shrugging. “This one comes from a different hospital, actually. They transported the body back to the place where she grew up.” He pauses to readjust his voice and make it into something more cheerful. “Isn’t that nice of them?”

Dan finds himself digging again, but that’s not because he’s a pushover. That’s because he just wants to be done with it, and the longer they stay here, the more likely they’re to get caught.

“Why liver failure, then?” he huffs.

“You’d better focus on digging.”

Dan makes a point to stop moving.

“Why liver failure, Herbert.”

As if it weren’t already obvious that West is avoiding the answer, he pauses for a tad too long.

To learn why liver failure, continue reading here. The answers might surprise you (unpleasantly). warnings in the notes opening the chapter on ao3

[platonicyanderepanic]

Can you do like yandere platonic muzan?

(Storyline: Reader is a God who Muzan worships a lot really he always goes to a temple to worship you and gives you offerings but one day when he goes back to the infirmary casket he sees you! The god he worships in the infinity castle he bows happily immediately and happily )

Sure mate!

Demon slayer platonic Yandere Muzan with a God reader.

•he was going to pray for your forgiveness, he knows what he is doing is wrong but he won’t stop. His only set back is the fear of his God not liking him.

•when he gets back and sees your perfect being in the infinity castle, his heart stops. He bows immediately, although clumsily, a huge grin on his face.

•his thinks about how this must mean you approve of his actions? You must, you wouldn’t descend to someone you deem a sinner.

•in truth Muzan was possessive since before he met you. He was sickly and nobody could fix him when he was a human, and many people said he would be better of going to church so he goes to heaven.

•he was In raged but he still decided to go, he found a smaller sized church and something in him believed in you. There was something about you that gave him hope of being better, now of course he never got ‘better’ but he never gave you up.

•he makes sure to keep you happy, he gives you the best of all things, the finest silk and the softest bed. He is devoted, you are his god. •he could never dream of falling in love with you, it’s never been a possibility.

(sorry my brain is mush rn)

[leonsleftbicep]

sleep token headcanons because the body be healing but also be aching

the vessels purr, you pet their favorite spot, boom! mush in your hands.

Vessel has a raspy purr thats almost but a hum in his chest. its favorite spot to be pet is his neck and sides.

II has a calmer more tongue roll like purr. his favorite petting spot is his hair, shoulders, and back.

III oh boy they have a very loud purr, so loud in fact that multiple of the vessels cant sleep because of their purrs. their a big thigh pets enjoyer, idk why i just feel like they like when people pet the sides of their thighs.

IV his purr is soft and silky, the type that would sooth you in any situation. his favorite petting area is his face, neck, and the back of his ears.

(i felt this was fitting to let out of the casket with todays events)

[twidiarie]

I would rather be alone then be lonely

In a marriage arranged by two sets of families, a union, a tie between both branches

Brittle branches

To slowly or quickly fall in love, wouldn't that be lovely? Scary, but wonderful, yet I remain wary

Committing my life, this and a next to a man who barely knows me?

Leaving up my fate to destiny, riddled with uncertainty

Only God knows what will happen and I can only pray for the best

The thought makes me turn and toss at night, not able to get an iota of rest

I would rather stand naked and bare in front of a strange man than to axe open my chest and bare the seed, my heart, my vulnerable, tender, heart

Bury me alive without a casket, under heaps of dirt,

I'd rather choke on depths of soil than to unearth my soul, my love, from its roots and present my affection, my trust, the fruit it bears first

An offering of commitment, together forever

But humans are such fickle creatures, emotions come and go and explode and implode and change into one form into another, varying in intensity,

random and fleeting like the breeze that brushes past leaves gently or the storm and whirlwinds that tears them off brutally

What will I do when the man I love turns cold and distant suddenly?

marinate in my own solitude and spout melancholic soliloquies? Hibernate underneath, or burrowed in a nest up high from where I can not be seen or perceived?

What if he wakes up one day and decides I'm too much or too little, overbearing and annoying and emotional and plagued and diseased with weeds that cause constant turmoil

He is Goldilocks and I am every other porridge, not just right. I am not homeostasis, not stable, unbalanced and like streams of water, will constantly disperse

I am comfortable but I am not perfect I am imperfect and I am flawed and I am not a dream but not quite a nightmare I am far worse

I am boring, dreadful reality in a boring dreadful reality

The fruit I give will bruise and decay and rot at his feet and he will stamp on it with his heels and the juices will flow out and the fibers and pulp will seep through his toes and the pain of turning into mush will deform the once ripe once tender once sweet creature I once was

rotten fruit turns into wine, bitter, throat burning alcohol, a toxin and poison that flows through my insides, its existence like the shame of an endless stream of past faux pas

I will be used broken goods sold at a discounted price, in rotten barrels lined with mildew made from my own flesh, the wood, the bark, growth rings exposed and cracks shown, easily traceable,

my history obvious, my state irreparable

lucky to be sold, lucky to be bought, lucky to be wanted, I wager

Emotional vulnerability in the face of cold uncertainty is the little sapling who stands weakly in the face of winters unforgiving nature

Nature is cruel and nature is real and men are nature and their nature is cruel and it is real and loving a man of my own choosing when I am so young and so naive will be my own undoing

I fear of it, I fear of it

[artemis-lynn]

*spawns* Wassup

Nickname: Artemis/Artie

Newsie name: Pepper!

Age: A number that exists

Hobbies: Drawing, acting, reading, role-playing, scrolling, avoiding sleep, drinking caffeine, singing, writing

Fave musicals: Newsies & West Side Story

Favorite role: -Ensemble member in Matilda

*-Firm believer that theatre is a sport-*

Dream Roles: -Spot Conlon (Newsies) -Racetrack Higgins (Newsies) -Riff (West Side Story) -Anita (West Side Story)

Fave musical songs: First Burn (Hamilton) Dear Theodosia (Hamilton) Candy Store (Heathers) Sincerely Me (Dear Evan Hansen) Requiem (Dear Evan Hansen) Santa Fe (Newsies, BOTH VERSIONS of the song but especially Christian Bale's), Letters from the Refuge (Newsies) Brooklyn's Here (Newsies) Once and For All (Newsies) Gee Officer Krupke (West Side Story 2021) I Feel Pretty (West Side Story 2021) America (West Side Story 2021) Tonight (Quintet) (West Side Story 2021)

Fave non-musical songs as of rn: Long Live (T.Swift) When Emma Falls in Love (T.Swift) Never Grow Up (T.Swift) Dorothea (T.Swift) Champagne Problems (T.Swift) (I'M A SWIFTIE SHHHHH)

Fave movies: Newsies (1992), West Side Story (2021), The Princess Bride, Cruella, The Amazing Spiderman 2, Across the Spiderverse, Wonder Woman (2017)

Fave TV show: High School Musical the Musical The Series

Fave books: I Must Betray You (Ruta Sepetys) The Princess Bride (William Goldman) The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise (Dan Giemenhart) Alone (Megan Freeman) Dark stalker (Tui T Sutherland)

Fave book SERIES: SIX OF CROWS SIX OF CROWS SIX OF CROWS (Leigh Bardugo)

Fave characters: Spot Conlon (Newsies) Blink (Newsies) Racetrack Higgins (Newsies) Sarah Jacobs (Newsies) Riff (WSS) Anita (WSS) Valentina (WSS) Kaz Brekker (SoC) Inej Ghafa (SoC) Nina Zenik (SoC) Jesper Fahey (SoC)

Fave ships: Sprace (Spot x Race, Newsies) Blush (Mush x Blink, Newsies) SPARAH (Spot x Sarah, Newsies) Riff x Tony (WSS) Anita x Bernardo (WSS) Kanej (Kaz x Inej, SoC) Helnik (Nina x Matthias, SoC) Wesper (Wylan x Jesper, SoC)

"If any of you survives, make sure I get an open casket at my funeral. The world deserves a few more moments with THIS face."-Jesper Fahey, Six of Crows

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

I have sudden desires to talk about Jimmy being angry. Expect ramblings and gore

Anyways I want the Casket man to show anger. I know his main thing is "Manic" but him with rage gives me the "ooouuuiggghh" vibrations. I want to see what would set him off. I want to how people react to the change of attitude. I want to see how he'd change!

Would he snappy and snarling? Would he screaming and shouting? Would there be any laughter after he's made a kill or would he just immediately go after someone else? Would he target someone and if so, who and why? What would happen if he did catch someone? Would he just slash deep or would he stab multiple times? Would his victims be mush afterwards? How long would he go until his anger ran out? Could he be calmed down?

And then there's his thing with Ghost! Would he possess him still or just charge in? Would he need to? Would he need to be triggered or can he just suddenly come out? What would happen after it all? Would Johnny suffer any drawbacks, such as soreness or injuries? Would there still be a risk of Jimmy's temper and him going for round 2?

How would he feel before it?

Him feeling this anger that doesn't feel like it's his, and unable to calm down and panicking because it feels disconnected and different and oh god why am I feeling this this isn't mine get it out gET IT OUT- The relief from the blackout feels like a cool bath after the burning rage and your strangling panic

When you wake up after what knows how long, it's like the whole room is bleeding. That cooling blood is everywhere on you, along with chunks of red clinging on that you already have a sinking realisation of what it is.

And then you catch sight of what's left of someone, mutilated to the near point of on sight inhumanity and liquid. It doesn't help that underneath your confusion and fear, the anger is still there, bubbling under your emotions like a chained serpent.

You don't know what caused it; you don't know what's happened. You just hope that it stays at bay whilst you look for someone. Surely someone is alive

I just want that man to go berserk and show how much damage he can really make

[mark-of-chrysus]

#10

Once was already too much. Twice was beyond cruelty. Thrice...thrice was not meant for the human mind to comprehend.

So when you have to do it a thousand times and then some you become rather desensitized to certain things that could make others writhe.

That's how Daniel found himself looking up at the paling faces of his friends, vaguely aware that his body wasn't supposed to be able to bend that way. There were tears, of course, pleading for him to say awake, to hold on until the ambulance arrived. The worst part though was the reassurances, because both parties knew by that point that they were just wishful thinking.

Like, no Zack, I just got hit by a truck going over 200 km/h, I'm not going to be okay! The bloodied boy tried to voice these words but they only came out as strangled moans, which elicited more sobs and, to his everlasting indignance, shushing.

"Nnnghn hngh!" (Don't shush me!)

"It's going to be okay."

"Mnghnh mnmnth nghgh ghngfngh mnghnghhtt! mnggggg hnghnght mthght." (Vasco, I adore you but I'm literally twisted like play-doh and I think I can feel my bones trying to escape my body and form their own army for world domination!!)

"Shh, just hang on."

Danny shot him a dirty look, though he had to guess which one of his friends the bald white egg shushing him was. Probably Jin, he had always been a little bitch like that. If he squinted the alien-like thing looking down on him was pretty similar to the dumbass.

"Mhnh mgthhhhh-." (Bitch if you shush me one more-)

"Shhh" Zack placed his finger on his lips, before quickly retracting his hand and massaging the bite marks on his pointer with what was supposed to be aggravation. The tears and snot running down his face ruined the image.

Finally, through the constant ringing in his ears, Daniel could distinguish the sound of sirens. People shuffled around him and someone tried to get his attention, but their voice turned to mush in his ears. He threw one last look at his friends and reached towards Jay through the paramedics.

"Mnh nhghn Macarena mngh." (Bae, you need to play Macarena at my funeral!)

And with that, the world went black. Then white, then black again. Then he came upon himself, literally.

"They did a pretty good job with my body, you can't even tell that half of these are missing" He poked at one of his limbs, his translucent finger going right through it. There was no bone, just a metal rod kipping the arm in place.

Danny shuddered and retracted his hand as if he had been burned. No matter how many times he ended up as a ghost it never got less weird touching things. He shrugged and floated upwards, passing through the lid of the casket and angling his body so that he no longer felt like he was lying down. Gravity didn't apply to ghosts, so getting his body to sit straight was really tricky until you got the hang of it.

The venue was pretty packed, with people balling their eyes out. They were all dressed in black and looking at a picture of him smiling that had been propped on a stand near his casket. In the front row was his mother, at whose appearance he cringed.

It never got easier seeing her so utter;y devastated, but that was always the way it went when he died, his bigger body would vanish without a trace, and his smaller one would remain, lifeless. His eyes scanned over the other people at the venue trying to get the image of her dull eyes and sunken cheeks out of his mind.

Next to his mother was his beloved jay. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and wipe those tears that never stopped rolling down his exquisite face! Instead, he caressed his darling's cheek lovingly, making the boy shudder at the feeling of sudden coldness. He didn't dare linger, unable to bare the heartbreaking sight of his lover's grief.

If Daniel had been drinking he would have done a spit-take right then and there. (Was it disrespectful to spit at your own funeral?)

Nestled between a sobbing Crystal and a mostly-unbothered Kouji was Diego Kang himself, having a whispered conversation with an ashen-faced Gun. The latter must've taken the death of his masterpiece and the subsequent disappearance of Daniel's bigger self as quite the blow. 'He did waste a lot of time training me and seemed very eager to get taller me to be his...something, whatever that was...' the boy mused, making his way across from them and to the audio system. He didn't have time to ponder such things. He was a ghost on a mission.

Possessing humans was rather simple if tiring, but messing around with electronics had always been a favorite of his whenever he ended up as a wandering specter. The speakers, placed strategically in the four corners of the room, simultaneously crackled to life, startling the people in attendance, before:

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena, ay!

[ginwhitlock]

For the Sensory Asks, want to do 28 and 29 for Emmett and 69 for Jasper?

yes yes these are fun

Emmett’s a smell guy. That sounds weird I know but he is! I think it’s his greatest sense, his ears aren’t as sharp as Jasper’s, his eyes not as quick as Edward’s or Rose, he’s not as fast as half of them, but smell is his thing. He grew up surrounded by a wood burning stove, the scent of meat and starch wafting out of the house. He also grew up in the blood and dirt, less playing more fighting with his brothers and the men he did bad business with (he was a gambler and a drinker). But I think that’s all mush now, as an immortal blood is his everyday and dirt is a way of life. But the fresh scents— the breeze carrying wet laundry and the smell of lavender and honeysuckle, that’s his bad place. Sometimes it’s of the girl he killed, out there with her laundry line, sometimes it’s his sister, sitting in her casket older than he ever thought he’d see her, or the musk of a funeral home, all the guilty Cullens in audience, his stomach swirling in memory, not in physicality.

Jasper’s Hair!!! The topic. The Topic!!! Now I don’t think Jasper cares how it looks. Almost. Like I know for a good chunk of his veggie life Alice did it, slicking gel into each strand and then pushing it this way and that, as she does her own. But sometimes. Sometimes he doesn’t want to be touched in such a way. He can’t stand the stench of the gel and the way it sticks to his skin without washing out. So here’s his routine: wash it. Condition sometimes. Run hands through it. Dry. Run hands through it again. Run hands through it. Run run run run run. Get it wet. Run—

Send me a number!

[lowkeyclueless5137]

The Old Cathedral II

:v

Hooo booooiiiiii

There will be so much to unpack in here...

So let's get things in order before we roll.

What we will cover:

-Deadline information from Kalim

-More palace exploring

-Jamil's role

-finding out more about the black creature

These are surely sum interesting points...

Now onto the action!

Welp... The group immediately assembled once Kalim made it clear that they had a deadline. Jamil was also there, which brought more confusion to anyone.

First point was calming down Kalim. Which was easier than expected... Second, Kalim told them the whole story. Why Jamil was there and why there was now a deadline hanging around their necks.

Jamil saw them entering and exiting the palace. Kalim couldn't lie to him about it, but since Jamil had pictures, Kalim ordered to delete them. After that, it was more or so, the wierd eye app appearing on Kalim's phone and the 2 accidentally stumbled in mementos. It was a whole series of shenanigans before Kalim actually awakened a persona(Jamil said, with quite the detail, that he was horrified at the whole bloody face and fire). Later on, in shril survival need, Jamil also awakened.

But the 2 main points were:

1. Kalim and Jamil saw a black creature roaming in mementos. It was smaller and crawling around, but the 2 saw how it immediately obliterated a gigantic shadow, which prompted them to hide and run away from it.

2. When returned to their hotel room, the 2 found out that Kalim's mother, Mrs Asim, who was a widow for some years, was dating in secret none other than Taka Koizumi. Jamil spied on him and found out that the man will try to propose at the party on 5th of June as he was his mother's plus 1.

And damn, Epel sure blew immediately a casket. Like how dare this man?! It was the same case with Mrs Ashengrotto: he will stay with her until he can no longer milk money out of the family.

Kalim was panicked because he didn't want his mama to end up with a rotten man like that and Jamil was supporting him with this because neither did he want a superior like that from what Kalim told him about the man.

So now their deadline: 5th of June.

Epel immediately demanded that they should go on in the metaverse, but first, they had to tend to both school and babysitting duty. Malleus, Kalim, Jamil and Epel were the lucky mfs who were either homeschooled or just here for a trip.

So to cut off some time, Epel called over Malleus to help him out with his assignments. Kalim tagged along with Jamil since also Kalim needed to polish his Japanese while Jamil was just a natural talent at learning. Mrs Ashengrotto was a bit surprised to see that Epel made buddies, but she was happy for the boy and even served them homemade snacks for their study breaks. She did inform that she will be out for a few hours, so the 4 have food in the fridge and Azul also has keys to the apartment, so they don't need to bother about door knocking.

Once the woman was out of the hearing range, the 4 studied a bit more until Epel and Kalim's brains got fried and so, they took a break.

~~~~~~~~

Azul really only wanted to plop on his bed and snooze until the afternoon. It was a hard day at school, which made it far more reassuring to see the familiar apartment door of his home. He will just take a few minutes break before checking onto Epel's work and then get himself a nice relaxing bath. Just the thought of a warm bath and mushing in there until his fingers became wrinkly was a temptation Azul could bearly stand against.

*we can't possibly wait!*

Azul froze in his place, key millimeters away from entering in the hole. Epel was inside, talking with someone? Maybe he argued with their mother?

"if we want to steal the treasure... We need the others... The palace is quite big..." "But the treasure has to be in the tower... Can't we just... Climb it?" "It's not that simple... Most likely we would be spotted if we tried to climb it like a mountain..."

3 other voices, all talking in Japanese. Epel had someone over?

*Well... Maybe we can drive our way up and then use the roof as a launch to the tower?* Epel suggested. Azul frowned even more.

They were in the living room, which was directly connected with this door. And Epel understood perfectly fluent Japanese. Something wasn't adding up. And what about stealing? And a tower? Was it some intricate D&D session?

"Leader said they are out..." "Well... I believe we shall go..." *Hell yeah... Ready to beat that geezer's ass!*

So finally deciding to open the door, Azul entered over the group, taking a deep breath so he could ask what was going on.

But he found himself in a bush maze.

~~~~~~~~

While Azul was in the bush maze, our 4 guys were in the safe room, along the others from the group. Now Jamil, Kalim and Epel had to gain each a codename.

Jamil was now Sailor

Kalim was Gold

And Epel was Axe (Heart: how come he gets a badass weapon name too?!)

And they were absolutely ready to explore the palace. Going up more floors, they immediately cleared them at how many they were. Sailor's persona was a more balanced one, while Gold and Axe were going ham on damage dealing.

And so, they reached the top of the floors, only to realise that there was no more exit towards the tower. No door, no secret passage, not even a window they could use the grappling hook from.

Going up was useless! They wasted time over it in hopes they could reach the tower...

But, before they could come up with another plan, they heard screams and someone protesting. Looking down through the balcony to the ground floor, they could see the shadows of nuns dragging in someone.

It was Azul, who showed to have some incredible force as there were 4 nuns holding each of his arms as he tried to get out.

Knight and Axe immediately wanted to jump in, but Flame was the rational one who told them that the fall was too high to avoid getting down safely. They had to get down the stairs so they can avoid attracting too much attention.

But they were by far too late, as Azul was shackled on that little stage and the shadows kneeled down, starting a ceremony.

~~~~(Tw for blood)~~~~

The rattling of shackles made Azul more and more desperate to get free. The metal chains were heavy, holding his hands close to the ground as he was kneeled down. He couldn't get on his legs, the chain was too short. Fearfully looking, Azul came to turn around, seeing the gigantic stained window.

"Isn't it beautiful? Unfortunately... A monster like that couldn't have been tamed so easily..."

That voice... It sent Azul shivers as he immediately turned around to face the one who spoke.

Lavish clothing made out of fine silk. A quite Extravagant gold crown representing a halo. If those weren't meant to be a sign of luxury, Azul didn't know. Unfortunately, he knew all too well that face.

"You bastard!" He spat, trying to lunge at him, but Azul was met with failure as the chains kept him in place. "This is how you considered mother?!" He yelled again. "Why not... Your mother was such an angel... Almost a Saint if you will..." The man smiled as he came closer, grabbing Azul's chin with force.

"that beast unfortunately got the human form of you... And it must be exorcised at once!" The man declared with a serious tone before throwing Azul to the ground. "You shall be liberated of sin at once!" He declared.

A beast of sin... This is what we are...

Azul gasped like a fish for air, a headache coming over him as he groaned, struggling into the chains which rattled louder. He could hear someone screaming his name, numerous voices chanting in an aincent language and that man's cruel laughter.

If sin is what it takes to be truly liberated... Your sorrow might find it's aid soon...

Letting out a pained scream, Azul yanked upwards his hands, the chains finally breaking from their link to the floor as the white haired boy holded his hands up in the air over the silent room. Heavy breaths escaped his lips as tears fell in front of his knees.

I am thou...

"Thou art I..." Azul trailed, hands descending down to his face, which was lowered. His voice sounded wierd, almost as if 2 people were speaking instead of one. "If you want a monster to defeat..." He spoke again, the elderich voice echoing through the cathedral.

"THEN I'LL BE THE DEMON OF YOUR DAMNATION!"

SPLAT!

Azul holded onto something as he rose his head at an immense speed, hands dropping the now black mask on the floor, blood dripping off the boy's face as his lips turned into a maniacal smile, evolving into a laughter to match as something started to move from his back.

Blue flames ignited as a being rose from Azul's back, long Claws tearing into the ground before the being soared into the air, letting out a battle cry, leaving the boy to be eaten by the blue fire, which dissappeared once Azul rose his hands in a praying position, now wearing a new attire, his coat resembling long tentacles that flowed down the floor.

"get him, my Saint of Corruption." he whispered as the persona lunged down in an explosion that threw off everyone into the walls. Raising up, Azul smiled as he heard a soft crack behind him. Poking his right hand fingers, the persona reacted as well.

CRASH!

The gigantic window cracked all, shattering as the shards fell akin to a colorful rain of glass. Azul only spread his arms wide with that same devilish smile on his face.

"Come at me and see what this demon is made of!"

~~~~~~~~

It was the first time the palace ruler showed up. And unfortunately, he retreated just as quickly through a secret trapdoor, while the shadows cluttered the whole place. The thieves finally reached as well, helping out Azul as Draco was the one who took him bridal style after the low stamina kicked in, retreating to a safe room.

To say Azul was took aback by the whole story was an understatement. He did give Draco a look before focusing all his worry onto Epel, who did reassure that he was alright and that he wanted to steal this man's rotten desires.

After that, the group decided to go back to the real world. Azul found himself back in his home with Epel, Malleus, Kalim and Jamil, who initially were there for a study session. Malleus seemed to be a great tutor as Epel did improve a tiny bit in his Japanese, even if now they could understand him speaking in English as well, with or without prior knowledge of the language.

In the late afternoon, Riddle and Ortho were visited at Leblanc by Azul and Epel. While Epel and Ortho were messing around, Azul demanded to have a talk with Riddle.

And in there, Azul notes that he only wants to aid in this heist as his prize will be revenge. After that he doesn't want to tie himself more to this whole metaverse thing. Riddle accepted his terms with the condition of keeping confidentiality after that. With that out of the way, Azul confesses that he was blinded by rage in that moment, yet still, he could clearly recall that someone was speaking to him before his persona.

Azul said that when he looked around, he saw them coming, but a few floors above, he saw a figure covered in all black, blurred a bit by smoke. It felt like that figure was the one talking to him before the persona. Riddle asked what it told him, but Azul said that he couldn't remember.

But even so, after that, Trey and Che'nya visited! And ofc Riddle had to spare sum time for them. (in the back Ortho and Epel probably egg on each other to eat raw coffee beans).

Che'nya points out that Riddle seemed very changed now that he moved to Shujin. The redhead does ask if by chance he was missing the old strict Riddle. This makes Trey to raise a brow since 'when was Riddle teasing someone?'. Riddle seemed as if he was on a thin rope, every little thing gaining his attention or making him to flinch, which was a bit of a difference from his main, relaxed tone.

So after leaving Leblanc with Che'nya, Trey voices his worry that Riddle might have gotten himself in some trouble. Che'nya brushes it off, saying that it's impossible since it's Riddle! Man won't leave the house if he wasn't told he's allowed. Che'nya quotes a western movie he saw, saying that 'it's more likely for pigs to fly'.

He then asks Trey if by chance, he doesn't trust Riddle anymore. Trey does try to defend himself, saying that he was just worried for him, because he was, after all, in a new place and it didn't look like Riddle was fully blended in. Che'nya just brushes him off, telling him that he trusts Riddle. Riddle is their friend! He wouldn't lie to them if something was amiss.

Trey still doesn't brush off his worries, but he does give Che'nya a bit of acknowledgement. Yeah, Riddle wouldn't lie to them... Right?

Meanwhile, Riddle planning the cathedral heist with the others. And still having a crisis about breaking rules. Yusuke is there with some warm tea and cookies. :'3

Speaking of Yusuke, he was sleeping on the couch in the attic this night. Futaba nagged him for getting again paint on the carpet. x'3

Yusuke did know a few things about how it's that culture shock due to being raised a certain way. While not really as strict as Mrs Rosehearts raised Riddle, but Madarame was after all, a rotten man, of course there were some rules Yusuke had to follow then. And sometimes they still haunt him up to this day.

And when brought up about Madarame, Riddle knew about the case. He didn't bring it up, but he figured that the og Phanthom thieves must've taken down then Madarame's palace.

He wondered about a possibility, but decided against it. He knew better than to ask about every small thing.

Instead, Riddle asked Yusuke how exactly did Futaba and his father met. Yusuke says that it was in a dire moment. Futaba was pregnant with Ortho at that time, but they visited a lot of doctors who said that the baby couldn't survive, since it was way too weak, even if they took the same cautions as with Idia, who had no problem being brought to the world. They couldn't really tell little Idia, who was just 2 years old and so eager to have a little sibling.

But then, Mr Rosehearts showed up. He was running around since it was hectic at the hospital and he had to book his flight for the next month to London. At that time, Yusuke was covering for Futaba at Leblanc, when she called to say that her water broke. It was a chaotic day. He still vividly remembers that he yelled at the phone so loud that poor Mr Rosehearts spit the coffee on him. He tried to offer his help as he was a doctor, coming with the coffee stained Yusuke to their house. After that, Futaba told him he fainted on the couch, so Futaba birthed Ortho on the coffee table. Poor Idia was told to hold his dad's hand and don't look, but in the end, Ortho was brought to the world and rushed to the hospital.

Riddle was a bit shook at that, especially since Yusuke said that for all the effort, Mr Rosehearts still apologized for spitting a whole cup of coffee on Yusuke. He was the one who helped out bringing Ortho to a healthy child. After that, he became a close family friend. Although he rarely had time for himself, let alone other people.

Yusuke would describe Mr Rosehearts as 'way too kind for his own good'.

For a moment, the 2 didn't really have anything to discuss on more, until Yusuke spotted Riddle's notebooks. They were full of notes and whatsoever. Yusuke is impressed by the boy's calligraphy, since it looked like Riddle wrote very fast.

Then he stumbles upon some biology sketch. Riddle explains that since his mother expects of him to become a doctor, he had to know how to visualise and identify such things as organs and human body.

And Yusuke gives his own side of critique, saying that a side of the sketch was a both rough or if he wanted to make a difference in between muscle and fat, to make them stand out, he should glide the crayon in a different pattern.

And all night, the two drift into the various sides of drawing. Riddle looked genuinely interested and Yusuke was more than happy to show him how he could have his sketches more accurate. He was knowledgeable about anatomy after all and he was more than happy to share information and help out someone to shape their drawing skills.

In the end, Riddle wanted to learn more about anatomy and how he could portray it more realistically and Yusuke was more than happy to show him. They kind of hype each other... :'3

The next day, Trey visits in the morning. He said he was in the zone and also offered to walk Riddle and Ortho to Shujin, since it was on his way to his own school.

At the train station, the 3 happened to bump into Jade. Apparently nor Akira or Haru could drop to school the twins, so the 2 had to take the train, much like Riddle, Ortho and Trey.

And ya know... Those Okumura/Kurusu genes are truly smth, since it was obvious Jade had the looks meant to make heads turn. Add the fact that he is TALL, easily standing out in the crowd.

Riddle introduces Jade as his classmate. And boi did Trey turn awkward. He tried to say something but it was all in between the lines of 'your eyes look like grapes'. Ortho cringed so hard he refused to look at Trey. Riddle just got himself drowned in a book he borrowed from the library.

Jade tho? He found it amusing.

After Trey left them at Shujin, Jade mentions how he looks like a pelicular guy... Riddle tells him 'pls don't toy with his heart' getting Jade to play the 'I don't know what you're talking about' and innocent eyes. Ortho just knows this will go down horrendously.

After school tho, the group reassembled at the park near the courthouse. Azul picked up Epel from home and Malleus just came on his own along Kalim and Jamil. Vil had a photoshoot, Rook was God knows where and Jade was in the aera.

Knowingly to them, Trey was spying. He got busted by Jack and Jade immediately got them into a conversation, drifting them away as the others left for the metaverse.

At the Cathedral, Azul was assigned a codename. Knight really wanted to name him takoyaki or octopi, but before he could bring up why, Azul shut him up. They settled on kraken, since Azul was seen by the palace ruler as a powerful kraken that had yet to be defeated.

Now, instead of going up, the group goes down, through the secret door they saw last time in here. That door lead them to the dungeons of the cathedral. Dark stoney walls and arcades. Money bills from different countries were scattered on the floor, predominantly yens. The doors were wooden, having on them the symbol of yen as well.

Their first noticeable constable was a room made out of mirrors, but the floor was all deep water. A lever was all the way down under the water, bur the door was way too far to be swimming in your own. Rose didn't know to swim, much like Heart and Gold. Axe, Spade, Draco, Sailor and Flame said that they were decent. Knight said that he, his brother and Kraken were quite good at this. Mona was a no-no with water... So they had that...

That's when Draco noted how the mirrors all have a wooden back. Perhaps they could use the wooden backs as makeshift boats.

So taking out a few of them, everyone split up in groups of 2, using their long weapons to sail to the other part. Mona was additional in one group.

But the door was locked. With no other option, Knight offered to dive in and get the lever. This is what opened the door and had them proceed.

Unfortunately as they progressed, it was clear that they had to sail more and more as they passed around.

It was a sign that they went deeper and deeper underground.

And right now, a few of the passages to the surface had them get out in already different parts of the cathedral they already explored.

If only they had a Navi who could actually scan the place. :'3

So they had to call it off for today and see what exactly they could do to pinpoint where the tower entrance was without sailing aimlessly in the dungeons and fighting shadows that lurked in the water. It took too much time and stamina as they didn't have the high ground.

Riddle still had to take things from Jade regarding the Trey and Jack distraction.

But in the late afternoon, the group had a meeting at Leblanc. It was clear that without someone able to scan the place like oracle or at least sense danger like siren, they wouldn't meet the deadline. Ortho suggests that maybe they should make their own way to the tower, without the dungeons, but Azul cuts him off that it's more likely for the shadows to 'clean' everywhere in between their visits.

Unbeknownst to them, someone listened in.

Ortho got a text from Leona, saying that since today cheeka wasn't free, neither he was tomorrow. Ortho wasn't having anymore need as he already got the sum he needed, but still going for some extra pocket money never hurt anyone... Right?

The next day tho, once going in the metaverse, Mona did say that he smelled something foul in the air. And Heart did say that he had the feeling of something watching them.

Their worries were proven when they heard a bird sound, akin to some sort of eagle battle cry, yet far more delicate and melodic.

And a bird landed on flame's head. The thief immediately tried to get it off, but it would put itself again on his head the second he stopped flapping his arms around. It didn't want to leave Flame alone, so the others agreed to keep the bird. Wierdly enough, once the agreement was made, the bird stopped perching on Flame's head and flew above them or sometimes staying on Flame.

And the bird proved to be far more useful than anticipated, as it helped them navigate the dungeons, reaching finally a ground tunnel with many doors.

~~~~(Tw for gore)~~~~

The bird let out a chirp as it flapped it's greyish wings. Leaving Flame's head. The tunnel was lit by small torches. "I think the birdie wants to the end of the tunnel." Heart mumbled. "So far... It was nothing but a guiding light for us..." Draco mused. "What is the call, Rose?" Kraken asked.

"We follow it..." Rose mused, getting a faster pace as the group's steps were faith on the lone Hall.

Yet as the bird reached the end of the hall, it seemed to stop as it got into a more darker, unlit corner, chirping.

CLANK! SPLAT!

Something was thrown out of the said corner, towards the group. Spade and Axe immediately pulled their melee weapons, pointing them at the said object. It was an amour piece.

Except there was a hand in there. A shadow's hand as it moved a bit, oozing with black substance. Everyone backed away one step, breaths hitched as their gazes were only on that lone part as it sizzled and dissolved.

Pop pop...

A popping sound, akin to someone licking their fingers of cake frosting, was heard. Something stepped out of the darkness, holding something akin to a bat, on their supposed to be shoulder, the bird that guided the group resting.

It was the black creature...

Long dark Claws, dirty with dripping shadow matter clenched onto the said wooden object as the creature halted in front of a door. It was silence, the group of thieves having their weapons out and ready for any movement.

FWOSH!

Immediately the thick smoke engulfed the whole wall at an immense speed, putting out all the torches. "DAMMIT!" Heart cried out.

"Persona!" Rose demanded as he summoned a persona, using a fire attack to hit a nearby torch.

Silence...

The hall was empty now, excusing the pile of thieves who punched into each other, squeezing together. "I-is it gone?!" gold whispered.

Draco was the more courageous soul who approached the dark corner with a torch, getting the light to vanquish the misterious coroner's mistery.

Armour... Pieces of thorn clothes and armour, in a pile pushed in the corner.

"It seems... Like this creature... Has not just an affiliation to personas..."

~~~~~~~~

With that, the group hastily returned to the real world, the new information sinking in.

And despite their skepticism, they decided to put the palace mission on hold for a moment.

BAM BAM BAM!

*epic drumroll*

This is a mess✨

So I'll let y'all ponder over this :3

Until next time! Buh bye!

[efe-vegas]

About death

I never understood why people wanted to bury their loved ones in wooden, polished caskets. There, they rot, slowly, sunken in soil but abandoned from light. Eventually they are digested, nature has its ways to crack open the impermeable shell of a casket door, and shared back into life.

The casket, serving an aesthetic of respect and permanence, tries to prevent the thought: them, lying in the soil, decomposed, degraded by the surrounding organism. And even at that, it might have done a bad job.

To most of us, a human is a monolith, an identity with values, experiences, relations, occasionally stricken to its core. To think of her, flesh torn apart, turnt into a mush, continuing to breathe in a million worms and fungi and bacteria… She used to have morals once.

Now she surrounds us, she came from the mothership and returned exactly there. She, born from a million other deaths, rose to a singleton for a good 75 years, living as a leaf in the branches of the most fruitful tree. And neighbors, who looked so distant and different, high and above, stemmed a million branches away, born from the same root, and fallen into the same soil.

Once, we won’t know it then, we will again breath in the same tree. Just like now, when we are those who lived centuries before us, carrying the grieved lover and the late wife in the same arm, same leg.

[whiskeynovember]

went to Lowes to do an exchange and of course they were assholes to me because i KNEW they would be as soon as I was called up to the counter.

out of the 4 plants, 3 turned to mush and one is not even a stem. i had repotted it with a mix of my own soil, so to return it, i brought back the empty cup, label, and receipt and had a picture of the mush plant and they wouldn't take it. said they needed something inside the cup.

I'm like... dirt? 🤔 you need dirt? because there's no more plant. but i have proof of the mush. i have a photo. they're like WE were advised not to take back empty cups. looking at a photo will do no good because we need SOMETHING in the cup. I'm like... the refund policy says i need the item and the receipt. the item is dead. i brought you the casket.

she said she needed dirt. i said, "so if i go outside and out dirt in it, you'll take it? she smirked and said "yeah." i went outside and threw in some dirt. she saw me coming in and ran to the back. the other lady said she couldn't take it because she knew i went outside and got the dirt. i said... so you want my personal dirt in the cup? i just want a freaking exchange for a live plant. that's all.

i was shaking because... i knew even before i walked up to the counter that they were going to be rude and give me a hard time. like... the person they were helping in front of me, they were so nice to. and when i walked up it was an IMMEDIATELY change...

maybe it's my fault. i try so stupid hard to be accommodating and understanding and friendly because i already have 2 strikes against me. and, i mean, if there was a dead stem or something, i could see that... but the plant turned. to. MUSH.

anyway, i got my refund. then they wanted to say "next time..." and i smiled and said "no, don't worry, it won't be a next time. you've sucked the plant buying joy right out of me. thank you, though! have a great day!". ... i fucking cried in the car. 😂

[hmshermitcraft]

Pt. 2 of historical hermits being called “Just friends”

Hermiton herald

Breaking news:

The caskets of two well known founders have been found, leading to historians asking many questions:

The caskets of both Sir Ren the Dog and Doctor Macmillan the 7th have been found under a historical landmark of a van the two close friends shared together, along with the casket of an unknown man, which DNA testing has shown to be the body of RenBob, a close relative to Sir Ren. Found on their bodies were matching rings and photographs that indicate a connection more than friendship. Along with this, letters depicting the events of affairs between the two, who had never taken lovers of the opposite sex, have been discovered, hidden by direct relatives of theirs because of the lack of acceptance at that time. Those letters were forgotten about but we hope this news will be taken well, as times have changed. We interviewed the last living Hermit about these matters, and here is what he had to say.

Reporter: We’ve found evidence that two close friends of yours, Ren and Doc, may have been dating. What is your opinion on these matters?

Mumbo: Us hermits always knew, and they were legally married. It was only after most of the remaining hermits died that homphobia was pushed on to the newer generations. None of the original hermits would’ve stood for this. We were all very accepting of them. Hell, I had two husbands of my own. I don’t believe any of the hermits were Cisgender or Straight. Most of us were polyamorous and slept around with the others. You only found theirs because they didn’t try to hide it. They were brave. You only idolize us because you’ve been trained to think that anyone in a position of power mush have conformed to roles forced upon us. You know nothing about us so you make up what you want.

Reporter, now in shock: So, you had two husbands and never bothered to confide in the press?

Mumbo: Of course not, why would I? It is none of your business and the press is full of nonsense gossips who make up stuff half of the time. I’m ending the interview now, I will disclose later information when I see fit.

Reporter: Good day Sir.

Mumbo: I wish I could say the same.

-✨(Aka forgot to tag the original)

Well now I’m invested. Who was responsible for the straightwashing of the hermits?