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spasmsofthought · 1 year ago

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swept away (sally x poseidon)

My take on a first meeting. I was watching a youtube edit of them and an idea popped into my head.

I finished watching season 1 pf PJO on Disney+ a few days ago, and the show has given me some thoughts. (I'm a book series girl first though FYI).

Anyway, I wrote this all at once, so please excuse any spelling or grammar errors. This is also not beta'd.

I welcome conversation and constructive criticism, but please be kind (like our dear Sally).

Enjoy! xo

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She meets him the first time as it's raining on the beach.

There's nothing necessarily special about Montauk for her. Sure, one could rave about the fishing prospects or enjoy time at one of the state parks. She just goes to get away.

There's been a storm brewing over the Atlantic the past few days, all dark clouds and rumbling thunder) but it's decided to make landfall today. She plans to stay in and make the best of the situation.

Sally is 23 and has her whole life ahead of her (that's what her friends say, anyway). She could go anywhere, do anything. She could be anyone. (But with no high school diploma, is that really true?)

Sally just wants to be loved.

The figure standing near the shore's edge tears her out of her reverie. From far away, it looks like he's decided this is the perfect time to go ocean fishing. Anger almost overrides her concern. The waves are cresting much higher than they were this morning, and the rain has turned into a torrential downpour.

She pulls on her rain coat and boots and decides to brave the storm. It feels like an eternity before she reaches even close to where he is. And suddenly he's not holding a fishing road like he thought, he's holding a trident.

"Hey!" She shouts over the sound of the ocean and rain. He ignores her.

"Hey! It's dangerous out here." He turns and glances at her, and then does a double-take when he realizes she's talking to him. "Yeah, I'm talking to you."

"I'll be alright. Thank you." There's a slight accent to his words that makes him sound older than he looks. He can't be more than a few years older than her now though, she hypothesizes.

"Really," She points to the small hill where the wooden structure of a house stands. "My cabin is just there. You can wait out the storm with me. It would be much safer than standing by these open waters. I wouldn't want you to get swept away."

"Don't worry. You really shouldn't care about what happens to me--"

"What?" Sally is bewildered beyond comprehension. The hood of her rain jacket comes down, a gust of wind blown against her face, as he gazes at her. His eyes are like sea glass, she thinks. And he's holding a trident. "Of course I care about what happens to you."

An echo of silence resounds that not even the waves or wind can swallow.

"Come with me," She says. Her hair is soaked now because of the rain, but he knows he's never seen anything more beautiful.

"Alright."

#percy series #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #sally jackson #poseidon #sally x poseidon #percy jackson fic rec #percy pjo #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #percyjackson

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 2 years ago

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I'm choosing tragedy today. Can I have Yandere allies with a darling that's pregnant ( by them ). She's been trying her best to make it work with them ( but the Yanderes can tell that it's not out of love, it's out of the fact that they'll be having a kid soon ), but it's very hard for her. Soon the stress of being kidnapped and forced to do things against your will caught up to the darling. It caused her to miscarriage. They can remember that dreeded day. The darling was streaming, yelling at that it was all their fault and they had killed their baby with their sick fantasy. From that day on, the darling grew cold and bitter towards them. It's gotten to the point they hardly ( if at all!!! ) considers their existence, and it seems that they'll never let up. I need something very angst-y and depressing please.

FYI: This one is heavy. It took me almost a year to write for this one and I wanted to do it justice. So, I hope it was worth the wait.

Night’s freezing rain beat like a lover’s wounded heart against the old roof. The gentle, constant thrum mixed with the squeak of an old glider were the only sounds that filled the dark nursery.

(Y/N)’s unsteady rocking matched the wet, glazed look in her (E/C) eyes as the empty, white cradle hypnotized her.

Its somber whispers coiled around her. Reminding her of what she had lost, and what could never be. Her damaged fingernails cracked as she dug into the stained wood as the dark thoughts continued. How HE had taken the one drop of pure sunlight that had appeared in months.

A shrill creak accompanied by a harsh beam of white light broke the tormentor’s fantasy. (Y/N) didn’t react, only gliding in the cushioned chair.

Softly, he called her name. A gentle plea for her attention, reaction, anything to prove that his beloved was still alive.

The repetition of her name and pet names grew as his thunderous, slow steps grew closer. Her own frustration bubbled up in the form of dark tears. A low dog-like growl grew from her throat the closer he came.

When his hand touched the chair, stopping the sway. (Y/N) snapped.

“GET OUT!” She stood, barring her teeth. “You have no right to mourn for what you killed! For what you’ve taken from me!”

Wailing, (Y/N) continued her verbal gnashing. Letting the disgusting flood waters flow from the haunted swamp it had been trapped in.

As the tears began to shutter like the slow change of the tide, (Y/N) laid one more verbal sting. “I never loved you.” She laughed hysterically. “The only thing you were good for was being a sperm donor!”

America: The black, leather gloves wrinkled harshly against Allen’s fists. His teeth clicked as he ground them like metal gears forced to a sudden stop.

“I’m” His hand tightened on the glider.” tired of your shit!” The chair clattered and splintered as the force of the push caused it to become embedded in the nursery wall.

Gasping, (Y/N) attempted to stagger back yet Allen followed, offering her no relief. Closing the gap until they were only a hair apart. His finger bruised her breast as he jabbed into the supple flesh.

“He” Allen’s voice wavered as tears pricked his eyes like pins. “Was my son too, and for a time we were happy. You accepted me as your husband. And we WILL be happy again.”

Allen backed up; his flushed face paired with pained tears. “Just give me more time.”

Canada: Matt was silent and stiff as the words reverberated off the nursery walls like a mortuary bell.

(Y/N) watched as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to the point that the bandages around his chest strained to hold the powerful muscles back. He spoke with the exhale; frustration leaking into his tone like a cracked dam ready to burst.

“I understand your hurtin, Maple. But there ain’t any reason to take it out on me.”

Guffawing in shock, (Y/N) could only gasp before she began to spit her venom like a spited Sahara serpent. Numbering her woes like the course, grains of sand in a blood-red desert. Hissing as she described how each moment of forced obedience was as if he stroked her thin skin with a Cholla cactus, leaving slivers of spines and ruby rivers in its wake.

“ENOUGH!”

His roar shook the room, ceramic figurines tinkled as they rattled, and books shifted on shelves as (Y/N) was silenced mid-word.

Still, as the nursery statues, (Y/N) remained frozen as Matt stalked closer. Their eyes locked as predator and prey.

Matt’s heavy breathing fanned her paling face. Whispering, “Enough”. Scarred hands cupped (Y/N)’s face, leading her closer to him. Foreheads softly bumped as they touched. “I get it, Maple. It hurts, and that pain will never go away. But I will remain, even as you fight me, to ease that pain.”

France: (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she slapped a hand against her (L/C) lips. She whimpered like a scared child at the realization of her grave mistake.

She had dared to insult her tormentor. The man that claimed love, but instead showed obsession. A man that privately destroyed anyone that dared to injure his pride.

When François sighed, (Y/N) flinched. Muscles tense for pain and punishment, but he made no move to her. Instead, the frumpy Frenchman reached into his back pocket, seeming not affected by his wife's sharp insults.

He shuffled for a moment before revealing a box of blue and white box Gauloises cigarettes and a simple, black, Zippos lighter. With a quick flick and click, François lit the cancer stick and lifted it to his lips. Taking a long, slow drag before letting the smoke blow like a dragon’s fire.

“Cher,” His voice rumbled like a car driving on gravel. “Are you done?”

“No-o. I’ll never be done.” (Y/N) choked on her whimpers as she backed up shakily. “I’ll always hate you.”

Another sigh from François, this one heavier like a man tired of fighting an uphill battle as he made his way to her glider. The chair creaked as his weight fully settled into it.

The calloused hand with the lit cigarette was outstretched. Inviting her into his lap. (Y/N) didn’t move, only shaking further as she pushed herself against the bars of the white cradle.

“Come, to me Cher. Let’s dream of what our life could have been had our bébé remained with us.” His hand remained out, fingers and palm relaxed further. “And when you are ready, we can try again, but we will never forget our first.”

England: As her final syllable echoed off the pastel, nursery walls, Oliver's look of shock slowly morphed into something more sinister. His cool, blue eyes darkened into the pink slits of an angered Cheshire cat, while his lips rose to show off the large, sharp canines that looked ready to paint themselves with her blood.

“Now, Poppet.” He purred tightly. “Let’s not ruin tonight by acting like the last few months haven’t been wonderful. After all.” His smile sharpened. “I have quite the surprise in store.”

(Y/N) scoffed challengingly as she looked away. Her wet eyes burned holes in the white carpet as she dropped her voice down to a choked whisper. “We weren’t happy. It was a lie to keep my child safe. And now they're gone.”

Oliver’s hardened stare softened. “Not quite dearest.”

As the pastel-dressed man stepped to the left. he revealed a small child standing in the doorway. The light from the hall creating a small halo around their head. The fluffy hair on top of his little head appeared to be made of the softest strawberry-blond silk that curled at the top of his ears. His pale, freckled face was flushed red as his (E/C) eyes bubbled with unshed tears.

(Y/N) noticed that his lips trembled as his tiny hands nervously tugged at the corduroy overalls. Never looked at her, but at the floor, as he slowly shuffled away from their captor.

“Oliver, where did you get this child?”

The questioned man smiled. Though, this one was different from the tight one given moments before. This one was still large, but genuine, warm like the end of a summer day. Somehow that sent a chill colder than the winds of hell down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Poppet, don’t you recognize our son?”

Russia: As (Y/N)’s shout turned to silence; she sneered at her captor. Arms crossed and teeth bared like a starving dog in a fighting ring ready to resist any punishment Viktor would lay.

Instead of the monotone lecture and bruising grasp of his bare hands, Viktor was silent and still. His frown was slight, but his eyes told a silent tragedy. His dull crimson irises appeared darker than normal, almost lifeless by the heavy, purple bags that hung underneath them. His brown hair was unkept rather than the neat sweep of its usual style.

“Милый,” He rumbled with a deep sigh, “I, understand that I am at fault. I caused you too much stress.” Viktor moved closer to (Y/N), his heavy winter boots sinking into the plush carpet with each step. “Destroyed your health to the point your body could no longer maintain our child.”

On Viktor went, rattling off minor inconveniences as if they were deadly poisons that lead to the death of their child. Each one sent (Y/N) further back until her back smacked against the wall. Her cold hands clawed against the painted material searching for something to put between her and the mad beast.

A loud slam against the wooden wall resonated through the room as Viktor placed his hands against the wall. (Y/N) froze, trapped by the large arms of her ‘husband’. Their eyes were locked, red ones full of grief and stress while the (E/C) eyes contained only fear.

His whispers of atonement only increased her fear. Killed her belief that she would ever be free.

China: (Y/N) watched Jin’s eyes shut as he took a deep breath. Then another, his hands curling into tight fists before releasing in time with his breathing.

Like the slow ticking on a clock before a big event, his breathing eventually steadied. His red eyes opened like the heavy, iron gates of castles in eras past.

The tranquil rose-red garden that once lay within his eyes was no more. Withered and greyed flowers were what now remained inside. Almost like the weight of loss had begun to reveal Jin’s true age.

“I know, but will you still join me at her memorial?”

"Memorial?"

"Yes, Qin. Though she never made it to this plane." Jin's breath shuttered as he held back tears. "She still deserved to be honored as if she did."

He held out his hand toward her. A broken smile on his lips as he silently urged her to take his hand. To begin the process of healing.

Quietly, (Y/N) opened her mouth. No sound left her, not even the squeak of a syllable. She shook her head, licking her lips as she lifted her hand. Hesitantly placing it into his.

"Ok."

#2p canada #2p china #2p russia #2p england #2p hetalia #2p america #2p france #2p allies #2p yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere

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that-one-i-think · 10 months ago

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Part 2 of Forge MCD lore, this time I think I will be focusing on the culture of the Tu'la Desert of Havas. (FYI Havas is like, the only listed place in Tu'la)

So established previously, children in this region of Tu'la are viewed as precious, and any form of harming a child can result in the assaulter quickly becoming the assaulted. It is a desert, so life is precious whether is is a child, pup, kitten, or piglet (piglens).

In Havas, the number 5 is incredibly important, with there (normally) being 5 fingers on a hand, 4 limbs and a head on a body, and 4 direction with 1 where you are. So integers of 5 in birthdays is also important.

At 5, children get their first piece of jewelry. At 10, they start training with their families, be it crafts, forging, buissness, magic or weaponry. At 15 they can leave home to travel to other tribes by themselves and at 20 they are considered fully grown and able start their own lives.

These ages are not static, though, with some starting training much earlier, but magic and guard training must wait until they are 10, for it involves a high amount of physical and emotional control. There aren't many magic users in Havas so training for it is very limited as well.

In regards to the traveling, normally the teens will travel with people their own age and stay with various family members and associates in the various cities, villages and tribes. Sometimes, there will even be groups of werewolves, mei'fwa, and humans sharing a single in room all piled on top of each other. Humans have been known to overheat in the cuddle pile of death.

Inns will give reduced prices or have moments of "Oh, I was tipped well today, you don’t have to pay.". Traveling is essentially you and your friends going on a coming of age road trip with occasional stops at home. This event is called "The Roaming Years" and it is discouraged for the families of these teens to force their children to work though the teens are encouraged to keep up their training.

Now, time for holidays!

"The Roaming Rain" - This is a holiday where the teens who are on their roam return to their families for the first rain of the year. It is celebrated with large meals and everyone sharing stories. Customary for children and teens to play in the rain and if at least one of them don't end up sick, it is considered a failure.

"The Rise of The New Festival" - This is considered the new year festival. It involves a lot of trading and bartering, with people bringing trading old things for new as a symbol of the new year.

"Beginning Blaze" - This is a major bonfire that is had before the summer begins. It is a time spent with family for comfort, prayer, and food as everyone prays for the summer to be easy. It is a desert, after all. At the end of the night, they set a large bonfire and dance, play music, and stories.

"The Festival of Fall" - This is the festival after the summer has ended and out of all of the holidays, it is the most fun. Pranks are played, and there are dances, costume contests, music, and even some plays in certain villages. In the town where the current family resides, a member of the family will dress in a boar mask and do tricks with fire, the ones with the ability to go into their piglin form will even light themselves ablaze as they have fire immunity.

#aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #aphmau mcd #mcd #minecraft diaries #oc #mcd oc forge

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kellycataclysm · 9 months ago

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I'm 30 chapters deep in the words we never say and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i basically read the whole thing within 3 days and now I'll hold on to these last 2 chapters like my life depends on it (I'm lying. I'll probably be done with it today)

You made it that far! I was surprised to see this as your last comment came in around chapter 20 or so! So now I have to know... did you read the last two or are you saving them for a rainy day. (Just FYI it is raining where I live, just in case!) What did you think of the most recent chapters? Curious, but also anxious, and also... thank you so much for reading. I can't even. All my words are gone.

#sdv harvey #stardew valley #stardew harvey #stardew valley harvey #sdv #harvey sdv #harvey stardew valley #sdv farmer #stardew farmer #stardew stardust #stardew lyra #lyra and harvey #stardust and harvey

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jackalope-kin-hotline · 9 days ago

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Hii, it's good to see another teen titans kin around!! (I'm kin w/ Robin fyi, though that's not who I'm asking for today lol)

I was wondering if I could get name suggestions for a facet in my system? Ey use ey/em and he/him pronouns, and have to do with things like the sky, clouds, rain and thunderstorms, fresh fruit and citrus, the season of summer, and the colours cyan/blue and orange. Ey're also songkin of Listerine and Hot Rod, both off of the album Fuzzybrain by Dayglow.

Thank you so much if you're able to do this!! I love your blog, I'll likely be back in the future ^^

Hey there, Robin! Sorry about the wait, your request is in the queue!

#ask #talking #accepted #not kin help #not kin care

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mcalhenwrites · 3 months ago

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Oct 14: Umbrellas

[Used an alternative prompt for today, and this is from Seasons with Bee and El - and borrows the presence of a short story I wrote years ago, called Umbrella Spider. Just fyi I didn't edit this at all, I just typed it up this past half hour lmao]

I have always had a fondness for monster stories, and Bee loves spiders, so I chose a a book we could both enjoy. It’s called Umbrella Spider, and it about a giant spider whose legs are the handle of umbrellas and have them at the knees so that people can hide beneath them in the rain.

The story is causing Bee a lot of distress, however.

“Why would they rip off his legs?” He’s sobbing as he clings to my side. “That’s so mean!”

“They wanted an umbrella more than they cared about the spider.”

My explanation doesn’t console him.

“Let’s keep reading. It must have a happy ending.”

We don’t reach that part. As soon as the centipede shows up to steal Reuben’s legs, Bee panics.

“Don’t read anymore, El! You can’t!” He’s practically screaming in my bedroom now, and while Father isn’t home, Daddy might still hear him from the kitchen downstairs. I’ll be in big trouble if they find out I read material that upsets Bee, especially when I know he’s at an age where he’s sensitive to monsters.

(But he’s been at that age for decades…)

I shut the book and put it on my nightstand to finish in my own time. I suspect the themes might be more complex than my five-year-old brother’s brain can handle.

“No more,” I promise Bee, hugging him. “You’re safe.”

“I like centipedes, but not that one.”

“I bet Reuben talks to him, and they build enough legs together to help both of them.” I have no idea if that’s true, but it sounds like a good ending to satisfy Bee. “Sometimes people do mean things to one another when they’re sad, but when they find a solution, they can become friends.”

That manages to calm him down to mere sniffling. Good. I might avert a crisis, at least until bedtime, and if tell Bee to sleep in my room a couple of nights, he’ll be safe. There won’t be an incident where my fathers wonder what got into his head to make him too afraid to settle down. He’ll have me, the brother who protects his little siblings.

“Our umbrellas aren’t made from spider legs, are they?” asks Bee innocently, his watery eyes peering widely up at me.

“No, no of course not. Our are made from wood and wire and cloth. I promise. There’s no such thing as a spider with umbrellas for legs.”

Bee nods solemnly. “Good. I couldn’t use an umbrella anymore if it came from a spider. Or a centipede, even mean ones.”

“No, no I suppose that wouldn’t be nice.” I hide my amused smile from him by pulling him close again. “I couldn’t touch an umbrella if they were made from spider parts.”

“Spiders creep you out!”

“That’s right. But I do use umbrellas, don’t I?”

Bee hums, pleased with my answer. “Okay, I believe you, El.”

I hold in a chuckle, because I don’t want him to think I’m mocking him. I’m suddenly grateful for aversion to insects, spiders, and worms. If it has more than four legs and less than one, I don’t want anything to do with it.

Bee quickly calms down, and we fetch one of his favorite books that I’ve read to him at least a thousand times over three different well-loved copies to help him forget about the Umbrella Spider.

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asyastudieskorean · 1 year ago

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9/20/2023 — Hello, studying world. Today I start my journey of learning Korean with my first university Korean class (online). We didn't have any work on the first day, so all I did was read the syllabus (the most basic, non-informative syllabus I've ever read, ha), set up my new desk space, and updated my student bio on Canvas. I haven't been a college student for about 3 years, so it felt like I accomplished a lot. When the readings and assignments start coming in, I'm sure reality will hit.

I've always wanted to learn Korean, and my goal is to reach a near-fluent level, but I know it'll be hard, especially with my full-time work priorities. Eventually, being able to teach and work in translation is my goal. FYI, Chinese, Thai, and Japanese are on my list, too, but I'll be realistic and focus on one language for the foreseeable future.

Last week, as it so happens, I had to move from my family and childhood home, and I am lacking in the positivity department rn, so I think having a place to chronicle my studies and the progress I make will be good for me. I tend to start a new blog on here when I'm having a hard time, and it helps.

So, the plan is to take two full academic years of Korean (that's 3 quarters per year at my university). That's just how much Korean the school offers. I graduated in 2020 from this same university with a BA in English with a focus on professional and creative writing, and I really enjoyed the overall experience studying here.

I spent a whole lot of time obsessing over grammar, reading new and old literature, trying to understand poetry, and just enjoying the inner peace I felt when writing fiction. It was maybe my most happy time because I had no other real responsibilities or worries besides school. All I did was read and write.

Anyhow, fast forward to now, after pondering different language learning options (which are limited in my area), I decided to take my Korean classes at the university level because the classes will show up on my official university transcripts, and I imagine that will be best when I apply for future Korean-related jobs. I am also hoping that by taking university-level language classes, they will have some sort of superior level of... intensity? accuracy? efficiency? Something like that. Granted, this route isn't the best for my finances, as there is no aid for non-matriculated post-grads, and the cost of a single class is quite ridiculous. But alas, here I am, with an empty wallet and hope in my eyes.

Upon reading the syllabus today, which could basically be summarized as "TBD," I realized the textbook I bought, the textbook I waited over a week for, the one listed on the online course materials list, is, in fact, not the correct textbook.

And, icing on the bitter cake, the correct textbook appears to be a rare Pokémon that isn't available anywhere except the dark corners of eBay, where shipping will take at least 2 weeks. Like how did other students get this? Did they order it two months in advance? Meanwhile, I have my first assignments and readings due Monday.

I quite literally just sent an email to my professor and asked what I should do, so we'll see what she says, but I really wasn't hoping to be that one student, emailing the professor about an issue on day 1.

Since this is my first post here, here also is a tiny bit about me:

My name is Asya ("Asia"), and I'm a 24-year-old English grad based in Washington; no, not the one followed by DC, but the state with a lot of rain and trees. Twilight? Starbucks? Amazon? Yes, that one.

Since graduating in 2020, I've been a freelance editor and writer. I'm taking Korean both for passion and for work purposes, and I really should have started sooner. But I guess we're all on our own timelines.

I've been on Tumblr for a long, long time, but I've never been part of the studyblr sector. I'm glad to be here. :)

#student #college student #back to school #university #korean #korean language #language learning #korean classes #studying #studyblr #study blog #washington #washington state

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kakksart · 2 years ago

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The Boy In The Mist — Chapter 1

🌫️ The Meeting . 🌫️

Warning : •fluff kinda• •rudeness at the beginning• •cussing•

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You were walking on a familiar path that you took almost every single day for a hashira meeting. You were the Ice hashira. You had 7 forms.

1st • Ice breathing , first form : Icicle darts

This first form throws icicle darts to your target, it's a very efficient form and it's a way to attack the enemy without getting too close to danger.

2nd • Ice breathing, second form : freezing palace

The second form causes a sudden temperature change with a barrier with ice surrounding the enemy. It's also an attack that can be used to trap the enemy until the sun rises, beware it only lasts for almost 3 minutes so you have to use it wisely.

3rd • Ice breathing, third form : Snowflake

This lets you have a snowflake in front of you where you can use it to move around easily. This is almost like a hoverboard except you can use it mid air. It makes you flick in the opponents view which makes it easier to behead the demon.

4th • Ice breathing, fourth form : Frozen storm

This is probably the best form out of all of the breathing styles. It freezes the enemy's body and allows you to slice their head off, but beware it only lasts 3 seconds before it wares out. This is why you are the third fastest hashira.

5th • Ice breathing, fifth form : Ice Chamber

This slashes the demon with cuts everywhere on their body. Mostly their head to try and slice it off. This is a defensive form that allows you to get away, or move a spot while it distracts the enemy.

6th • Ice breathing, sixth form : Binding Chains

This causes the enemy to have chains on their arms and their legs. This traps the enemy for 3 seconds so once again, you have to be quick to slash the demon. After the 3 seconds this makes the demon lose their limbs and legs. This form is mostly used for lower ranks considering their healing abilities are not as great as upper ranks.

7th • Ice breathing, seventh form : Jagged snow

This makes snow go around the enemy, which causes blindness so the enemy can not be able to see you move around in an attempt to slash their head off or run away.

8th • Ice breathing, eighth form : melted ice

The eight form is the most peaceful form to die from, almost like Water Breathing Fifth form, blessed rain after the drought but instead you get frozen when the demons head gets slashed, then it starts to slowly melt.

(fyi, you have great flexibility.)

You walked around and were looking down, not paying attention to your surroundings. You noticed there were pretty flowers, maybe you should get some for your mother. As you walked you felt something bump into you, causing you to fall down onto the ground, landing on your bottom.

"Ouch!" You say from the unexpected push. You rubbed your head against your hand, in a circular motion. You looked up to see a short boy with long hair, there was a fade of mint at the ends. You tiled your head with an irritated face looking up at the boy. "Look out on where your walking!" You said slightly angry. You stood up and patted your uniform, getting off any dirt you had.

"Maybe you should instead of me." The mint haired boy said. He had a smug face, it was like he didn't care at all of what he did. You rolled your eyes at him. Maybe he was right, you were too distracted by looking down at those flowers you saw back there. The boy was silent, he didn't say much. He walked off with that smug face once again. Damnit, you hated that smug face already of his. If you ever encountered him again you would say something about it.

You rolled your eyes again and started to walk on the opposite direction of his. You knew him from the hashira meetings, you 2 just never talked to each other which means you both don't even know each others names. You did have a meeting later on today, so maybe you should ask for his name. You continued to make your way to your house. You were not in demon slayer uniform so he probably didn't recognize you. You wore a blue and black kimono. (Wink) As you arrived at your house you slid the door open and walked in with one step. You kneeled down and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door for when you leave again. You faced back to your door and slide it closed. After you did so you walked to your room and walked over to your closet. You grabbed your demon slayer uniform and started to take your original clothes off and putting your demon slayer outfit on.

You went over to your racket and looked behind your jackets to see your katana clinging onto a nail. You grabbed it and placed it on your hip, sheathing it.

You walked to your door to leave and put your shoes on. You slide your door open and walked out, closing it as you did so.

You faced forward and then sideways as you walked towards the path you always took to go to the hashira meetings. You saw Muichiro behind you from last time.

You decided to ignore him and continue to walk. You picked up your pace and started to run towards the meeting. As you ran you noticed Muichiro also started to run beside you.

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You guys finally arrive at the hashira meeting, you see all of the hashira standing up waiting for Master, aka Kagaya Ubuyashiki. You decided to also stand up.

"Hey Mitsuri!" You said smiling at her. You looked at her and waved. She hugged you suddenly and it made your ears turn red. You weren't attracted to her but it was just unexpected. And the fact that she was so gorgeous and.. off track!. You hugged her back and smiled.

"Oh hey! How have you been? I've been doing good just if you ask! Are you ready for the meeting? Because I am!"

Mitsuri did talk a lot, but you didn't mind. It was just more conversations for you. Which was fun and got you more out of your shell.

"I've been doing great as well! It's good to here your doing well. I'm definitely ready for the meeting!" You said pulling up a thumbs up.

"Hey, who's that black haired boy with mint fades on the end of his hair?" You said tilting your head

"Oh, that's Muichiro, why? You like him?" She said teasing you. It was sorta annoying when she did but you honestly didn't really mind. Your ears turned a bit reddish as she told you that but you shook your head.

"Of course I don't like him, I just wanted to know who he was.." You said pouting a bit. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes

"I just bumped into him this morning, nothing special." You groaned as you released your arms to your sides

Suddenly, The Master, Kagaya Ubuyashiki arrived. All of the hashira kneeled down to show respect. You were beside Muichiro and Mitsuri. You felt your heart race for some reason, why, why were you like this all of a sudden?

"Damnit, why am I acting like this now?! It's not like I love or like anyone here.." You thought to yourself. It was true, you didn't like anyone. At least you thought so..

"Hello my dear children. It seems like Tengen Uzui has retired. The 3 boys named Inosuke Hashibira , Tanjiro Kamado, and Zenitsu Agatsuma have survived. They have defeated upper moon 6. If I remember correctly, they brought Nezuko Kamado with them. She helped defeat upper moon 6 and this just goes to prove that Nezuko Kamado is not a threat to humans. It proves that Nezuko Kamado has the will to fight against demons, her own kind and fight along side demon slayers.”

All of the hashira, including you were in awe. Upper 6 was a harsh battle, it even made a hashira retire. You were a little uncomfortable at the thought.

You would have never thought him, Muichiro, would do that. Out of all people it was sorta surprising to you. He let go and you all decided to continue to listen.

After The Meeting.

You stood up and started to make your way on a path to your house. The meeting contained a lot of information about the demons.

Some of the information was sad and some were good. You noticed Muichiro walking beside you. I guess you two both lived on the same street. Your house was a small cabin, just like most were.

As you arrived you saw Muichiro continuing to walk on the road. You decided to not interfere and walk Into your home. You slide the door open and walked in.

You turned around and closed the door while you took your shoes off. You noticed your cheeks were a bit reddish, why? You decided to ignore it and walk to your room.

You looked at your closet and walked over to it. You grabbed pajamas and started to put it on as you put your katana down. As you finished putting your pajamas on you grabbed your katana and walked over to the racket.

You looked behind your jackets and put your katana back to its spot it was at in the morning. You looked at the sun and it was already 8:00PM.

Since this wasn't modern time people had to look at the sky and decide the time. You sighed and walked over to your bed and plopped onto it.

You fluttered your eyes closed and you slowly felt yourself steadying your breathing and felt at ease.

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camp-counselor-life · 8 months ago

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Ok, so now I've decided I like the good things posts, and sucks if you don't, but I've added a tag for them (all.good.things) and you can block that if you want... less positivity and more whining on your posts from me? IDK, to each their own.

But anyway, today was a really good day! I feel good about my anxiety levels and they were very manageable. Here is my good things list:

I went to a library program and it was really interesting. Not what I would have gone to if I'd known what it was, but it was good and gave me some really inventive new mindfulness techniques I would have never known about (it's kundalini breathe work FYI).

My bestie came for a visit and helped me with my Spanish. I was informed that my handwriting is better in Spanish (still not great though).

I went for walks in between the rain.

I subjected myself to the mortifying ordeal of putting myself out there and got some other people in my complex interested in being walking buddies.

I sat outside and read a book in the sunshine.

I also finished a good book (different book) I have been slowly reading.

I got to research my special interest.

I did some visual journaling, goal work, and mental wellness work, and feel like it's going to help.

I bought a whole bunch of red apricots (never had one before) and they are great because they're apricots.

I also treated myself to Chinese food at a place I used to get takeout from all the time.

I donated a whole bunch of clothes and books!

Now wish me luck, my medication dose goes up tonight.

#all.good.things #trail.mixed.adulting

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onelastfic · 8 months ago

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Mei & Loki Kids Interactions

Fenrir, the formidable giant wolf of Norse legend, prowled through Avalon's enchanted forests. Unsurprisingly, he ran into another frequent visitor of the forest, the young Avalon princess and her companion. Though his feelings for the latter were less than stellar.

"Raindrop, darling, do remind your oversized canine friend to keep his distance. I have no desire to engage in a game of chase today." Mei called out, her tone dripping with irritation as she eyed Fenrir with a mixture of distrust and disdain.

Rain chuckled, shaking her head. "Fenrir's just curious about people coming into his part of the forest, Mei Mei. He won't hurt you."

“Uh-huh…” Mei crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. "Curiosity killed the cat, Raindrop. And in this case, I'd rather not be the cat."

Sensing Mei's unease, Fenrir gave a low growl, his eyes fixed on her. Mei responded with a haughty glare, the tension between them palpable.

"Also, Fenrir, could you please stop leaving your shedded fur all over the place? It's like walking in a wolf's den rather than a forest and all this fur is so... last millennium. Smells that old too." Mei complained, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

Fenrir merely huffed and trotted away, leaving Mei to grumble about canine nuisances under her breath. Rain watched the exchange with a bemused smile.

"You know, Mei, he's not that bad once you get to know him," Rain said, trying to ease the tension.

Mei scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I'd rather not. I prefer my company less... furry and more refined."

Rain laughed, shaking her head. "Suit yourself. But if you ever need a giant wolf to scare off your enemies, you know where to find him. Though it helps if you bring him some meat first."

Mei rolled her eyes. "I'll keep that in mind. But for now, I'll stick to scaring off my enemies with my own skills. Thank you very much."

——

Mei said, eyeing Hel with a critical gaze. "You know, darling, a little makeup could work wonders for you. I could give you a makeover that would make you the envy of the underworld. "

Hel merely raised an eyebrow. "I'll pass. I prefer my aesthetic just as it is, thank you."

Undeterred, Mei persisted, her enthusiasm undimmed. "Come on, Hel. A touch of color here, a bit of contouring there, the perfect shade of lipstick paired with the right accessories—think of the possibilities! I could transform your look from half-dead chic to a drop dead gorgeous underworld queen."

Hel chuckled dryly. "I appreciate the offer, little one, but I'm quite comfortable with my look. Besides, I have other matters to attend to than makeup experiments."

“Your loss, darling, but a little touch-up wouldn't hurt. Imagine the statement you could make with the right ensemble.” Mei shrugged. "If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

Hel nodded politely, already accustomed to Rain’s friend’s flair for the dramatic and relentless pursuit of aesthetic perfection.

——

On a sunny day at Avalon's beach, Rain Butterfly lounged atop Jormungandr's giant snake head, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Mei lounged on a lavish beach chair, soaking in the sun's golden rays while idly flipping through a fashion magazine.

Dawn's urgent voice shattered the peace as he arrived, calling out to Rain, "Rain, we need to talk! You can't keep hanging out with this cold-blooded monster. It brings nothing but misery wherever it goes and is incapable of any kind of human emotions or empathy."

Rain, leaping to Jormungandr's defense, protested, "No, Dawn! Jormungandr is nice. He's just misunderstood."

"Who said I was talking about Jormungandr? I'm referring to Mei." Dawn clarified, pointing to the girl in the pink floral one piece.

Mei, unamused by Dawn's attempt at humor, scoffed. "Oh, wow, Dawn. Did you use all two of your brain cells to come up with that lame joke? And FYI, constantly comparing me to a snake is just gonna make it more justified when I strangle you."

——

Rain beamed with excitement as she watched over little baby Phebe, who sat in her lap with an unamused blank expression. Rain looked at her best friend, eager for Mei to join in the baby fun.

“Mei Mei, come on! Just give Phebe a cuddle.” Rain said.

“No.” Mei stated firmly, arms crossed and expression deadpan.

“But she's so cute! Just one little hold?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Look at her little toes! Don’t you just want to tickle these piggies?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t just want to pinch her chubby cheeks or hold these wittle arms?! Tài kě'àile!”

“Non. Nay. Nein. Jué bù. I do not and I will not.” Mei remarked, unmoved by Rain's enthusiasm. “I've told you before, Raindrop. I don't do babies. Not holding her, not cuddling her, not playing with her, definitely not helping change her nasty diapers, nothing. I'll leave all the baby duties to you. I'm sure you'll make an excellent sitter.”

Dusk, with a teasing grin, chimed in, "What’s wrong, Mei? You scared that holding Phebe might awaken some dormant maternal instincts that you tried to squash long ago?"

Dawn laughed loudly. "Hah! This is Mei, you’re talking about, bro. She doesn't have a maternal bone in her body. Pretty sure she was born without that stuff."

"Pretty sure you were born without a brain, you blonde buffoon. Not all girls swoon over babies. Some of us have better things to do than have babies on the brain." Mei retorted.

“Not a big fan of kids, eh?” DJ asked, smirking that someone else seemed to share his mindset.

“Am I a fan of loud, sticky, drooling, snotty nosed little gremlins that drain ambition and wreck women’s bodies?” Mei grumbled, face scrunching up in disgust at the thought of ever having kids before glancing at Phebe. The baby stared at her intently, expression cool as ice but gaze seemed irritated, which didn’t help decrease Mei’s mistrust. “Besides, this kid seems really, really off. She rarely cries and stares at us like she knows what we’re saying. Like are we sure she isn’t some reincarnated god or something that came back as a baby?”

“If she is, probably not going to do you any favors saying stuff like that.” Dawn remarked. Not believing anything Mei was insinuating but he’d never pass up the opportunity to mess with her. “Might want to sleep with one eye open, from now on, Mei. Ain’t that right, Phebe?”

Phebe glanced at Mei, eyes narrowing. “Goo…”

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Loki kids belong to @thepaladincosplays

Rain and DJ belong to @laylaylamode

Dusk and Dawn belong to @kururu418

#callyieverse #tales of mewni #oc #future au #next gen #nextgen #mei #rain #dusk #dawn #dj #hel #phebe #fenrir #jormundgandr #character interactions

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