#and he's reborn in the end and always able to do what he dreamed of

[crystalpallette]

I still can't believe they killed him like that

[me-thal]

Thinking about Renheng...... Men that found each other and want each other back even when one doesn't know the other is who he Dreams of......

[kikyoupdates]

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔

yandere!ocs x reader

yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Rowan is honestly having the time of his life. 

From the moment he heard about Alistair’s engagement falling through, he had a feeling it would be a huge sore spot for him. Never in a million years would he have expected Alistair, of all people, to be broken up with. For as long as he can remember, everyone has always viewed him as perfection incarnate. He’s a man without flaws—or at least, he’s brainwashed others into believing that he is. 

And yet, someone rejected him. Someone was finally able to look past all the bullshit and see Alistair for what he truly is. 

Rowan knew right then and there that you were the woman of his dreams. 

“...are you fucking kidding me right now?” 

Alistair is angry. That much is clear as day, much to Rowan’s immense delight. Alistair gets annoyed with him all the time, and it’s no secret that they both hate each other’s guts, but it’s a rare treat to see him get this worked up. He can’t remember the last time he was privy to such a visceral display of anger. It’s ridiculously entertaining.

Despite how badly he wants to break down into a fit of laughter, Rowan tilts his head to the side and decides to feign ignorance. 

“I beg your pardon? I understand you’re upset, dear cousin, but I’m not so sure why you’re taking it out on me. [Name] is the one who ended the engagement, is she not? It hardly seems fair to make me the subject of your anger.” 

Alistair grits his teeth. “Spare me the theatrics. You know full well what you’ve done. Is there really no limit to how far you’ll sink, Rowan? Are you really so pathetic that you’ll pursue my former fiancée purely to spite me?” 

“What a hateful thing to say,” Rowan sighs, shaking his head. “I would never act on such petty emotions. Of course, I realize that this isn’t exactly conventional, and I had a feeling it would upset you, but I’d been interested in [Name] well before you got engaged to her. Now that the two of you are no longer involved, I simply decided to act on my feelings, that’s all.” 

“Bullshit. You never breathed a word about her. It seems rather coincidental that you claim to be so enamored with her all of a sudden.” 

“Well, yes, because I had been holding back on your account. It hardly felt proper to express desire towards another man’s fiancée, let alone my own cousin’s.” Rowan pauses, and soon enough, he can’t hide his smile anymore. “I wasn’t completely sure if I wanted to marry her, of course. This was all just a hunch I had. But now that I’ve spoken to her face to face, I’ve made up my mind. She’s such a charming young woman. A real breath of fresh air. In fact, I dare say I’m already head over heels for her.” 

Alistair’s eyes bulge out of his head, and this time, Rowan simply can’t resist the urge to laugh. 

“Charming…?” Alistair blinks in disbelief. “You say [Name] is charming? That snobby, mannerless woman? Do you even know what she said to me? She called me unattractive right to my face. Me. And don’t even get me started on all the rumors I’ve heard about her off-putting behavior. Are you so shameless that you would willingly tie your future to someone like that?” 

Rowan’s laughter just gets even louder, and watching Alistair’s face become increasingly red really is the cherry on top. 

“Haha… ha.” Rowan wipes the tears from his eyes, still chuckling every now and then. “I’ll admit I hadn’t heard the part about her calling you unattractive. Forgive me for laughing. It’s just too funny. But… she never said anything like that to me, so I suppose I have nothing to worry about. As I said, she agreed to let me court her for a while, and her father seems open to the idea of us getting married in the future.” 

“She was just trying to spare your feelings,” Alistair insists. His face feels uncomfortably hot, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. “She… she’ll reject you before long, just take my word for it. She’s volatile and unpredictable. I’m willing to bet she was just trying to appease her family since they must be worried about the engagement falling through. Besides, you’re not even engaged yet, so I’d hardly call this arrangement ironclad.” 

Rowan’s smile stretches further across his lips. The man he’s resented damn near his entire life is desperately struggling to defend himself and avoid losing face. He’s grasping at straws and offering whatever excuse he can come up with. He’s embarrassed beyond belief, and it couldn’t be any more obvious. 

For the first time… Rowan has something that Alistair doesn’t. 

“Show some humility, Alistair.” Rowan stands up from his seat to look down at his cousin with a cold, vengeful expression. “Your engagement is over. [Name] discarded you, and it’s time you came to terms with that. Besides, I’m not sure why you’re trying to debase her when you were originally going to marry her. If her reputation is as horrible as you suggest, then surely, you should have protested against this in the first place. Uncle and auntie would have understood. It’s rather crass for you to insult her after the fact, purely because she wasn’t interested in you. It shows a lack of character, and worst of all, that you think you’re above everyone else.”

Alistair blinks. He’s so dumbfounded he can’t even think of a rebuttal. It feels like he just got slapped across the face. 

Rowan smiles again. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll forgive your rudeness, on account of the fact that you’re still grieving your failed engagement. But from now on, you need to fix your attitude. [Name] and I are romantically involved, and I intend to make her my wife. I’ll urge you not to soil her name in my presence. I have a bit of a temper, you see.” 

Rowan walks off without waiting to hear Alistair’s response, not that he would have known what to say anyways. He watches as the dark-haired man promptly leaves the manor. It seems like he came here purely to gloat, which, considering how much of an asshole he is, doesn’t come as much of a surprise.

All the same, Alistair feels completely and utterly defeated. He can’t recall having ever experienced such a bitter loss. It’s painful. It’s uncomfortable. Honestly… 

He fucking hates it. 

“Goddamn you, Rowan,” Alistair mutters. He clenches his fist and takes a sharp, shaky breath, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm. 

You really chose Rowan over him? So, he doesn’t meet your standards, but somehow, that miserable scumbag does? 

Impossible. No. It just can’t be. He refuses to accept it. He refuses to accept any of it. 

He doesn't know how he’s going to pull it off, but right then and there, he makes up his mind. 

You will take him back.

While Alistair and Rowan were busy comparing dick sizes, you were trying to make strides towards improving your reputation. 

“Name tags, my lady?” 

Fiona stares at you, visibly perplexed. She usually looks pretty confused when she’s dealing with you, not that you can really blame her, but you think you’ve got a pretty good idea this time around. 

“Yes,” you nod happily. “So that I can remember everyone’s names. Oh, it’s not like it’ll be permanent or anything. Once I’ve committed everyone to memory the name tags can be removed, but I just think it would help me remember better. I’d like to address all of the people that work here by name from now on. I’m hoping to connect to them on a personal level, so that they won’t think of me purely as their boss. I want to turn this manor into a comfortable place for all.” 

Fiona still looks confused, bless her heart. In the game, the villainess treated everyone like property—especially if they were lower than her in social status. The heroine was the target of a good chunk of her malice, of course, but it seems like commoners got the worst of it, since she probably felt like she could do what she wanted with virtually no repercussions. Which is unfortunately the truth. If you were an absolute scumbag, you could, in theory, bully all these people with zero consequences. The staggering difference in social classes allows for all kinds of unwarranted abuse, which is exactly why you’re hoping to create a whole new status quo. 

“I’m ashamed of my past behavior,” you continue, frowning a bit. It feels weird to apologize for something you technically didn’t even do, but in the interest of maintaining appearances, you need to show remorse. “Like I said before, I’m trying to be a better person, and a big part of that is treating everyone with the respect they deserve. Especially the people that work so hard to support me every single day. I’ve noticed they walk on eggshells whenever I’m around, but hopefully they’ll soon realize I’m not that scary.” 

Fiona ponders for a few moments, then smiles as she nods her head. “I think it’s a lovely idea, my lady. They’ll appreciate the lengths you’re going to in order to help them feel more comfortable.” 

“Well, it’s really not such a big deal. Remembering their names is the least I can do.” 

“Considering how many people are under your employ, I’d say that’s not such an easy task. Besides, I hear from servants that work elsewhere that it’s rather common for the lords or ladies of the house not to remember their names. We’re only servants, after all. What we do isn’t all that remarkable.” 

She makes a pained face near the end, brushing off her remarks with a weak chuckle. You can’t help but frown, and your heart throbs at the sight of it. It’s horrible that she seems to think of herself and the other servants as expendable. Then again, if they’ve all been mistreated time and time again, it’s not surprising their self-esteem would be so low. 

You lean closer and place your hand on Fiona’s head, offering a gentle smile. “That’s not true. All of you work incredibly hard, and it’s your efforts that allow everything to go so smoothly. You keep this place immaculately clean, you repair anything that needs to be fixed, you help cook my meals… and the list goes on and on. You work harder than I can even imagine, and that’s no small feat. Please don’t demean yourself like that. Take pride in a job well done. You deserve it.” 

You pat her head, which you’ve learned is something she greatly enjoys—even if she won’t openly admit to it. 

Fiona just stares at you, and it doesn’t take long for tears to fill her big doe-shaped eyes. 

“Th-Thank you,” she sniffles, trying to wipe her tears before they fall, but to no avail. “I—I really appreciate it. You’re very kind to say that, my lady. So very kind…” 

You smile and give her some time to calm down. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for her to regain her spirits, and she proceeds to lift her fist in the air, visibly determined. 

“Alright!” she huffs. “I will speak to one of the seamstresses and inform her that we’ll all be needing name tags. I promise we’ll get the job done as quickly as possible. I won’t let you down, Lady [Name]!”

She speeds off before you can say anything else, but it warms your heart to see her opening up to you more and more. Even if you weren’t responsible for the villainess’ wrongdoings, it’s nice to see how positively everyone is reacting to the ‘new’ version of you. 

Well, mostly everyone.

“[Name], darling, Flynn is here to see you,” your mother happily announces. 

You grimace. Goddammit. For the past few days, you kept using your aforementioned sickness as an excuse to ward off visitors, but there’s only so long you can milk that excuse for, and it seems like he won’t be deterred any longer. He is supposed to be your best friend, after all. 

“Have fun,” your mother beams, and she walks off with a spring in her step, heels echoing down the halls. Your parents are both rather fond of you, but she’s been especially chipper ever since she heard Rowan proposed. By now it seems like your parents have completely forgotten the Alistair incident, or they simply don’t care anymore. 

Either way, you’ve dealt with almost all of the game’s love interests so far. Alistair is obviously a thing of the past, and since you’re well on the way towards improving your reputation, Carmine likely won’t have any reason to execute you later on. 

The only person you just can’t seem to shake is this annoying bastard. 

“How are you feeling?” Flynn asks, concern lacing his features. “You look a lot better now, but you’ve never fallen so ill before. I was worried.” 

Sorry, dude. The tales of my sickness were greatly exaggerated. I was basically just looking for excuses so I could avoid you. 

“I feel fine now,” you say, quickly smiling. “Anyways, I’ve got a lot of… math to do later, so I’m not sure how long you can stay.” 

“Math? Ah, yes. Your father was saying you really started applying yourself. He said you were concealing a prodigal aptitude for academics all this time. You sure could have fooled me,” he muses.

You shrug. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” 

Flynn purses his lips, and it looks like he’s resisting the urge to say anything. Even though he’s your so-called ‘best friend’, even he must realize that the villainess wasn’t exactly competent when it came to well, anything. 

But he’s well-mannered enough to keep those thoughts to himself. 

“Well, I’m just relieved you’re okay,” he smiles. “Oh. I also wanted to ask about your engagement. I heard that you’re apparently not seeing Alistair anymore. When did that happen?” 

“A little while ago.”

“Your parents told me that you’re the one who broke it off. Is that true?” 

“It is. I don’t know,” you sigh, “I guess I just wasn’t that interested in him. It happens. I’m fortunate enough that my parents haven’t pushed for us to get back together. They’ve given me the freedom to be more picky from now on.” 

Flynn knits his brows together. “You weren’t that interested in him…? What about all those times you kept gushing to me about how excited you were for the engagement? You seemed to feel very differently up until not long ago.” 

Ugh. This guy is constantly on your ass, pointing out inconsistencies left and right. Like, even your parents didn’t make this big of a fuss after the engagement fell through. Your so-called ‘punishment’ was doing some math problems. Let it go already, man. 

“Feelings change,” you shrug. “I was excited at first, but I gradually found my interest waning. I realized I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with him, and I think it was for the best, because he didn’t seem to like me very much either. I’m sure we’ll both find a better match eventually.”

Flynn arches a brow. “You mean to say that you no longer feel anything towards him at all?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“Not even a little bit?” 

“Uh, nope. Otherwise I wouldn’t have broken up with him in the first place.” 

“Huh.” 

Flynn seems to be having a hard time wrapping his head around all this. Truthfully, you don’t know the finer details of his friendship with the villainess. It’s entirely possible that she bragged about Alistair more times than you can count, which is why your dismissiveness probably seems pretty suspect right now. A good friend knows when something is off, as evidenced by the fact that Flynn’s been on your case since the moment you met. 

But… there’s no way he’ll actually figure it out, right? After all, who could ever imagine that their best friend’s been replaced by some total stranger from a completely different world? It’s way too far-fetched. Practically unthinkable.

Yeah. That’s not something I should worry about. 

Never in a million years would Flynn be able to figure out what’s happening, and nor will anyone else, for that matter. Your foremost concern right now is figuring out a way to slowly push him out of your life, because the sooner you distance yourself from this guy, the better you’ll feel. 

“If you weren’t happy with him, then like you said, it’s probably better this way,” Flynn acknowledges. “I would hate to see you stuck with someone who doesn’t bring you joy. You deserve much better than that. You deserve only the best.” 

Well. You’d like to think that you deserve the best, but the previous owner of this body most certainly did not. 

It’s actually kind of disturbing that Flynn sides with the villainess so much, in spite of all the fucked up shit she’s done. It says a lot about his morality.

Yet another reason why you don’t want him around.

“I think I should get a head start on my homework,” you blurt, already walking away. It’s incredibly rude to brush him off like this after he dropped by for a visit, but you figure that if you treat him a bit coldly, he might eventually take the hint and leave you alone.

“Alright,” Flynn nods. “I’ll spend some time chatting with your parents. I don’t have any other plans for today, so take all the time you need. I’ll wait.”

…people around here really don’t know how to take no for an answer, huh? 

You sigh quietly and shake your head. Whatever. It’s going to take some time to completely get rid of him, but you’re confident you can pull it off. Even if he won’t ever hurt you, he’s simply too closely connected with the main plot. You don’t need that kind of stress in your life. 

Flynn watches you walk down the hallway, and he also watches as you grin widely and point finger-guns at one of the servants.

“Duncan!” you exclaim. “Working hard as per usual, I see. You’re doing a great job. Keep it up!” 

The servant awkwardly does finger-guns back before scurrying on his way, and needless to say, Flynn finds the whole scene rather confusing. 

Since when do you bother to remember the servants’ names? As far as he can remember, you’ve always just snapped your fingers to demand service, or pointed to someone and said, “Hey, you.” 

It’s all so strange. He can’t help but feel that you’ve changed somehow, and rather abruptly, at that. If there’s something special going on in your life, he thinks he deserves to know about it. He’s your best friend, isn’t he? The two of you have always told each other everything. And yet, he didn’t even find out about your broken engagement until well after the fact. 

Whatever’s happening to you…

He’s not sure he likes it. 

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The Chameleon: ability unlocked through pain and resilience

When Reo tells his parents that his dream is to win the World Cup, Reo's father tells him to forget it, that “only a few are chosen to be able to play soccer”.

After this encounter of frustration and anger, Reo meets Nagi. Nagi, unlike Reo, is one of those chosen to be able to play soccer. His ball trap is equal to a genius and he can effortlessly make incredible plays. He is different from Reo in Reo´s mind

When Reo goes through his worst moment in Blue Lock after being left out by Nagi, he mentions that unlike him and the other players “he doesn't have the confidence to be able to die and be reborn”. In order to know your ego, you have to know your worst side and embrace it. For psychoanalysis, one way of conceiving the ego is as the place of negotiation, making adjustments, psychological calculations to find a way to live with ourselves and in the world. Reo, contrary to what he believes, he lets himself “die” Nagi ends up “killing” him. And worst of all, Reo is not chosen. I think this hurts more if we look at it from the perspective that his father told him “you are not one of the chosen ones to play soccer”, again Reo proved he was not chosen. Throughout that game Reo faced self-esteem issues and felt that his abilities were minimized. He kept comparing himself to Isagi and Nagi, which only made the situation worse.

We don't know what Reo must have gone through during his stay with Shidou, but he mentions to Isagi in their conversation in the monitor room that the only thing that kept him here was his desire for revenge. He begins to question his side with Nagi more and more. Unlike him, he's not a genius, he doesn't improve the way like Nagi did. What value do I have then? am I someone useful to keep around?

All this changes in the match of the third selection. Reo begins to feel overwhelmed by the “light” of the top six. He begins to question his stay at Blue Lock “Hey Reo, become the one who chooses, not the one waiting to be chosen" I think these words were powerful for Reo not only in a sense of the pain they caused him for being abandoned by Nagi, but also because of what his father said to him.

Out of all insecurities, traumas and low self-esteem Reo manages to unlock the Chameleon “I will become an idiot too” “I am no longer the master of a little, call me the master of all tricks”. For me, this is an answer to all of Reo's fears. If Reo is not a chosen one, if his path is not to be a genius (something I personally disagree with), then he will copy all geniuses “if I don't have a special skill, then I will take pride in what I have and occupy it to my advantage”. This responds to everything that Reo went through in the second selection, but at the same time, it is a response to his father's words and isagi´s words. He now has the ability to CHOOSE any technique.

For many pre-Hispanic cultures, the chameleon has a deep spiritual meaning, representing the connection to adaptability and transformation. This animal teaches us the importance of being flexible and able to change according to circumstances. It possesses the ability to change its color and adapt to the surrounding environment. This ability to camouflage reminds us that we must always be willing to adjust and adapt to the different situations we face in life. In addition, the chameleon teaches us about internal transformation. As it sheds its skin, we can also learn to free ourselves from old beliefs, attitudes and behaviors that no longer serve us. This process of transformation allows us to grow and evolve spiritually.

By observing the chameleon, we can reflect on how we are handling the changes in our lives. Are we being resistant or are we able to adapt and accept the new? Are we willing to change our approach when necessary?

The energy of the chameleon invites us to embrace adaptability and transformation in our spiritual quest. It reminds us that by being flexible and open to change, we can achieve greater personal growth and a greater connection to our inner self.

Reo becomes a flexible player. He was able to adapt automatically in the U20 match as a defender (the most difficult position to enter as a change) and stop Shidou. He is a one-man army. He can generate attacks at will, read the time of the game, occupy other players. The Chameleon is his answer to his deepest fears, is a powerful technique made of resilience and the desire to transform oneself and become better: He can now choose.

[blank-potato]

One Bed, Three Ta'veren

Pairing: Rand al'Thor x Reader x Mat Cauthon

Summary:

If you were this uncomfortable, you could only imagine how miserable Mat and Rand must be on the hard floor. With a sigh, you sit up in bed, glancing between them before finally muttering, “Just get up here. Both of you.” There’s a moment of hesitation before they give in, shuffling under the covers, pressed close together for warmth. Or You all love each other but need a little push to admit it; luckily, you all end up staying at an inn with only one bed.

A/N: Another Randwich but with Mat this time! I just love me some Cauthor and best friends kissing for the first time, Challengers style. It's set during season 1, and Rand and Egwene have never dated in this fic, it’s just implied briefly that he had a crush on her

✦ ⋆ ࣪.✦ ⋆ ࣪.✦ ⋆ ࣪.

It had been a long journey, and exhaustion weighed heavily on all of you.

Walking for hours on end, trying to reach the White Tower, not knowing if you would see Perrin and Egwene again or if they even made it out of Shadar Logoth alive. The only thing keeping you sane was Rand and Mat.

Eventually, you made it to a place to rest for the night in a village not too unlike Emond’s Field. The inn where you had to stay was all full except one room…with only one bed. Your luck had been terrible, but you had two gentlemen more than willing to sacrifice their sleep and their backs for you.

“I can stay on the floor,” Rand offers.

“So can I,” Mat interjects, ever the stubborn one.

As you watch them bicker over who should take the worst sleeping spot, you even try offering to take it, but they immediately shut you down. They were always coddling you, even back home in the Two Rivers.

You had to carry something heavy? Rand would offer to take it off your hands. You had a problem that needed solving? Mat would be there to figure it out with you. They supported you no matter what, so of course, you found yourself in bed while Mat and Rand took the floor.

“Goodnight,” you say, and they mumble back half-asleep responses in quick succession.

As you lie there, staring at the ceiling, it’s not even five minutes before you realise sleep won’t come. You can’t help but notice the way the cold seeps into your bones, the stiff mattress and flimsy blankets doing little to keep you warm. If you were this uncomfortable, you could only imagine how miserable Mat and Rand must be on the hard floor.

With a sigh, you sit up in bed, glancing between them before finally muttering, “Just get up here. Both of you.”

There’s a moment of hesitation before they give in, shuffling under the covers, pressed close together for warmth. It feels so much nicer, their bodies on either side of yours. The bed was anything but spacious, and you were all kind of on top of one another, but you didn't mind.

Quite the opposite.

You’d been harbouring a crush on both Mat and Rand for quite some time, and now this... well, it was either a dream come true or it was going to give you a heart attack. If you did die of happiness, at least you’d die knowing you'd been truly alive.

"Comfortable?" you ask, pulling the sheet over all of you, and the boys let out thankful grumbles, glad their backs wouldn't be broken by the hardwood floor.

Then, in a quieter voice, “What if it’s one of us… the Dragon Reborn?”

Silence hangs between you, heavy with unspoken fears.

“If it is one of us…” Rand murmurs, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. “We stay together. No matter what.”

Mat opens his mouth to respond, but instead hums in agreement before muttering, “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

You shift slightly, feeling the warmth of Rand’s body against your front, the softness of his hair brushing your cheek, while Mat’s scruff tickles the back of your neck behind you.

“I don’t think I will either,” you reply.

Sandwiched between them, it feels comfortable, more comfortable than you’ve been in a long time. Like you’re back home, surrounded by warmth and familiarity, as if everything were normal again. No Trollocs chasing after you. No looming threat of being the Dragon Reborn. No Darkfriends lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Just you, Mat and Rand, like it always used to be.

As you close your eyes, you can almost picture it, days spent in Emond’s Field, nights filled with laughter, with nothing to fear except whether the crops would yield enough, or if the Village Council would argue themselves hoarse again.

But that life is gone now, a distant dream.

You feel Mat shiver against you, he’s been like this ever since you left Shadar Logoth, his body tense, his breath uneven.

“Mat? Move over.”

Without thinking, you climb over him, positioning him between you and Rand, hoping the added warmth will help. He grumbles about something, but you don't hear the words.

As if second nature, Rand’s hand moves gently to Mat’s dark hair, fingertips ghosting over his temple in a silent gesture of comfort. You notice the way Mat leans into his touch in the dim light from the lantern by the bed.

“I'm not even cold.”

“Stop complaining, I can feel you shivering,” Rand says softly as he comforts him.

It was cute. They were always so touchy with one another, always having an excuse to have their hands on each other.

Just then, Mat reaches back blindly, searching for you, and you take his hand, tracing slow, calming patterns along his fingers, hoping it gives him even the smallest bit of relief.

After a long pause, his voice breaks the quiet.

Mat says, “Do you remember when you snuck us into the Winespring Inn’s kitchen to steal the leftover sweetcakes?”

You smile at the memory, feeling a sense of warmth that makes you feel safe again.

You reply, “Of course I do, you spent the whole night trying to convince Mistress al’Vere it was all Rand’s idea when we'd get caught.”

Rand, laughing at the memory, shakes his head and says, “And somehow, I still ended up scrubbing pots for a week! You were always such a troublemaker.”

“I was only a troublemaker with the two of you. I was perfectly well behaved with Perrin or Egwene.”

You feel another hand reach out for yours, and even without looking, you know it’s Rand’s; his fingertips are rough and calloused from years of working on the farm, so different from Mat’s.

You hold hands, the tufts of Mat's hair between both of your fingers like carding through blades of grass.

“So you blame us for your bad behaviour?” Rand teases.

“In part, yes.”

They both laugh, and in the darkness, your senses are heightened, every small sound and touch feeling like fire.

Mat moves and rests beneath Rand’s chin, his breathing finally evening out, though the tension in his body hasn’t fully disappeared. You shift slightly, letting your head rest against Mat’s, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.

For the first time in what feels like forever, despite everything, despite the fear and uncertainty that the future holds, you feel safe.

“Do you think one day we'll be able to return home?” Mat says, his voice quiet but hopeful.

You know he misses his sisters and the way things used to be.

“I know we will, even if it's years from now. We're going to make it through…together,” you say, gripping his shoulder firmly.

Mat nods, exhaling slowly. “Yeah. Together.” Then, with a lopsided grin, he adds, “Just as long as I don’t have to carry Rand the whole way, guy’s heavier than he looks.”

Of course, Rand responds with a playful whack to Mat’s chest. “Hilarious, you ought to be the one carried,” he deadpans, though there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You laugh, the sound light in the quiet night, and as you sit in the warm stillness between them, you decide to take a swing.

“I couldn’t be without you both,” you say, voice soft but sure. “I’d go mad.”

There's silence in the room. Even though your words were simple, the weight behind them and the sincerity in your voice carried through, doing little to conceal how much you meant it.

"I mean it…" You say, your voice steady but intense, your eyes meeting theirs.

You sit up, lighting another lantern, its soft glow flickering and brightening up the dim room. Both of them are looking at you with a mix of curiosity and concern, their expressions waiting for your next words.

You inhale deeply, gathering your thoughts before continuing. "I'd do anything to protect you and make sure you're safe, no matter what it takes and I…"

“I love you, I'm in love with you," you say softly, your heart racing as the words leave your lips. The silence that follows feels deafening, but in it, there's a sense of relief. You can’t believe you’ve finally said it. You had imagined telling them so many times, speaking to yourself in your mirror, but now it was finally out there.

"Rand?" Mat asks, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Yes, and you, Mat." You nod, your words steady despite the weight of the moment.

"You love us both...?" Rand’s question lingers in the air, almost hesitant, as if unsure how to process this revelation.

"It’s not as uncommon as you may think," you reply, a touch of vulnerability in your voice. "Having feelings for more than one person… And I can’t help how I feel about both of you. And…" You pause, gathering your thoughts. "I can see the way you look at each other."

"Rand and…" Mat's voice falters as he tries to get his head around it, the realisation dawns on him slowly. His conflicted expression falls onto Rand, looking for some sort of answer.

"It would take a fool not to notice. You care for each other far more than just friends do. It's love..." You add, hoping that they'll listen to reason.

Rand is quiet for a long moment, his gaze distant, as if deep in contemplation. The silence feels heavy, but you know this is a lot for both of them to process.

“Someone, please say something.”

You've never been so terrified as the silence continues to stretch on. Maybe you’ve overstepped and said too much. Maybe you've lost your best friends and should've stayed silent. The tension hangs thick in the air as you pick at the bed sheet, but your mental spiral is interrupted by a low chuckle from Mat.

“I think we've said enough.” Mat pulls you in, his embrace firm and steady, as if grounding you both in the moment.

When your lips finally meet, it's hesitant at first, but full of the unspoken emotions that have been building up over the years. Then, as if something clicks into place, the kiss deepens, carrying the weight of everything they've been through together. Gently holding your face in his hands, as he steals your air with each movement.

You both pull away, breathless, like you can’t believe it was finally happening. And almost instantly, Rand pulls you closer, his lips moving desperately against yours, as if afraid to let go.

His hands find their way to your back, fingers pressing in just enough to keep you grounded in the moment. It’s more than just a kiss; it’s a promise, a release, a feeling of finally being understood.

You both pull back, and Mat’s gaze shifts between the two of you with a look that’s full of wonder and want. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head with a crooked, half-amused smile.

“Well… that was something,” he mutters, his voice lighter than the tension still lingering in the air. “You two really know how to put on a show.”

But there’s no denying the way his eyes linger, the way his fingers twitch at his side, like he’s debating something he’s not quite ready to say out loud. Then, his gaze flicks to Rand’s lips, and you know exactly what he wants. 

Mat and Rand look at each other, uncertain if they want to cross this line, if they should take that final step into something they both clearly want. 

“Don't be afraid to give in. What do you have to lose?” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, but full of meaning. Afraid that they wouldn’t be able to make the first step, you make it for them. You hold both of their chins gently, guiding them toward each other until their lips meet, hesitant at first, then melting into each other like it’s something they’d done a million times before. 

Mat kisses Rand with desperate fervour, his hands clutching at your thigh like you were a lifeline, while Mat’s touch is tentative but searching, his fingers reaching out to furl in his shirt like he was a lost part of his soul, now reunited.

It was a beautiful sight, the moment hesitation gave way to something they’d been hiding for a long time. All those days they spent dancing around it or pretending it wasn’t there. The jealousy Mat would feel when Rand was fawning over Egwene, and the quiet ache Rand carried when Mat wasn’t by his side. All of it leading up to this moment. 

As he lets down his defences, Rand leans into Mat, his fingers running through Mat's hair, gripping just slightly as if afraid to let go. Mat exhales against his lips, a quiet sound of surrender, before pulling Rand even closer, their bodies pressing together as the space between them disappears.

Rand’s tongue slips into Mat’s mouth, slow and searching, and Mat responds with a sharp gasp before melting into it. It was messy and hungry, like they couldn’t get enough of each other, like they’d been holding back for far too long, and you couldn’t look away.

They finally tear apart, panting and reluctant, eyes still locked on each other, before they both turn to you.

“I… I don’t know what that was,” Rand says, voice low, “but…”

Mat doesn’t wait for him to finish, already knowing what he’s thinking. 

“Me too.”

He then reaches for you and pulls you between them, no hesitation, no second-guessing. Your back rests against Rand, his arms wrapping around your wrists, gently pulling one of your hands to his lips as he works his way up your arm, his breath warm against your skin. Mat’s eyes are a fire of intensity, never leaving you. He’s looking you up and down, his gaze hungry, like he’s ready to devour you and then, without a word, he does.

Lips trail hot kisses down your neck, hands roaming, gripping, exploring. The longer it goes on you barely know who’s touching you, and where.

“We need you,” Rand says, his voice low and steady, as he tugs your shirt off with a gentle urgency.

Mat’s gaze lands on your topless form, and with a teasing smirk, he finishes, “More than you can imagine.”

The rest of the night is long, the heat and emotion taking over you as if no challenges were waiting in the morning because, in that moment, it truly felt like there weren’t.

There were no more secrets between the three of you now. Your desires and your fears, your longing and your love, all of it had been laid bare tonight.

Morning breaks softly, casting a pale golden light across the room. The boys are still asleep beside you, their breathing slow and steady, bodies loosely entangled with yours. Their bodies were littered with love bites, teeth marks and scratches, evidence of the night that had been shared between you all. Looking down at yourself, you realize you were no different, your skin marked like a map of the stars. 

A warmth fills your heart as you trace each mark with your fingers, remembering each touch they gave you. You hope they last long, that each mark stays, so you can look at them every day and remember what happened that night.

Masterlist

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Imagine this: After Prowl's sacrifice in Endgame. The AllSpark/Primus or whatever rewards him or something along the lines of that with being reborn as a techno organic human. (Infant, small child, or teen is your choice) He doesn't fully remember Sari and the crew, but he can't help but feel some kind of love and trust in them. How do the Autobots and Sari react?

Sari's reaction is going to be way longer than the rest, just a heads up.

-Optimus will never stop feeling guilty about what happened to Prowl. He shouldn't have had to sacrifice himself, Optimus should have been able to prevent it, it was his duty as the team leader after all. For the rest of his life, it will weigh heavy on his consciousness. But this? It helps. Because the Prowl he once knew and cared for is gone, he's still here in a way. Reborn in the shape he so desperately wanted to experience. A human, a being capable of experiencing life in a way a cybertronian can not. He's young now, defenseless, but Optimus promises to protect him. To be there for him. This is a new chance for Prowl and as his friend (because not even death can sever that connection) Optimus will be there for him every step of the way.

-Ratchet used to dislike humans. Sari was an exception, even before the reveal that she was originally fully cybertronian. He can't say he dislikes them anymore though. Because when Prowl looks up at him, eyes wide with awe and trust, he can't help but see the beauty of their existence. Prowl always wanted to be like them and Ratchet can finally see why. They are constantly growing, changing, becoming their own person and that's all he could ever want for Prowl. To just be who he wants to be. While saddened by the death of his friend, he's relieved to know that death was just the start of another chapter of his life, not the end of it.

-It takes a while for Bumblebee to actually grasp the situation. When Prowl died, he grieved together with his friends. But then Prowl returned! Yeah, small and squishy but it's still him! So everything should be back to normal now, yeah? Except it isn't. Prowl is not the person he used to be, so young and not molded by the experiences that defined the old him. It's frustrating at the start, when he doesn't act the way he should be, when he doesn't understand what Bumblebee is talking about. But eventually, Bee comes to understand that while yes, Prowl is back, he's also different now. He's going to grow up to be a different person and while that kinda stings, it doesn't change the fact that he's still him. That's why, if he doesn't remember anything, then that means that Bumblebee just have to befriend him all over again! If he could do it once then he can do it again.

-Bulkhead accepts the situation immediately. He's always been in tune with his emotions, always rolled with the punches. When Prowl died, he mourned. He grieved together with his team and allowed himself to experience the full extent of his sorrow simply because he knew he needed to let it happen. So when Prowl is reborn, he goes with it. Feels the disbelief, the relief and joy. Prowl still died, this didn't erase the fact that it had happened, but thing change. He was back now, even if different, and he was still Bulkhead's friend. And Bulkhead doesn't abandon his friends.

-Out of everyone, it's for Sari that the situation is the hardest to come to terms with. She's still a kid herself, she's never had someone she cared for die. The grieving process was unfamiliar to her and at times the sadness felt overwhelming. She mourned. She cried. But most of all, she blamed herself because if she hadn't used the key to upgrade herself then maybe it could have been used to prevent Prowl's death. The guilt was all consuming and made her feel like a terrible person. And now Prowl is back?

Don't get her wrong, Sari is happy. Overjoyed. Because Prowl was more than just a friend to her, he was family. To have him back is a dream come true. But that's just it. It was a dream to have him back, not something she dared to consider could even happen. Because if he came back, then what happened to all her grief and feelings of guilt? They didn't just disappear. Prowl had died, it had happened, nothing could change that. But now that he was reborn, was her grief for nothing? Had her mourning and guilt been useless? Was she still a bad person for letting it happen in the first place?

Sari has a really hard time moving on from what happened. She tries to ignore those feelings, especially when she's with Prowl who she now calls her 'big little brother', because those are not his fault. She keeps him close but pushes him away at the same time, afraid that if she's to close then those feelings will force themselves to the surface and overwhelm her.

It will take a long time for her to come to terms with what happened and even longer to accept her feelings. Sari will never abandon Prowl though. Cybertronian or human, it doesn't matter, that's her family. And she wants to provide the same guidance and support that he once offered her.

[rainforestakiie]

have anybody listened to the Floweytale by man on the internet? would make a really good adamsapple story. i might go back and add more, but thought it was interesting.

just something fun i noticed and thought i'd write something...

p.s this is the abusive relationship between eve and Adam. The one-sided romantic relationship between lucifer and Adam (Adam lost his soul so it is one-sided) Adam goes back to eve because he doesn’t know what else to do…before he comes to truly understand how unhealthy their relationship is.

Adam's Apple: The Tale of Eve's Descent

Nobody knew the depths of Eve's deranged, twisted mind. No one could fathom the darkness lurking beneath her flawless exterior. Eve, the epitome of innocence in Eden, concealed her true nature with a sweet smile and a glint in her caramel eyes, manipulating everyone, even deceiving Lucifer and Lilith.

Except Adam. Adam knew all too well the monstrous reality of what she was, of the sadistic pleasures she indulged in. Yet, he bore a measure of guilt, for she was born of him, crafted from his rib...

Eve committed unspeakable acts beneath Heaven’s notice. Her malevolence was mirrored in Adam's punishment, for Heaven believed him to be the perpetrator. She stood by, a smile playing on her lips, as he suffered for her sins.

After becoming a Fallen Angel in Hell, Adam wandered soullessly until Lucifer found him, a broken man. Lucifer, already estranged from Lilith, took Adam under his wing. Lucifer fell in love with Adam and the two shared many nights together. Despite Lucifer’s efforts to heal him, Adam remained numb, devoid of feeling.

Desperate for solace, Adam fled to Lilith, but her attempts to help him also failed. In a fit of despair, he cursed the heavens and took his own life.

Each time Adam died, he awoke back in Eden, the cycle beginning anew. He experimented with death, killing himself repeatedly, only to return unscathed. This tormenting cycle left him without a soul, unable to feel.

Initially, Adam sought redemption, following Heaven's path and giving everyone happy endings. However, ennui set in, and he began to wonder if the world would change if someone important died. He embarked on a macabre journey, killing everyone he knew—Lilith, Lucifer, Eve, Charlie, Emily—resetting the world each time to observe the changes.

The predictability of their responses bored him. Adam became a puppet master in a world of marionettes, able to foresee every action and word. Disenchanted, he reset the world once more, choosing to merely follow the flow.

In his twisted curiosity, Adam managed to bring Eve back. But this time, she was more malevolent than ever. When Adam died, he went to Heaven before falling to Hell. Eve’s soul, deemed too corrupted, had been sealed away by God. Yet, Adam released her, unleashing an even greater evil.

Eve, now truly the embodiment of ruin, sought to annihilate Heaven and Hell alike. Adam, at first intrigued, soon realized the peril she posed. She intended to use his power to achieve her apocalyptic vision.

Here, Adam's haunting recollection of his journey unfolds:

----

“I remember the first time I woke and saw the light

Armless, legless, I laid there

Oh, Eve, I was terrified

Then I learned I was reborn

As the another Sinner in this form

I called out, I screamed, I prayed

And yet nobody came

Then the king found me crying

So I explained everything

He held me tight Said, 'It's alright'

But I felt nothing during our first night together

Even with Lucifer

Can't feel anything

Please believe I was trying

But I stayed determined!

Ran away to the queen's place

She failed too

Always the same

No use there

I cried, I tried to care

Felt like I couldn't live anywhere

A world without love

A world without happiness

It is supposed to be easier away from you

I followed your path

Succeeded too

With no soul

What comes when you die?

Something primal burned inside

Screamed at the heavens 'This is not how it ends!'

Then I woke up like from a dream In the garden again

I could experiment

So over and over I died

But with determination I came back alive

Friends I made

Happy ends I gave

But I'd always predict

What they'd do, what they'd say

I believe In curiosity 'What'll happen if they die?' '

Well, let's see!'

It liberates to be this way

To kill just to see

How the world can change

Nowadays it's all the same

I've read, I've burned, killed, saved, redeemed

I have seen it all I have played every game

People spouting the same lines 'with your claws still in my mind’

Eve, I can't predict you

You surprise me every time

I saw you almost did forget

You'd stay determined yet

You came back from death, like me

Only one question remains

Why'd you come back to play?

Were you buried in the ruins?

Did you hear me call your name?

Guess it doesn't matter how

The tale will end now I'm tired of everything

Tired of being a Angel, A fallen Sinner

Tired of being a Human

Only one thing that's left, Eve

Let's finish what we started

Show them it's kill or be killed

Leave them all broken and scarred!

I had plans, I had designs

Seeing you changed my mind

Eve, with you by my side

Life seems ten times worse!

Killer from the world of man

Only you understand

We're pitiless killers, both

So just follow my plan!

H-hey... what is this feeling?!

Why can't I stop shaking?!

E-Eve. Be honest here! We don't have hard feelings!

Hey! Back off!

I changed my mind! This isn't a good idea!

Go back! This place is fine! Hell is just fine!

I’m happy! I am able to someday love again!

Stop making that face!

This isn't fun!

You're sick in the head!

That's enough!

You've won!

You still think there's more to do

Your killing is never through!

Are you still human inside?!

What kind of monster are you?!

Long past time to end this game

Now nothing feels the same!

Eve, did you do all this when you heard me call your name?

Eve was abusive to Adam

Lucifer loved Adam

Lilith cared for Adam

Adam had lost his soul when he became a Sinner

Both Lucifer and Lilith tried to help him but Adam became frustrated that he still couldn’t feel anything. Especially when Lucifer is showing love and affection towards him.

Adam’s death reset the world and he just kept killing himself to reset the world

Nothing changed until he accidentally called Eves name when he wondered if his life would have been easier if Eve was still abusing him. This is able to wake Eve up.

They return to their abusive relationship. Adam believe this is what he wants but it is not.

Adam realises hurting just him isn’t enough for Eve and she wants to destroy the world.

Should he tell Lucifer the truth? Both Lucifer and Lilith are aware of his missing soul but not about the reset.

[einsatzzz]

Hiiii Ein! Hope the pain has lessened, huuno! For everyone: "Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)",  Kurumi: "Who would your OC say is their best friend?", Kana: "Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?" And Yui: "Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?" Sorry for sending so many djdjd take your time!!

Nimaaaa!!! Thank you!!! I was gone for a bit so I couldn't answer this sooner, but the pain has lessened a good amount during that time 🥰����✨ Please don't say sorry for sending asks, I love receiving them, it gives me a topic to yap about for my ocs dskjghdvhs I just get bad at answering them when my health spirals down 😆😆

Here's a sketch inspired from this ask, yipeeee kana triooo

For everyone: "Does your OC love anyone? (romantic)"

Ooohh!! 👀✨ I love this question, very juicy hahaha 🤣💕 This would depend on which point of the story they are, but the trio will eventually love someone to some romantic extent (at least).

For Kurumi, that's a big YES, as she's quite the hopeless romantic! She loves shoujosei series(or just the romance genre in general) and dreams a lot of being in a relationship like the lead couples there. Add to that her cuteness aggression, it's quite inevitable that she gets crushes of varying degrees on quite a good amount of characters 😆🫶✨ (examples are Tsuna, Kyoko, Haru, Chrome & Enma - if you feel like there's a pattern then yes sjdfbhjsdv). Of course, a simple crush is different from really falling deep in love with someone, but it's a good start. Her only problem is that she can't commit and go through with it (like confessing, etc). I don't know if you know already, but if you see my previous ship arts with her, maybe you already know who she does fall in love with lol

😆👉🐟

For Kana, it's a vague/complicated type of love that can be romantic so I guess that's a "yes"??? Anyway, getting it to even develop slightly towards that direction is technically not impossible, the chance is non-zero, but it's gonna take...A LOT of time, patience, persistence, understanding & survival skills (and acceptance that u can't ever fix her lmao). She already has a ridiculous amount of issues caused by her love(/obsession?) on the platonic side of things ngl mxhdkbddmdn

For Yui, that's a HELL YEAH! Among the trio, he's the only one with dating experience but he really can't say he loved the people he dated romantically. It's more of trial and error run for him. Fortunately for him, he does eventually find someone he likes a lot! I don't think I mentioned this before unlike for the other twins, so I'll put it here lol The person he ends up falling for is Hiyori (Oniyanagi 10th Gen Sun Guardian).

Kurumi: "Who would your OC say is their best friend?"

Kurumi's bestest friends in the whole world are definitely Kana and Yui! 🥰💖✨ They've been through a lot and are very much ride-or-die. Yui is Kurumi's very first friend. They initially became friends out of obligation and loneliness, but after some rough events here and there, it became a genuine friendship. He's stuck with her/supported her during difficult times in their childhood and Kurumi will always appreciate him for that.

Then there's Kana to Kurumi. Where do I even begin? That's a whole rabbit hole right there. They're platonic soulmates, a set package. Do not separate OR ELSE. 👁️👄👁️

Kana: "Which canon character respects your OC most? What gained that respect?"

Oh, from the top of my head, that would be Hibari. I'll just make separate post if I can think of another canon character who can dethrone him in this lmao His respect for her is based on the respect that he would have for strong and worthy opponents. Kind of similar to Reborn? But more chase-able/bully-able (since she's a fellow student, their paths would cross more often).

It all started when Kana attacked and tried to kill him this one time to take over the school (they went ham at that time, Reborn just stopped them). This is what happens when you think murder is always the answer to your problems. You get some guy, with a passion of at least 180 hardcore soulslike game players, who wants to keep on retrying that boss fight @ you.

Yui: "Did your OC bear witness to anyone’s full character arc?"

Yui doesn't really like being in the spotlight. He's not even that fond of having the right-hand man role designated to him and the "formal" responsibilities that come with it (this is why Gokudera criticizes him often). But one of the main reasons he still stuck to this role is so that he can get to watch over the twins in his own way.

He did bear witness to a good amount of Kana's character arc, but since we're talking from start to finish of someone's character arc, then that would be for Kurumi's. No matter what happens, whether this bestfriend of his grows into a fine person or falls into ruins, he will be there to witness it all 🙂

[rrain-writes]

reasons not to kiss him (Will & James)

Inspired by 'yes & no' by Natalie Wee

ao3

1. you weren’t raised to love tender. 

Will pressed his lips together, staying silent as his mother shut the door. The restriction around his wrist forced him to sleep with one arm stretched up at the bed head, but he had gotten used to it by now. Laying in the dark room, he shifted so he could stare through the crack in the curtain that let a sliver of moonlight in. His mother promised that it was normal. Promised that it was to protect him.

“The monsters can’t get to you this way.” She would tell him. “They’re all locked up.”

When he’s older, Will might look back and realise the only monster she was locking up was him.

2. when he’s around all you do is tremble. when he’s around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it’s dangerous. 

James was beautiful. Ethereal. And terrifying. Will would go to the ends of the earth and back to save him. He would fight until his limbs no longer moved, until the vines of time grew over his chest and filled his lungs, creeping their way through his parted lips. Will would die for this boy, this reborn, this relic. He would raise a sword and look down at his blood stained hands and stare, and he wouldn’t loose his mind at the crimson stains. No, he would welcome it if thats what it took.

3. he’s too good at forgiving and you’re too good at violence. 

Speaking of crimson stains, look at the way pale arms shine in the light when they’re painted in red. Red like the dying sun, red like rubies, red like everything inside of him. Will could be drowning in red and James wouldn’t hesitate to pull him out. Even if that meant he got covered in red too. Isn’t that a scary thought?

4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him? 

Monster. The nightmares never really go away, do they? Once a monster, always a monster, even if you’re trying to save them, they’ll only ever see your faults. Devil, demon, savage, villain, bastard, tyrant. It all means the same thing, doesn’t it. You can’t love a monster. Monsters can’t love you back. You can’t love a monster, Monsters can’t love you back. You caN’T LOVE A MONSTER. MONSTERS CAN’T LOVE YOU BACK. YOU CAN’T LOVE A MONST-

5. your hands don’t know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it. 

Ha. Will could’t believe anyone ever thought he was their saviour. Look at him. A stupid, stupid boy who once thought he could ever do something right. Pale, and weak, with eyes like emptiness. A boy with a hunger for violence and revenge.

Now look at Violet, or Cyprian, or Katherine. Perfect, honourable. Beautiful, kind. Strong, fearless. Will could crush them in a heartbeat. They’ll all see. Where are these thoughts even coming from? Aren’t they his friends?

6. if you hurt him it might kill you 

James isn’t the kind of person to cry. Will refused to make him cry. Someone as beautiful as that shouldn’t have to bear such pain. Especially not from him.

7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself. 

8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you’d fail to give up. he’s going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name. 

There truly was no one else like James st Clair. He was like Will’s other half, his saviour, his lifeline. Will wouldn’t be able to survive without him. He needed James, unlike anything else he’d ever needed before. Will needed James more than food or water or air or life, and without him he would fall down, down, down until there was nowhere else left to fall,

and then he would just keep falling.

9. you still aren’t sure he isn’t a dream. 

10. if you kiss him, you might wake up.

If this was a dream, Will hoped he'll die without waking up.

(reasons to kiss him: 

1. because he’s beautiful. 

2. because he asked. 

3. because he preceded please with, i’m not afraid of you.)

[ciaossu-imagines]

OMGOMGOMG, an active blog who writes for khr?!? dream come true. anyway—could i rq tsuna meeting the boss of a family that's supposed to rival the vongola but the reader ends up wanting be a chill boss and wants to "mend ancient wounds"? (could it be gn!reader? its ok if its not tho)

Well, I don’t know how active I’ve exactly been lately…well, I do and it’s not very, unfortunately, due to life getting stressful and busy. Oh well, I still do my best and hope you’ve stuck around to be able to see this request answered! Thank you so much for sending it in and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons I came up with, though they be meager.

So, when you say rival the Vongola, I am assuming that you mean that not only is this particular Family of the same size and scope as the Vongola are, with just as much power and history as the Vongola has, but that they’re also a Family that has history with the Vongola. Not very pleasant history either, with decades of bloody battles and power struggles. They’re a well-known name and have always fiercely opposed the Vongola being as powerful as they are.

Well, at least that’s all true until the current next generation of both Family’s arrive on the scene. We know Tsuna. We see that, like Primo, he really is willing to accept just about anyone into his life and to at least be pleasant and friendly with them, even when they weird him out, like rival Family Boss Naito Longchamp. He’s willing to accept and ally himself with rival Families like the Shimon without second thought. He’s willing to take into his family former enemies like Mukuro and his gang, and to ally himself with people who had formerly tried very hard to kill him and his friends, like Xanxus and Byakuran.

We also see in Tsuna an almost complete disregard for Vongola tradition. He doesn’t really care about the history of the Vongola either…no, that’s not quite right. It’s more like he abhors the very violent, bloody past of the Vongola and he’s even pretty much stated that he’ll rewrite that history and lead the Vongola in a completely different manner than it was in the past.

Of course, this is when he isn’t still steadfastly refusing to take the role of a Mafia Boss. Even though he’s technically accepted the role in canon, we see that he’s still refusing ‘the call’ even after doing so and I think he never really considers himself a Mafia Boss, even when he’s called upon to keep his friends, acquaintances, family, and Family members safe under the mantle of Vongola Decimo.

Because of this, he really does try his best to avoid doing the political or proper things that come with being a Boss, like having meetings with the heads of other Mafia Families. He’s trying his best to sneak away from this arranged meeting with the rival Family, playing hooky if you will and it’s just a fun scene I have in my head that the rival Family’s Boss is doing the same thing, just because that isn’t really their scene either. And it’s while they’re both trying to hide away from Reborn and whoever corrals the rival Boss that the two of them meet. They both kind of help each other avoid being caught and just end up talking.

It’s easy chattering. Tsuna finds this person very relaxed, not too fussy and very down to earth. They’re easy to make conversation with – it’s one of those situations where it almost feels like you’ve known what is, essentially, a complete stranger for years and years.

They sneak off and end up hanging out together. Tsuna’s stomach had started growling during the conversation and the rival Boss offered to take him to their favourite restaurant. Tsuna’s having a lot of fun with his new friend and he’s doing everything he can, while talking to this person, to hide any and all affiliation Tsuna has with the Mafia. It’s something he’s found himself doing for so long now that it’s just natural. He doesn’t want to ruin what could be a nice friendship with someone normal with all that Mafia junk, after all.

So Tsuna is completely and utterly shocked, absolutely floored, when his new friend just casually brings up the Mafia, talking about the Vongola and about their own Family.

He chokes on water at first, splutters, tries to deny at first, fumbles and messes up his words. When his new friend mentions that bit about mending ancient wounds, Tsuna genuinely has no clue what they’re talking about, because again, he’s not really someone who cares about learning every in and out of the Vongola’s history.

His reply is pretty much just ‘it’s cool, dude, I promise…this is all getting really serious all of a sudden and I don’t know how to handle it, can we please just change the subject’.

Honestly, Tsuna is going to hold nothing against his new friend or any of their Family members. He doesn’t really care that the Vongola and this Family have bad history in the past. That was the past. His new friend seems like a genuinely good person, Tsuna has always trusted his intuition when it comes to people, and he doesn’t think they hold any ill will towards him or any of his friends and Family members. Why bring ancient history into the present when they could just enjoy each other’s company and live happily alongside each other instead?

[kumasakka]

Omg a KHR account and a Tsuna enjoyer at that 🥹 I was thinking maybe a scenario/headcanons (either works) of how he would be with an s/o or crush that’s equally (if not more) clumsy? I’m guilty for being accident prone 😔

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐘 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. tsunayoshi sawada x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. a partner who is as clumsy as tsuna himself? sounds like a nice dream.

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂��𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.5k words .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. headcanons. I wanna hug him so bad. f!reader. spoiler - free ! safe for minors ! crappy writing. tsuna may seem ooc.

clumsier than Sawada Tsunayoshi himself?

at first it seemed impossible, but actually what? — you are indeed as clumsy as him or maybe even clumsier than him.

to be frank there is absolutely no one who expected this. not even Gokudera who always reassures Tsuna by saying things like "don't worry, tenth! you aren't clumsy at all. it's not that you're clumsy, you're just confused sometimes! everyone can be confused. it's normal. you're just special and better than the others." (he is not glazing at all.)

and now that Tsuna has an s/o who is even clumsier than him? "oh don't worry. there is absolutely no one who can surpass [name] in topic clumsy." Gokudera holds his thumb up.

but honestly? your relationship is super sweet and also healthy! you always try to make him sweet little things but at the end you end up failing miserably and break the handmade thing. don't worry, it makes his day better and he also chuckles before helping you stand up/clean up etc.

everyone thinks you will break up in the next months since either one will make a big mistake, leading to your breakup. but trust me, this relationship holds on longer than some lives. yes, that's how strong your bond is.

like — it adds extra trust and all to your relationship since you two have always similar experiences with the clumsiness. it just makes your bond stronger seriously.

promise, you two can talk hours and hours about your past and share all the experiences you had. Tsuna sits on the floor while you lay on his bed — the other way around. you two are literally the same but also so different, you both noticed after the talk. it's so much fun, you laugh all the time. mama Sawada's heart swells at the giggles and laughter.

even if you two have to do homework or assignments, it somehow leads to your deep talk and then Reborn has to step in, forcing you to continue your work.

remember his surprise birthday party? the one you blurted out the day before? yeah so no one is able to trust you with those matters anymore — seems like you can't keep secrets for yourself at all. but don't worry, sometimes Tsuna is glad you're that clumsy. he can pretend to be your hero if you ever trip over nothing (which happens unsurprisingly often) and then he will catch you (he hopes every time that he also won't trip).

the only inconvenient time to be clumsy is when you fight — when an enemy attacks. and worst of all is when you two are separated. he trusts your abilities to protect yourself or he counts on his friends, but still. considering he isn't there to protect you and that you are clumsy, he tries to fasten the fights so he can finish as soon as possible.

he can't lose you.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — SOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY THAT YOU WAITED FOR SO LONG AND THIS ALSO IS SO SHORT.

[crazylittlejester]

I can yap about anything? Sweat. So I have this LoZ AU I’m slowly making, it’s set post TotK. I’m calling it Royal Depths and let me tell you most of the plot I have for it. This is so long but I must ramble.

TotK!Zelda and Link went missing a few years after the end of the game. Link died and Zelda was captured by a dark force, who was somebody who was close to her. They became “king,” bidding their time in a slow process to reinstate the monarchy back to its formal glory over several Hylian generations. They made sure to have 7 children each generation, becoming the 7 maidens who each oversee different parts of the kingdom. Later in the king’s years, there would be a “chosen successor” to the king voted by the people, but the dark force would always replace the successor after they “died.” After doing this around 3 time already is when the story starts.

Link, the hero, had been reborn as a Zora to King Sidon. He is cursed to be a middle child. He has an older brother named Blueberry(TotK!Link named him) who’s based on a shortfin mako shark and a little sister named Mipha who’s based on a lion fish, like actual Mipha’s concept art. Link is a white tipped shark. He has singing magic, because I like the musical magic in the previous a bunch. Whenever he starts to speak or sing something else, the magic is ceased. After the Zora equivalent of his 16th birthday, he received the Triforce of Courage on his left hand. The spirit of TotK!Link(im just going to be calling him Tears from now on) also appeared, and tries to act like the Hero’s Shade in TP. Link though, is utterly horrified and doesn’t want to even think of being a hero. Hyrule has been peaceful for so long already. Ganon and Zelda have even been born yet. So he traps himself in his room most of the time. He trains and studies in preparation for the worst, but he doesn’t want to make any more connections. People call him the Hermit Prince, and his family is very worried about him. He also has a habit of slipping out of the Zora Domian in the middle of the night.

Zelda hasn’t and will not be reborn, because she is still alive and is being kept as a power source for the kingdom. Yeah. But, she is able to use some of her magic to contact someone, anyone, and to be able to give the Triforce of Wisdom to them. Enter Helix, a mostly regular adult human living in Lodrum. They’re a friend to the Oracles, who only recently appeared this generation, and they are cast out as heretics by the Hyrulian monarchy. Helix doesn’t really care about that, he’s a human after all. Until they receive Zelda’s message and power. In a dream, she tells them that they must go to the castle and stop an evil king with the help of Link. Very vague. Helix goes to the Oracles and they send him off the Hyrule Castle. Suddenly she’s now crowned as the “true” successor of the long missing Princess Zelda. Her name is now Zelda “Helix” Hyrule. They still like to go be Helix, that is their name after all, but they tolerate being called Zelda by the Hylians. His only goal and focus while he’s here is to find the hero, and kill the evil king. He thinks that it would be Ganon, based on the legends.

Ganondorf, or just Ganon, is only like, 10 years old in Gerudo years, but like 12 in human/hylian years. He’s a child, and is trapped within his home and garden by his mother, who believes she’s doing the right thing. She is not, she’s sealing her own demise like this. Everyone believes that he would grow up to be the demon king, just like he did every other time he’s been reincarnated. He’s lonely and scared, scared of himself and what everyone’s telling him he will become. He’s not doing well. Then, one day, an odd bird appears in his garden. It has a long, sleek white body, with pale blue wings. It cozies up to him pretty quick, when all other animals seem to be afraid of him. Soon after that, an oddly dressed purple-cladded Hylian jumps over the garden walls, calling for his bird, Sheerow. Enter Ravio, the main character of this story.

Ravio is the secretary for Hilda, the Prime Minister of Lorule. Lorule is further along in industrial progress compared to Hyrule, Lorule having 2010s vibes while Hyrule is in its equivalent of the Victorian Era. Ravio has magic, but he prefers to do magic tricks rather than actual magic. It’s more fun for him. He was named after Ravio the Merchant, aka AlbW!Ravio. Ravio is obsessed with the story of the Merchant and the Hero, the story of how Lorule was saved with the help of a hero from another world. One day, he receives his world’s equivalent(I’ve been using this word so much)of the Triforce of Wisdom, which looks like where the Hylian Triforce of Courage would be if you turned the Triforce upside down. So when Hilda shoves Ravio in the now open portal to Hyrule, people think that he could be the new hero. He constantly says he’s not, but is his counterpart and is searching for him. He first gets dropped in the middle of Gerudo desert, and a couple of Gerudo help him get to Gerudo Town, since he looks enough like a vai and he also doesn’t know what the words “vai” and “voe” even mean.

But yeah, he goes to Gerudo Town(which is much larger than it was in TotK), and basically adopts Ganon and brings him with him to Hyrule Castle. Well, it’s more like Ganon brings him along to the castle since there is this royal meetup between the kingdoms of Hyrule. Ganon and his “””””mother””””” are representing the Gerudo, Old man Tulin(he’s so old guys but he’s still full of energy) is representing the Rito, Yona and her children-including Link-are representing the Zora, and Helix is also now the main representative of the humans and hylians, along with the king.

Ravio and Ganon have gained permission to explore the castle, and the eventual reach this big garden with a long river at the end of it. Ganon loves it, he loves gardens, and is having such a good kid with the biggest smile on his face as frolics around the place with Sheerow by his side. Ravio’s known this kid for less than a week but is more than willing to kill someone for him I’ll have you know. The garden is also the place where Helix goes to relax and de-stress, which is not happening when she sees the future demon king she’s convinced she’ll have to kill running around in it. She’s very confrontational, only calming a bit once Ravio reveals his mark of the Lorulian Triforce. She’s convinced for a hot second that he’s the hero, but he’s not, just his counterpart from another world, which Helix just can’t seem to get. Another world? How crazy is that?

Then, they both hear a scream coming from Ganon, near the river. A corrupted, monstrous looking thing that looks like it’s made of fire crosses over it in one step, and the battle commences. They’re trying their best, Ravio trying use ice magic(not very effective), Ganon trying to use his own fire magic(not very effective), and Helix doesn’t even know how to use his newfound light magic properly yet(again, not very effective). She pleads to Ravio to go get the Master Sword, since he’s the only one who has a chance of pulling it out of its pedestal. Then, someone is singing. It starts to rain, it starts to pour down hard. Ravio drapes his cloak over Ganon so he doesn’t get hurt by the harsh rain, and the three watch as the monster screams and quickly dies right there and then. On the ground there is this odd, clearly evil, glowing sphere, which gets hit with a Zora spear, shattering it. Link jumps down from the castle roof, says hello, and the rain almost immediately stops once he speaks. He walks directly towards Ravio, while the group are just staring at him with wide eyes and agape mouths. Link introduces himself to Ravio and only Ravio, asking if he really is from another world. Ravio asks back if Link has been there the entire time they were fighting, and Link enthusiastically says yes. Ravio punches Link squarely in the face.

Uh uh, that’s enough of direct storyline for nowww. The Happy Mask Salesman is also here, and Tears lead Link to him to get a Hylian mask. So he can also transform into a Hylian. During the night, he runs off to the circus, and is a semi-famous acrobat. And he can’t speak while wearing the mask, since normally when he speaks the magic he casts stops. But the mask’s magic is way too powerful for him, so he just can’t speak.

Also Ravio, Helix, and Ganon can see Tears, thanks to the Triforces they have. Link has to pretend he can’t see or hear him while in his normal Zora form. And because he’s a Zora with a Hylian soul, he has maybe gender(species?)envy of Ravio. He thinks he’s in love but he’s not, he’s aroace, he just wants to be him not be with him. Ravio also hates Links because of aforementioned stuff above, and also because Link acts very suspicious around him. Ravio has major trust issues. He also is obsessed with the hero, which is also Link. Isn’t that fun? Oh, and everyone calls Link “Herm” because he’s a so called hermit.

A good chunk of the story is focused on the Depths, and the group exploring it to figure out why these monsters are appearing. Eventually, they find Zelda underneath the castle, Tears just breaks because he didn’t know where she was and that she was being used as a power source, and the king finally reveals themselves as the big bad. To the heroes he does at least, but he manages to convince a good chunk of the public that they are the bad guys, because Ganon.

And that’s about it for now haha. 1,708 words, ho boy. Wanted to talk about this for a while, feels great.

Sorry this took me so long to respond to, I wanted to really make sure I had the time to sit down and read it all, and I finally did so YIPPEE!!!

Link died and Zelda was captured by a dark force, who was somebody who was close to her <- GOD DAMN.

They made sure to have 7 children each generation, becoming the 7 maidens who each oversee different parts of the kingdom <- this sounds like a fairy tale almost and im OBSESSED.

Link, the hero, had been reborn as a Zora to King Sidon. <- LETS FUCKING GO ZORA LINK?????? OH MY GOD!!!

BLUEBERRY. PERFECT.

The spirit of TotK!Link(im just going to be calling him Tears from now on) also appeared, and tries to act like the Hero’s Shade in TP <- WOAAAAAAAAH.

Link though, is utterly horrified and doesn’t want to even think of being a hero <- he’s so real for that actually, i adore him

People call him the Hermit Prince, and his family is very worried about him <- Okay so I’m completely obsessed with your blorbo. I am holding him so gently rn

Zelda hasn’t and will not be reborn, because she is still alive and is being kept as a power source for the kingdom. Yeah. <- DAMN.

Enter Helix, a mostly regular adult human living in Lodrum <- OOOOOOOH

Suddenly she’s now crowned as the “true” successor of the long missing Princess Zelda. Her name is now Zelda “Helix” Hyrule <- WOAAAAAAAAAH

Ganondorf, or just Ganon, is only like, 10 years old in Gerudo years, but like 12 in human/hylian years. He’s a child, and is trapped within his home and garden by his mother, who believes she’s doing the right thing. She is not <- OUGH???????? HE’S TEN????

Everyone believes that he would grow up to be the demon king, just like he did every other time he’s been reincarnated. He’s lonely and scared, scared of himself and what everyone’s telling him he will become. He’s not doing well <- you are so evil. you are so so evil (im clawing at the walls screaming btw, holy SHIT!!! /pos /pos /pos)

Enter Ravio, the main character of this story <- FUCKING PLOT TWIST??????

Lorule having 2010s vibes while Hyrule is in its equivalent of the Victorian Era <- Fucking obsessed with this btw

Ravio has magic, but he prefers to do magic tricks rather than actual magic <- HE’S SO ME OH MY GOD

basically adopts Ganon <- OH GOOD, SOMEONE NEEDED TO

Old man Tulin <- TEARS IN MY EYES

Ganon loves it, he loves gardens, and is having such a good kid with the biggest smile on his face as frolics around the place with Sheerow by his side. Ravio’s known this kid for less than a week but is more than willing to kill someone for him I’ll have you know <- Ravio im right there with you

Then, they both hear a scream coming from Ganon, near the river <- LEAVE THAT LITTLE GUY ALONE /ref

Ravio drapes his cloak over Ganon so he doesn’t get hurt by the harsh rain <- i hate you so much for making my heart hurt over this mental image what the fuck (i love you. /p)

Ravio asks back if Link has been there the entire time they were fighting, and Link enthusiastically says yes. Ravio punches Link squarely in the face. <- I LAUGHED OUT LOUD

During the night, he runs off to the circus, and is a semi-famous acrobat <- WHAT A LEGEND

He thinks he’s in love but he’s not, he’s aroace, he just wants to be him not be with him <- OUGH.

Tears just breaks because he didn’t know where she was and that she was being used as a power source <- i am shaking you rn, but so gently and with so much kindness. But also how could you do this to me

Wanted to talk about this for a while, feels great <- IM FUCKJNG INVESTED

I have no idea if you’re writing this, drawing this, exclusively letting it live in your mind, but if you do like produce it physically anywhere… PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SEND IT TO ME IM EATING THE DRYWALL IN EXCITEMENT RN THIS IS SO FUCKASS /POS I LOVE ALL OF THIS OH MY GOD GOOD LORD I LOVE UR BLORBOS I AM HOLDING THEM SO SO SO SO GENTLY RN OH MY GOD!!!!!!

as you can see i am god’s most normal man. Anyways, THANK YOU FOR SHARING!!!!!

[oldwebmlp]

From: http://web.archive.org/web/20020224000007/http://members.tripod.com/mlpflipside/flipside.html

Text from page below the cut:

In every world, there is an anti-world. Every planet has its cosmos, as Heaven has Hell, each world, each galaxy, has its darker matter. There is no purity without poisen, there is no good without the reflections of evil. As with every smile, there are tears. For every act of good, a crime is committed. For every child born, some unfortunate person dies. And this, my friends, is the flipside.

In a world identical to our Earth, a war takes place. Human lives are of no importance anymore. Only one thing seems to matter now. Death.

Defeated, the old wizard fell numbly to the ground, his chest heaving in an attempt to grab at air his lungs could not reach. He turned his eyes to the sky, to the clouds that had rolled overhead, to the threatening storm. His limbs were weak now; his time was drawing to an end, as were the lives of every other creature who had the misfortune to have made their homes in this cruel, evil land. He had tried with all his might, power and heart to overcome the evil, but science and human technology had overcome magic long, long before. Selfish humans had wanted it all....and they all knew that the planet would not be able to sustain a third world war, yet fight they did. The results had been disastrous, yet foreseen. Weakly, the wizard stood to his feet. I have not been able to save the planet, he thought to himself, but I shall try to help it grow again. His eyes were growing heavy. He glanced around at the few animals who were still alive. Many were weak like himself, fighting for life, fighting a death that man had inflicted on them. But, to the old Wizard's astonishment, one creature ran through the haze, head high, mane flowing in the wind. It whinnied, laughing in the face of death.Why! It was a mere horse! One of the fallen warrior's trusty steeds, no doubt!....it had tricked man's machines of death like no other had. As the wizard felt life sipping away,  the image of the pony remained...and he made one final spell. The world would be reborn. It would grow beautiful and strong. But humans will not enter it's realms. They will not hate and destroy as they had done so before. They would be only a myth, a figment of imagination, a flicker in a wise creatures eye, a distant memory of a history that should never have been. The creatures to rule this world would be caring yet strong, loving yet powerful. Equines. Horses and Ponies, Pegasi, Unicorns, creatures of myth alongside those of reality, side by side, together...in peace. The wizard lost his battle with life the second the spell was finalised.

This world shall be known as Equin.

Welcome to a land that is not all it may seem, Welcome to a world in which reality is dream, Welcome to a dreamscape where mysteries unfold, Open your heart and listen to the stories that are told. This place may seem so far away, far in another time, But if you close your eyes, and listen, you'll hear a music that's so fine, It will appear, if you believe it, in the blinking of the eye, Ponyland will be with me until the day I die. ~ Selena Thomas

Warning!! This site isn't your average My Little Pony fansite. Or at least, I sure hope it isn't. I enjoy writing stories and drawing pictures, but have a rather dark nature at times and sometimes what I write may not be everybody's cup of tea. While there is obviously no pornography or anything of that nature here, I view Ponyland, er, I mean "Equin" (all shall be revealed), as a magical and rather gothic place. While they live now in 'peace' and 'harmony', the foundings of Equin were not always so tranquil. My webpage focuses around my version of Ponyland, and the personalities of the ponies within it are all my own ideas. There is very little 'official' fandom here. I found the 'real' Ponyland too....unrealistic.

"Why do you insist on wearing that ghastly thing?" Trojan asked her, his eyes on the thick, coarse rope that knotted crudely around her dainty neck. She turned away, her eyes focused on the ground. "It reminds me." She said, her voice soft as the winter breeze that enveloped them. "Reminds you of what?" Trojan frowned, nuzzling her, feeling her sad emotion. She turned towards him, then. Her eyes burned into his own, eyes that had seen galaxies explode from mere stardust; eyes that had seen the world before time began. Unicorn eyes. Sad eyes. "It reminds me that I managed to escape."

[fanfictiontrash]

Athena Rensworth

I see all the cool criminal case ocs and the lore that's made for them and I want in!! Athena Rensworth is the character I play in the DND campaign based in Criminal Case's world, whether it's that world or just regular Criminal Case Athena won't change. We all know how the player is like super cop yeah. Like the best cop of the 21st century worldwide, when I was younger, I never really paid any attention to it. Now that I'm older? And with the knowledge I have? Yeah, that's changing and I'm giving a reason why Athena is so great at her job.

Athena is a Reborn, someone who has died yet still lives, was it a resurrection gone wrong? Are you now made of straw? Wake up in an abandoned laboratory surrounded by clockwork organs? There are several other origins but for Athena it's option number 6, 'You were released after being petrified for generations. Your memories have faded, though, and your body isn't what it once was.'

Athena was petrified during a period where magic was well known, over the Millennium she was imprisoned magic has taken such a downfall it either doesn't exist to public knowledge (Criminal Case) or it's limited to illusions and enchantments (Criminal Case DND). She was a wizard at the time, a strong one, having access to 8th level spells she made use of the Clone spell. I'll have a link to my sources at the end which will include the spell but tldr: it makes a copy of you that lasts forever so long as the vessel it's in isn't destroyed, it matures after 120 days, and you can choose if it'll be a younger version of you or not. In all senses it's just you, it has your memories, your personality, and abilities, just not whatever the original had on their person. Athena in her past life had died and awoke in her clone room in her last clone vessel, all the others had been destroyed except for the one she kept a bit better hidden for emergencies, the clone she decided to be herself when she was ten. It'd allow her to blend in huge crowds better, no one pays much attention to orphans, so she'd be able to get away and plan her counterattack. Awoken and rightfully panicked she falls to notice her attacker who petrifies her. She gets freed from stone after so long by the Rensworths, who take her in and helps her try to restore what's left of her shattered memory. All she can remember is that she used to be a Mark of Detection Half Elf, so perhaps she used to be an investigator?

The family goes with that, and they must be on the right track! She's the best of the class! She's able to fly through school, pass any exam physical or mental and it feels so right! Until Athena tries to get into anything other than becoming a detective. Her hands tremble and she can't seem to do anything right, that night she gets visited by the God Kelemvor, one of the Gods of Death. In her past life not only was she a wizard, but a cleric of Kelemvor, who devoted her time defeating necromancers as Kelemvor despises undead. He brought her back due to the unnaturally high mortality rate has been as of late, since a majority were murders plenty of souls were left behind in the mortal plane instead of following him to their afterlife. Athena is tasked with becoming a detective to soothe the lost souls who demand their closure, that is why she breathes anew, that is her purpose.

With her destiny now revealed she does as Kelemvor demands and plans to join the Grimsborough Police Department when she's finished with college. It's after her dream with Kelemvor that she takes a closer look at what she does when she investigates, any broken object that ends up in her hands are quite literally magically repaired, she recognizes the spell, it's the Mending cantrip. Locks are a piece of cake due to another spell called Knock. She always has energy because she doesn't need to sleep, she just needs to sit still for a couple of hours and she regains all her spell slots, she never hungers, she doesn't need to breathe, nor does she need to drink! She remembers accidently eating something highly poisonous but recovering much quicker than any normal man, she remembers all spells lost to man. She can detect thoughts, speak with the dead, disguise herself to look like any other! Magic weaves through her hands with ease, like they did all those years ago. (In the DND campaign her control over the spells is a bit wilder, hence her becoming a Sorcerer rather than a Wizard.)

Now 22 she joins the Grimsborough PD, at first all the praise starts to get to her head, she feels proud to have such recognition all up until The Rorschach Reaper case, as Tess hypnotizes Jones and as Jones almost kills her she feels nothing but guilt, failing to take into account how often Jones gets scolded by the Chief, some deserved some not, and how often he gets compared to her. She's a whole ten years younger than him and caught up to him in rank in less than a year. She tends to act humbler from that point forward, insisting that it's not just her that others need to thank, but her team that sticks by her side and her partners who always have her back.

I could talk about her for hours, but this is getting long, thoughts?

Links under the cut for more information on the Reborn lineage, the Half Elf race, the Clone spell, and Kelemvor, the God of Death.

Reborn - DND 5th Edition (wikidot.com) Clone - Spells - D&D Beyond (dndbeyond.com)

Half Elf - DND 5th Edition (wikidot.com)

Kelemvor | Forgotten Realms Wiki | Fandom

[fictionkinfessions]

The pain of being revered as a hero who saved the last of humanity, having people call you a savior for killing the worst devil the world had ever known... But none of them knew that the "devil" in question was your soulmate. The boy you shared all your dreams with. The boy you loved with all your heart. I spent every day at his side since as young as I can remember, and we spent years sleeping curled up together in the same bunk. The feeling of his hand in mine or his arms around me felt as natural as breathing.

The pain of losing him (again) was like having my heart ripped out of my chest, and I had to live with knowing people saw me as a hero for my part in his death. Never able to confess the truth of all he was to me. To them, he would only ever be a demon. But to me, before all of that, before the death and devastation he caused, he was my best friend. A third of my soul, who I devoted myself to and loved unconditionally. I always will, in any and every life I find myself reborn into. I'm incomplete without him.

The things he did were irredeemable and I'm the first to admit that. There's no redemption for him after this. There's no atoning for what he's done. But he wasn't a devil, he was a boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders. A stupid boy who did unspeakably evil things, but still a boy. I hate how things ended. I hate the fact I was powerless to change it. I regret not being able to do something, anything. Out of everyone I should have been the one who could have gotten through to him. But I couldn't.

Maybe we were doomed from the start, maybe this was always destined to happen. But it destroyed me. It's still tearing me apart from the inside. And I miss him so much. I miss the way things used to be. I miss the three of us together. I want to lay beside them both and forget about the world. I just want him to come home to us. - 🐚🌊⛅

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[femalepope]

DREAMS trying to remember them... So there was an incredibly prolific and horrifying serial killer who was a cross between Hannibal Lecter, The Guy From The Saw Movies, and Walter White for some reason? But people didn't know he was a serial killer. He was a mild-mannered man who lived and/or worked in a hospital/old people's home/something like that where I was a 24 year-old nurse/orderly/technician of some sort. And one day on the job, I was going to give him some sort of medication and noticed a sawn off leg in the corridor. Long story short, he massacred a lot of the staff, and it was revealed he was also a cannibalistic serial killer whose famous chicken pie he'd feed us was actually made of human. This naturally traumatised me, 24 year-old nurse, because I was indirectly responsible for the massacre: left some scissors around him or something. Because sometimes it WAS known he was a very violent serial killer and he was under restraint. It's complicated okay. Anyway a few years later I died in a mundane road accident. And woke up again shortly before the massacre. And I was like okay this is my chance to fix it. But I made another mistake that made him able to do that. And then I died again and the same thing repeated. Sometimes he would kill me, sometimes I'd live to old age, sometimes after I died I'd be reborn and sometimes I'd wake up at 14 and sometimes at 24, but whatever I did, the massacre happened. And I was like wtf wtf wtf. I always ended up a nurse or something like that because that was my specialisation, but even if I avoided that particular hospital, not only would the massacre still happen, it would still somehow be my fault, even if it was in the least direct way possible. ANYWAY. In one of my lives I was at the morgue performing an autopsy or whatever. I know nurses don't do that it's a dream. And the corpse started talking to me and I was like wtf!!! And he said oh you won't believe this but I got murdered by this Hannibal/Walter White/Jigsaw guy. And this keeps happening over and over again so random haha. And I was like well I keep causing him massacring people in the hospital!! Nothing came of it because I woke up, fell back asleep, and entered a different dream where I was moody and sad because all my friends were having fun without me. I went into a random bus and asked the guy in the seat next to me what the secret to success and happiness was. And he said I had to Activate Monk Mode. And I was like Activate Monk Mode??? And he said yeah monks are happy because they're not on that damn phone all the time and they dedicate themselves to their work entirely. Do you think monks illuminate manuscripts with the pomodoro method?? No. And I was kind of gagged and thought maybe this guy in my dream is handing me the secret to the universe and I'm rejecting it because my attention has been fried by the Corrupt Amulet and I don't have it in me to Activate Monk Mode...