#and thought about her whole response to her clan dying

[thebookworm0001]

Oh that’s. That’s something to chew on okay.

Veilguard spoilers in the tags

[blue-slxt]

The Game

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: So this was inspired by crazy, horny ramblings from discord. I just love my man and threesomes are pretty fun (even if they are a monster to actually write lol). All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader x Fem!Na'vi!OC

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Threesome, Oral (M and F receiving), Face Riding, Sapphic Kissing/Touching, Creampie

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Neteyam gets caught up in you and your friend's "game".

Everything about this whole situation was just so unusual. Neteyam couldn't believe he found himself in this scenario. It was so unlike him to get caught up. But he had been distracted. It was supposed to be another regular trip through the forest. But something was different tonight. He got careless; he got distracted. He smelled a scent he wasn't familiar with. As many times as he's walked through this forest, he knew it inside and out and he knew that whatever this scent was, it didn't belong here.

He hushed his own breath and lightened his footsteps as he moved closer to the unfamiliar smell. It was floral, but with a hint of some type of fruit that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Peeking through the bushes, he noticed your crouched form next to the river. Your back was turned towards him and it seemed you hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He almost called out to you, but when he saw your face, his voice was lost to him. To say he thought you were beautiful was an understatement. Your features were soft and round, but there was a hardened edge to your expression. Clearly a gentle and nurturing soul, but a heart made of steel and no fear.

That's where he fucked up. He got so lost in his musings about you that he let his guard down and didn't notice the second presence coming up behind him until a strong hand grabbed ahold of his kuru and a cool blade was pressed against his throat.

"Move slowly..." the second voice speaks lowly to him.

She stands to her feet and brings Neteyam with her and moves both of them through the bushes into the clearing. "Who did you find this time, Ìze?" you say brushing your braids out of your face.

With a sly grin, she walks him closer to you, "We got a big catch this time. None other than the prince of the Omatikaya himself."

"What is this?" Neteyam asks, trying to piece together the unfolding situation.

"Why don't you tell us? You were the one watching me, weren't you?" you say walking up to him and trailing your fingers over his broad chest.

His ears pin themselves to his head feeling embarrassed at being caught and called out. "Fine. So what do you want?"

Ìze chuckles behind him, "Same thing that you want, pretty boy." Her hand on his kuru eases its grip and starts to lightly stroke the base making Neteyam's breath grow heavy.

"It's okay, Nete~..." you say his name with a sweet tease. "We just want to play with you a little bit..."

"How do you know my name?" he asks, trying to not let the quiver in his voice show.

"Oh, you are famous even among other clans, Mr. future olo'eyktan." Ìze answers finally lowering her knife from his throat. And yet, Neteyam still makes no attempt to escape.

"I've been dying to find out if the Omatikaya prince tastes as good as he looks", you continue letting your fingers dance along the waist of his tewng.

Ìze slowly circles around to his front letting his kuru slide sensually through her hand before letting it fall. Now that Neteyam could clearly see her face, he could see that she was beautiful too, but in an entirely different way. Where your beauty radiated nurturing warmth and hidden power, Ìze was beautiful in an intimidating way. She was clearly the hunter type and everything from her posture to her voice commanded respect.

"So take your pick, Nete~" Ìze teases the nickname.

Neteyam tries desperately to quickly rework his malfunctioning brain to come up with some kind of a response. But any words that come to mind, die in his throat before they ever make it to his lips. His eyes just flicker back and forth between the two of you trying to make sense of at least some part of this.

"What's the matter?" you ask, stepping closer and running your hand along his perfectly chiseled jaw. "Yerik got your tongue?"

Neteyam's not sure why he did what he did next. Maybe it was how sweet you smelled or the shiver he felt all the way down to his tail when you touched him. Regardless of why, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in close against him.

Your eyes go wide with excitement and a devilish grin plasters itself on your face. Ìze's expression mimics your own at the unfolding situation in front of you both. You're not quite done having your fun yet, though. You lift up on your toes and press light kisses to his cheeks, his nose, the corners of his mouth, his chin, everywhere except where he really wants you. When his patience runs thin, Neteyam uses two fingers to hold your chin and keep you in place so that he can properly place a firm kiss on your lips. 

His lips are in perfect sync moving against yours, but before you can fully comprehend anything, his tongue is swiping at your lower lip begging to be let in. You eagerly grant him entrance just as you feel another set of hands wrap around you and cup your breasts. Neteyam’s tongue dances with yours where he clearly sets the tone and takes the lead and you’re more than happy to submit to him. You sigh into the kiss feeling Ìze give your earlobe a playful nip. You finally pull back from the kiss leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. 

“My turn” Ìze says still groping at your body that was thoroughly trapped between the two of them. 

She leans in over your shoulder pressing her lips to Neteyam’s and the kiss is a fierce battle of wills between the two of them. Their tongues fight for dominance as you let your hands trail lower down his toned body and you feel the outline of his dick through his tewng. Feeling how big and stiff he is right now has your breath growing heavy with anticipation. Your eagerness clearly overtakes you when your fingers get busy untying his loincloth. 

When they finally break their kiss, both of their chests are heaving for air. Neteyam locks eyes with you and his blown pupils and half lidded eyes match your own. He lets you continue on your mission to rid him of the offensive cloth until it falls while he licks and nips at your neck. He breathes in deep, heady breaths of your intoxicating scent and you make no attempt to stop him from scenting you. Ìze says in your ear, “looks like the prince has taken a liking to you” with a giggle in her voice. 

“It would seem so. I’ll take the first round and then we’ll switch?” you suggest with a slight moan escaping when his tongue glides just below your ear. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Neteyam is so lost in leaving little marks on your otherwise perfect skin that he doesn’t even hear the two of you scheming. It’s not until you push him away by his chest that he finally breaks out of his trance. Neteyam focuses on the two pairs of eyes trained on him. More specifically, on his thick cock standing tall and proud in front of him. 

“Lay down” Ìze instructs. 

His ears twitch back and forth signaling that he heard her, but his tail sways in hesitation. 

“Relax, your highness. Let us take care of everything.” you say tail practically thrashing behind you with excitement.

Neteyam feels like he’s having an out of body experience, watching himself follow your instructions as he lays down on the soft, glowy moss.

He watches on in curiosity and amazement when you and Ìze strip off your own tewngs in front of him leaving the three of you bare together. You approach him from the bottom while Ìze walks around to the top of Neteyam’s head. Getting down on your hands and knees, you crawl over to him and settle yourself between his thighs that twitch and jump under the gentle caress of your fingertips. It feels like you could start drooling when you finally hold him in your hand. He’s so thick and heavy in your grasp, your fingers can just barely fit all the way around. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up his length, you can see Neteyam’s abs tremble with the shuddering breath he releases. Your tongue travels up his whole length and then you take his tip into your mouth. Beads of tangy precum coat your tongue and you hum around him in satisfaction at the flavor. 

The beads in his braids clink together as Neteyam’s head falls back to the ground. When he looks up, Ìze is crouched over him grinning like a devil at him. 

“Ah ah ah, eyes forward, pretty boy.” She says, grabbing his face and pointing his eyes back at you. You hold searing eye contact with him while you slide him all the way into your mouth, making small gagging sounds when he brushes the back of your tongue. 

“She’s doing such a good job for you, isn’t she? Doesn’t she just look so gorgeous swallowing your cock?” 

If your lips weren’t currently occupied, they would be tugging into a smirk watching the prince’s composure crumble. Ìze always loved taking the lead in these situations. Meanwhile, you were more of a pleaser. Nothing compared to the rush you felt when you would watch a strong warrior or proficient hunter melt under you. 

Neteyam finally can’t hold your gaze any more when you shoot a wink his way. It’s more than he can handle. His eyes squeeze close while you continue to bob your head up and down on his length. Ìze takes the opportunity to turn his face back to her and capture his lips in another heated kiss. 

Neteyam moans into her mouth when you hollow out your cheeks and he swallows the small chuckles she lets out. 

When you and Ìze lock eyes, a silent understanding is shared between you. You pull off of Neteyam with an audible ‘pop’ and Ìze pulls back from their kiss and Neteyam is left with his head still spinning figuring out what’s happening. 

“Time to see if the prince lives up to his reputation. What do you think?” Ìze teases.

“Oh, I’m sure that he won’t disappoint us” you muse, stalking closer to him and stealing a quick kiss. His lips try to chase after you when you pull away. He watches you intensely when you straddle his hips and hover right above when he really wants you to be. His hips buck beneath you trying to chase your heat. Every time he comes close, you lift your hips a little higher, keeping him from fully getting what he wants out of you just yet. He lets out a low growl of frustration, but it only amuses the two of you. 

“Now, now, don’t be such a tease. I think we’ve made him wait long enough, don’t you?”, Ìze purrs walking behind you and placing her hands on your hips.You let her help guide you to finally sit down on Neteyam’s stiff cock. The stretch is even better than you imagined. 

“Mmf!”

Every curve and ridge seems to fit perfectly inside of you. Neteyam can’t help but watch you sit down on it and watching the way his jaw falls to his chest is the exact sight that you love to see every time. 

You move your hips up and down at a steady pace, coaxing small groans of pleasure from the man under you. Ìze takes her hands off you and makes her way to Neteyam’s face.

“Don’t forget about me just yet, prince.”

She uses two fingers on Neteyam’s forehead to gently push his head down for her to straddle his face. Neteyam wastes no time having his fill of her. 

“Ahh…”

Both of you roll your hips in perfect time with each other on top of him. Your walls clench and hug around his thick cock while Ìze covers his face in her slick that he’s steadily lapping at. 

“Ahn~! Nete!” you cry out when his hips snap up to meet yours. One of his hands holds on to your hip for more leverage to rut up into you. His other hand holds Ìze in place for his tongue to reach all the right spots. 

“Haah…ah, right there!” she croons. 

“Ìze…” you breathe out, reaching your hand towards her. A smirk crosses her lips already knowing what you wanted. She leans forward towards you and uses her fingers under your chin to tilt your face up to hers and press her lips to yours. Her tongue invades your mouth, muffling the sweet moans you make from every buck of Neteyam’s hips. 

The night air is filled with the various sounds of wet skin slapping against skin and muffled sounds of pleasure from all three of you. 

Your head is swirling with all the stimulation that almost borders on being too much. The smell of arousal thick in your noose, Neteyam’s tip knocking against your cervix, and Ìze playfully licking into your mouth has you quickly approaching your peak. 

You finally break the kiss to catch your breath and notice Ìze’s glazed over eyes. It’s a look you’re all too familiar with from having done this so many times. It’s the look she gets when she’s close. She pants against your lips; the two of you practically sharing the breath. Below her, Neteyam attaches his lips around her clit and sucks on it lightly sending shock waves through her body. Her normally hardened, confident expression has melted away into something needy and wanting. Thankfully, you knew exactly what she needed. 

Your hand reaches around the back of her head and grabs ahold of her kuru. Gently stroking the base of it, you lightly purr to her “let go for us, Ìze”. 

As if you had directly spoken to oher core, her hips twitch and her thighs shake with her release that coats Neteyam’s face and runs down the sides of his mouth. Her pussy desperately clenches around nothing as she continues to ride out her high until she can come down.

Watching her like this always riled you up more. Made you go harder, faster, deeper. It was beautiful to watch every time. She was beautiful. 

Her body relaxes and she drops her full weight down. Neteyam lightly taps her thigh to signal to her that he finally needs to come up for a breath and she climbs off of his face. 

“Have fun~” she says with a slightly tired lilt to her voice, leaving the two of you to finish. 

In one fluid motion, Neteyam sits up and lays you on your back on the ground. He throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you with more force than before. Lightning flashes through your body. Without even realizing it, your tail coils around his bicep in a subconscious attempt to help keep your mind grounded. 

“Ah! Mm! Haah…Nete!” 

“Cum for me, tanhì” he quietly commands you, knowing that he’s probably just as close as you are. 

Your toes curl and your nails dig into his skin when your release rips through you.Your walls vice grip around him and Neteyam can’t hold back anymore. His hips stutter and lose their previously steady pace as thick ropes of white spill into you making warmth spread in your lower belly. 

His lips crash into yours, still fresh with the taste of Ìze on them. It’s disorienting and addicting in the way it seems to drag out your high and make you see stars. When he breaks the kiss, you’re both trying to catch your breath. 

“So?” Ìze inquires from somewhere behind you.

A smile spreads on your lips and you simply respond, “I told you he wouldn’t disappoint us”.

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[orngbananaa]

ooo fengs ask you wanna talk about the fengs so bad oo

yes tumblr user possessable anything for you tumblr user possessable

these are so scrambled my god

the fengs, the fengs, i love the fengs an unhealthy amount, you give me any kind of codependent relationship in media and i'll gobble it up but codependent siblings just hit different esp twins

nuwa, nuwa, nuwa, poor, fucked up nuwa, as a younger sibling myself i relate to the feeling of not wanting to let go of your older sibling in any circumstance but MAN does she take it all the way

you could say that keeping your brother’s corpse “alive” and animated is an unhealthy way to deal with grief but omg who cares omg who careeersss?? (nuwa does)

as long as he's still with her nothing else matters, after all, he's still moving, even if it's wrong and his body isn't holding itself up right, he's still talking, even if it's barely discernible or hard for others to hear it; with those two things in mind he's basically all well and healthy! right?

i desperately want to know more about their life and thoughts before the main plot, we can get glimpses of it–the whole theater and opera love they had, nuwa has her feet binded so she cant walk at all, either hovering on that seat she has or sitting on fuxi’s lap; maybe he carried her most of the time before she got the former

we can assume nuwa’s a spoiled person, comes with being rich as all fuck, but with her feet being Like That i don't think she wasn't a victim of the beauty standards that we know of and whenever we see her in both of their memories she's not doing much but sitting and enjoying any moment she has with her brother, not doing any clan duties apart from organizing banquets so maybe she wasn't planned to have a busy future at all

she relies on fuxi for most of her decisions, she looks up to him a big amount, and in turn fuxi coddles her maybe a bit TOO much, telling her to not mind the diseased civilians they encounter–it's not their fault that they got sick and it's certainly not nuwa’s or his fault that it happened, so she can look away and not think about it, he'll make sure her worries are as minimal as possible

but wow what happens when he becomes one of the diseased? will she look away from that too? fuxi was basically as good as gone by the time they arrived in New Kunlun, so what was left for nuwa then? i don't think she was well versed in politics, so how would she lead without her brother? luckily she won't have to think about that either–eigong’s here to save the day!!

so her brother’s all well and dandy now and they can go back to their usual dynamic, yippee!!

i wonder if fuxi could actually form words even in his state, it's said he grunted out sounds but nuwa seemed to understand him just fine; that is if his talking isn't just one of her many delusions she leans onto so she doesn't have to acknowledge that he's rotting

with that said i have a lot of fuxi thoughts even if his actual self isn't seen much, he was raised to be his clan’s leader and loved theater, his profile said he was frivolous but responsible and i'm dying thinking about if his frivolous side is the one he showed nuwa the most, if he could be as relaxed as possible whenever he was with her and dutiful and stern when it came to his duties

obviously he was the more aware one of the situation with the virus and all and he still chose to shield her from that instead of bringing her attention to it so they could work on it together; it's clear that their relationship wasn't built on equality even if they loved e/o deeply–i could even self-indulgently compare it to an overprotective parent and their child who they think isn't qualified to deal with or think too much about the horrors around them so they simply drive their attention away from those things to keep their innocence in tact

and yet i still don't think he was as codependent with her as she was with him, maybe because he was so sure of her safety and well-being that he didn't feel like he had to crowd her with his presence, she has everything she could ever want in life, right? as long as she doesn't focus on the problems surrounding them and instead on the pleasures then he can be at ease

i will def ramble more later but im tired rn

[mari-lair]

Akane is the only character to have ever been explicitly shown to both enjoy being alive and value life as a whole.

Ghosts envy the living, they crave life, but despite hanging out with ghosts all the time and feeling their envy, many human characters don’t seem to appreciate life. 

Nene and Kou are optimists, genuinely kind people, but they can be insensitive in their naivety. They recognize Hanako killing someone is “a bad thing” but that seems to be the most they allow themselves to process. If possible, they will push the knowledge Hanako is a killer far away.

When his kill is brought up, they try to justify his actions, jumping at the opportunity to forgive him. They don’t consider the act of taking someone’s life away a deal breaker, like Hanako does, because the act is not as heavy when you don’t fully treasure life.

Kou has been able to see spirits since young so the idea of death is muddier for him. Still, he lost his mom, was deeply troubled by Nene’s lifespan, and had Mitsuba vent in tears about how envious he is of Kou for being alive, and yet, Kou still tries to jump off a building, he is constantly too blinded by his own insecurity complex to grasp how valuable his life is, unaware his death would deeply hurt his loved ones. 

He gets better at seeing the value of life after visiting Sousuke’s mom, and venting in the red house to Tsukasa about how much it hurts to lose a family member but I wouldn’t say he is happy to be alive. 

He still dismisses his own well being, and shows a lack of self-awareness when people are worried about him, because he thinks his life isn’t valuable, his skills or lack of are what have value.

“I’ll clean up when I get back” is his first response not “I’m safe, don’t worry”.

It's obvious Teru was worried about his safety here, not the dirty dishes, but the thought never crosses Kou’s mind.

Unlike Kou, Nene loves being alive and has plenty of desires, hopes, plans for the future, and dreams.

If asked, I’m sure she would say life is a beautiful thing, she wants to enjoy her life even if short, but she doesn’t understand the comcept of life and death very well, and that makes her unable to grasp how fragil life is.

Enjoying your life and treasuring life as a whole are very different things.

Unless the person is truly gone, Nene is quick to forgive and forget. Danger is danger, and once it passes, it passes. She just takes life for granted.

When she decided to stay on the far shore with Hanako without telling anyone, and undermined the value of her own life, she was incredibly naive. 

If her plan had worked, and she had died, she would have put Aoi in the same position she had been in: saved at the cost of her friend’s life ‘for her own good’, while also roping Kou into a plan he didn’t know about (you can’t convince me Kou would have helped Nene if he was aware she planned to kill herself.)

She doesn’t want to think about these things, she likes to be optimistic! But since she doesn’t allow herself to really process death, she doesn’t understand life.

She chalks dying as “I’ll be like Hanako and stay in a boundary with him”, she tries her best to reassure herself that she is fine with losing everything: her home, and a future with weddings,  college plans, and jobs, all for the sake of love. She treats her decision as one would a very long trip, a runaway romance.

She had to be told exactly what will happen, how much of herself, which she loves, she would lose if she tried to stay. The idea of loss, of death, is something that she tries not to think about, so it greatly distraught her.

Even Teru, whose job is to protect the living and put their safety above it all had admitted this idea is not something that comes easy to him. 

Yes, he value life, and he understands how precious it is, but his view on it is not that simple: This value was taught from a young age by the same clan that has a history of human sacrifices. 

Teru has a detachment to the concept of death, since he was born able to see spirits and he travels to the far shore, which takes some weight from the idea that “death is the end” while being personally affected by it, since his mom died without regrets, without leaving a spirit behind.

Teru can understand loss, he can process that death is a terrible thing. He is genuine in his kindness to people, but it doesn’t feel personal. He values life but he doesn’t treasure it, he treasures his family and close friends only. 

Saving people is intricately intertwined with responsibilities for Teru, and he is a very arrogant and proud person, he takes his responsibility serious. His professional view on life is simple, almost heroic, but his personal view on life is skewed: There is contradiction to his values.

Dedicating his time to save others makes it so he can’t enjoy his own life to the fullest.

And there are moments when he feels tired of being a protector, almost resenting it.

He would never kill a person, but he jokes too much about destroying humanity to not betray the feeling that maybe, if there was no life to protect, he could finally live his own life.

Akane on the other hand sees life as something beautiful and worth protecting: Something to treasure.

He wasn’t taught to do so. His feelings on it are not complicated, he simply enjoys being alive, and that appreciation skyrocketed once he nearly lost Aoi to the clock keepers.

He doesn’t dislike supernaturals because of a job or a duty, he wasn’t even aware they existed before his contract with the clock keepers. This hate he feels for them is personal, born out of his own beliefs. 

He understands death is the end. He understands how fragile a human life is. And he hates how careless supernatural are, not hesitating to play with it

He has no respect for someone that is willing to murder someone, and he feels strange when people are too easy to forguive them.

Similarly, his respect visibly raises when he notices a person falls into his beliefs. Once he realized Teru’s job isn’t just supernatural extermination, and that he will go out of his way to save lives, his view changes drastically.

Teru was perceived as an asshole, a tyrannical demon in Akane’s life.

And Teru may still be an asshole in Akane’s eyes, but no one that goes out of their way to save people can be a demon.

Even when Akane dragged Aoi into the far shore, his goal was to keep her away from No.6, who he knew wanted to kill her, and to not be separated.

He isn’t happy when they fall, he fights to get back, he’ll march on with a hole in his chest and keep struggling, bleeding out, instead of resting, because he needs to get back.

There is no “Now that we have each other, I can rest”, there is no "Let’s die and be together forever.”

He doesn’t want only to be together, he wants her to live. He wants them both to live. 

Because life is precious to him.

[woodenfawn]

Thoughts on Rem and Ram <3

One of the first ever hints we get to how different they actually are is their little twin-talk routine. Along with the discussion of their "competency" as maids, and the Red Oni/Blue Oni story. And I think it's a really cool little detail!

Rem always speaks first. "Nee-sama, Nee-sama," referencing Ram as Nee-sama is a title that implies respect above everything else. Of course you can tell they love each other so very much but Rem is emphasizing how her older sister is the "superior one", which, I'm pretty sure, is why Subaru says that Ram gets special treatment. It is also interesting, though, that Rem is the one who speaks first in the routine- despite being the more insecure of the two. Ram is definitely more confident in her ability to mess with people and make rude comments, so why does Rem go first?

When Ram speaks, she simply calls Rem by her name, instead of Onee-chan or Nee-chan, and I'm curious about it. You'd think they'd have matching titles for each other, the Nee-sama and Nee-chan or something, but no, they very specifically do not. Even in a conversation pattern where they're playing into the "identical twin dynamic". I wonder if Ram is using this to remind Rem that she's her own person? Like, of course Ram loves her sister- and it's not a sign of disrespect. But she seems to have chosen to address her by name rather than by their relationship, and given how much she wants Rem to be remembered and loved by others, it might be a way to make sure they remember her as an individual. Interesting, given what happens to Rem.

I do think that this was Ram's indirect way of pushing Rem to be more confident in herself. She's always been able to tell how insecure she was, but I don't think she ever knew what to do about it, because the source of their problems came from the circumstances of their birth. Given how may years it'd been from the burning of their clan to arc 2, it surprised me a little to hear that Rem had held onto her inferiority complex and guilt for that long, when Ram cared about her wellbeing so much. I think if they'd had enough long talks about it, it could have healed (at least mostly) over time. I think it leaves the idea that either Ram was unsure of how to address it, or Rem refused to talk about it at all. Probably both.

I do also have my "Rem has OCD/OCD traits" theory because of how she. You know. Decides she needs to spend the entire rest of her life filling Ram's shoes and protecting her to atone for *one thought* she had in an extremely traumatic event. There's also the whole business with her being attached to the idea of living/dying for people she cares about as her ultimate proof of love, and her excessive willingness to hurt or kill *potential* threats to Keep Her People Safe. That's not to equate any disorder to a potential to hurt others! The world of Re:Zero frowns on murder in many cases, but it is far more willing to accept it as a response to threats- it can easily be forgiven with a good justification. The reason I bring this up is because Rem is very willing to act on her own to use Extreme Measures because she is *so certain she's right, and she HAS to do this to ease burdens on her loved ones.

!!!ARC 7/8 SPOILERS!!!

For these reasons, I find it very interesting that Rem was brought back into the story without her memory. We get to see a more unfiltered version of her. She still feels guilt extremely easily and holds onto certain ideas with a little too much strength, but she doesn't put up acts for people and she hasn't Attached Herself to someone. With no memory of Ram or Subaru, she has learned to think for herself and be more independent. It's mentioned that her personality is more similar to Ram's than it seemed to be before. I know many people are annoyed with how she's lost her memories because they want Their Rem back, but I honestly think this is a really interesting and worthwhile study of her character. I almost wonder if she actually would be happier if she never got her name and memories back, if she could live without her traumas, even if she is fully aware that she's missing a large part of herself.

Personally, I want to see her grow as she is, and develop her relationships and mindset and way of life from here, and *then* face her memories again. Her learning to love herself and have self worth and then facing the her that couldn't... that would be really cool, I think. I want to see her and Ram develop a new sisterly relationship and I want to see how it compares and contrasts with the one they had before. I love their dynamic, and I love how Tappei Nagatsuki is treating the reunion of the sisters. I am very interested, too, to see how things play out with Spica, given this is the closest kind of Capital P Protectiveness we've seen from her, in a similar way to how she cared for Ram and Subaru pre-gluttony.

She's definitely got a strong theme of Memory and Sleep as concepts, and I've been wondering if her name was intentional. Along with Ram being the hornless oni. Ram.

The fact that Ram may have spent this long trying to make sure everybody remembered Rem's name, just for her to be forgotten by *everybody*... man .

[snowandwolves]

hey it’s your neighbrohood (i'm not even gonna fix that i like that lol) lengthy ask anon - i am having a shit day but thinking about summer in the lighthouse au with Ava in a tank top and tool belt made me feel better so thank you for that

i have more qs kinda a lot today bc i am just so done with this day but you can pick and choose which (if any!) to answer. hope you have a good weekend ❣️

any thoughts on how Chanel meeting Bea would’ve gone?

did Bea pre-plan to tell Ava at the lookout or did she spontaneously capitalize on Ava already going there?

whose bedroom in the lighthouse house did they sleep in most often?

has Bea seen a storm from the lighthouse before?

D gave Ava new shoes, but did she ever get a new backpack?

that brief reference to Shannon broke my heart - do you have thoughts on how she passed?

do you have thoughts on how Camila and Lilith got together? and how Lilith even learned/chose to barista?

did the “DIBS” moment just come to you in a moment of inspiration or something bc it still makes me giggle just thinking about it

speaking of writing, did you write each section linearly or did you jump around or something else?

your note in the epilogue sounded like you don’t read fic when you’re writing? what's on your to read list?

HI LENGTHY ASK ANON omg, sorry for the late response, it’s been busy and i need a year-long weekend without risking going broke 😂 been itching to respond to this so imma do that now 🥹

1. probably chanel just exposing ava like “so you’re the one she’s been losing brain cells for” and ava just slapping her elbow and being all “omg shut up i trusted you” and bea not wanting ava to feel embarrassed so she’d prolly say “she also has that effect on me” then chanel would stare at them blushing and then say something like “ok that’s adorable. i need a drink and you need to tell me more”

2. she’s definitely been DYING to say it, but then when ava told her that she’s going to the lookout, bea decided to do it there just to give ava a moment she won’t forget 🥺

3. ava’s! because bea’s room is suzanne’s and the things they get up to with a bed nearby is just,,, not for suzanne’s room 😂

4. i’d say yes! though she prolly didn’t intend to. i have it in my head that she just got stranded there while cleaning it and unintentionally gave herself a come-to-jesus moment 💀

5. backpack i think she bought for herself. for some reason, i also have it in my head that she’s in a group chat with her family (salvius clan + chanel) where she asks them for their opinions and everyone choosing the more expensive option and ava being like “pls i’d have to lose a kidney” and everyone in the group chat transferring her various amounts of money and ava just staring at her account like “thank god you’re all rich. now, i’m rich by association” 😂

6. this one, nope, i haven’t actually thought about. let’s say an accident? omg what if that’s a reason why mary doesn’t ride a motorcycle anymore…? it wouldn’t have been her fault but askdnskd ok i hate me ���

7. so this one gave me a cute scene i ended up daydreaming about 🥹 cos what if camila taught lilith how to make drinks before she got formal training for it and start a cafe? what if, while in the process of making a cappuccino, camila just randomly tells her “i like you a lot”? what if lilith fumbles and accidentally burns herself and camila just giggles and takes lilith’s hand and takes care of it, just waiting for lilith to manage words? 😭 WHAT THEN

8. i definitely planned it to be as hilarious as possible but i also didn’t think i’d be using DIBS for it. that was a fun moment to write 😂

9. my writing process is kind of a mess. i do try to write linearly so i don’t have to worry about pacing and transitions and flow. but then i’m in the middle of work or folding my laundry or literally just eating and a scene/line/whole ass paragraph just comes to me vividly 😂 this is why i have my notes app perpetually open. i write the basics of anything that comes to me and then go back and figure out a way to use it if i can. this is also why i have v many fragments that didn’t make the cut 💀

10. idk if it’s just me but i find it hard to read fic and write my own at the same time 😭 so i have,,, a long list actually. literally anything that’s been published and completed in the last 8 months i’ll be reading 😂

anon, i hope your days have been better since you sent this. you deserve the kindest, gentlest, best days 🥺💙

[silverwings-stories]

🌼DaisyClan: Moon 11-12🌼

Moon 11

Daisystar was curled up outside their den, watching the warriors mill around below. Their gaze fell on Woodfur, as it often did. The orange tom was chatting animatedly with Echofall. Woodfur’s shrill laugh rang out through the camp. Daisystar’s heart leapt. Immediately, they pushed the feeling away. No! They thought, I don’t have time to fall for some warrior. My clan needs me to focus! 

Daisystar sighed, watching as Woodfur settled down next to Echofall. The sunlight caught on his ginger pelt, setting it alight like a warm flame. Besides, Daisystar thought, Woodfur is my friend. I don’t want to ruin that.

>>>

Notable Events

Daisystar is starting to develop feelings for Woodfur, but as far as they know, he doesn’t feel the same way.

Daisystar has whitecough.

Woodfur and Echofall meet a young tom named Mite. He asks for the Clan’s shelter in exchange for his healing skills. Daisystar invites him to join.

Moon 12

Pain was coursing through Icyback’s body. She could barely breathe. The branches pinned her body to the ground. Icyback tried to turn her head, but a new wave of pain threatened to overwhelm her, and she froze. Is my whole body broken? She thought, her heart pounding in her ears. Am I dying?

“Icyback,” a firm meow cut through Icyback’s roiling thoughts. Echofall appeared in front of her, and he smiled. “Hey,” he purred, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. Woodfur and Fawnfire are moving the branches right now.” All Icyback could do in response was whimper. Her breaths were coming in short gasps. She was sure she would suffocate.

But again, Echofall called to her. “Icyback, look at me,” He said, “Focus on me. Focus on what I am telling you. You’re going to be okay.” Echofall kept talking, but Icyback wasn’t really hearing the words. She just listened, letting his voice fill her ears, focusing on his breathing, matching it with hers. The fear that threatened to smother her backed down, and Icyback laid there, as still as a stone, as the branches were slowly lifted off her back. 

>>>

Notable Events

Both Daisystar and Fawnkit have recovered.

While on patrol, Icyback is pinned under a pile of falling branches. Echofall speaks gently to her, keeping her calm as he works to free her.

Woodpelt and Mite work together to interpret a vision Woodpelt had. The vision told them about a place where the Clans meet every full moon: a white rock in the centre of a moonlit prairie. That full moon, Daisystar leads their cats to the Gathering, much to the surprise of the other Clans. 

Daisystar meets a rogue and her newborn kit. Puddlefern and Rabbitkit join the Clan. 

Here marks the end of one full year of DaisyClan.

If you want to see more of my work, I also have an alt account where I post non-clangen art and a YouTube channel.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!

[rwqv]

bro mahito was such a good villain like he was the first villain that genuinely pissed me off.,, his writing is soo good i love it so bad but like comeee ONNNN

DADDYJAKU IS CRAZY WORK but i sgree full heartedly

pls im doubling over in pain godd GODDD i luv jjk analyses especially with megumi. no matter how bad i love gojo, megumi will always be my favoeite with his writing. my brother was super annoyed that he kept summoning mahoraga, kept flashbacking to sukuna sayinf "thats kinda a waste of your talents right?" and kept flashbacking to gojo saying hes not using all his potential ... but thats the point!!!!!!!!! hes falling behind compared to yuji and he knows it ... and hes super depressed and hes willing to summon mahoraga so much because he literally does NOT care about his life in the slightest that man actively wants to kill himself... UGHHH AND HIM BEING CALLED POTENTIAL MAN LIKE DID U GUYS EVEN READ SLASH WATCH THE SHOW...... THATS THE POINT hes like a foil of yuji AND a parallel to geto.

yghhh yuji sarcrifuce would tear me apart like i literally gave birth to yuji hes my baby my sonnn ... but i cant lie that would be a great ending

plot twist gojo comes back talking about some "im for real real!" LMFAOOOOOO jk ... as mych as i truth him to come back i think his like character development and arc was at a good enough point for him to die. like nanami's character did seem fully fleshed oht when he died but nobara (at the time) didnt seem that developed when gege killed her. but shes back baby so maybe we'll see more of her (in the remaining 5 chapters ........)

YES OMG UGH the gojo 30 questions was like the smallest glimpse we had of the gojo clan. what do you MEAN his parents are still alive and everythint TELL ME MOREEEUHHH..

did u see getos mom was on the popularity list thing rven tho we've never seen him LMFAOOO i just know shes bad asf

oh my god imb so mad. i wrote up a full lengthy response but i crashed and everythkng got deleted. ill type up what i remember but its pretty bad 😭 i was cooking before it gor deleted

ANYWAYS

i never actually thought of megumi that way holy shit… esp with the fight between toji and him in shibuya… like father: 0 cursed energy, no weapon vs. son: the 10 shadows technique and all his shikigami and he still “lost”. megumi would probably win if he couldve apply himself better. he def feels left behind just like geto did when gojo surpassed him quickly thats horrible

i feel so much more sympathetic to megumi now i feel bad 😢

ALSO ABOUT HOW HES DEPRESSED AND EVERYTHING AND WANTS TO DIE BECAUSE OF SUKUNA INHABITING HIM AND USING MEGUMI AS A WEAPON

i do also think gojos character arc is pretty finished. like i want him to come back but also he feels completed. he was the strongest but he lost (mommyraga saved sukunas ass) . gojo finally did what no one thought could be done, and he could no longer be used as a weapon (not cool yuta 😡) and he died on the same day that geto did + on the most romantic day.. i think gojo should finally truely rest now (with his shitty ass sleeping schedule he needs it)

to add on, gojo killed his best friend and had to watch as his adopted son was used as a weapon to kill him he needs to lay down and sleep. his whole sense of family too is pretty messed up w the clan things and also riko (i think they have a sibling bond but also it seems like he doesnt fully like her but that might just be siblings) and everyone who came close to him died

more things about the clan workings would have been cool too!1 the story only sorta fleshed out zenin but what about kamo? or gojo? like what would gojos parents think about gojo dying and stuff like that? the clans are supposed to be like a big part of jujutsu society but i feel like they barely get any screentime. did he love his parents? did his parents love him? did anyone love him as a kid? how did the clans clash back then?? like PPPLLLEEASSE WHAT ABOUT NORITOSHI AND HIS CLAMMN WHY

my point is gege is leaving so much open like the merger€? more character interactions would definitely allow people to feel better… what about cursed tools backstories? cursed speech clan? international sorcerers? i know everyone was like jjk is dragging on and everything but 5 chapters could not resolve these plotppoints

10 spinoff series with all slice of life fluff now PLS

GETOS MOM WOULD DEF BE A BADDIE all of his genes are from her majestic ahh bro… that nurse kenjaku(geto) relly shows it

OOH MY GOD I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS EARLIER WJOOPS SORRY

[brokentranstar]

You know, she lasted this long, so proud of her.

Though I have trouble beliving they're gonna win this battle, but its fine, this is canon complaint in a way. They sure will die trying though! Metaphorically and literally!

So for this propaganda, I've decided to write an obituary. (infodump, not brief at all)

REALLY Long writing post up ahead, won't blame you if you don't wanna read all that. Warrior Cats canon typical violence:

Cherrykit, alongside Twigkit, was born to an ex-kittypet mother, Morningberry. Their mother has never shared who their father was or is, even when they were curious about it. Ever since they were a kit, they attentively listened to the older warriors and elders talk about their daily and past parts of life, since they didn't have both parents, their only known one being a kittypet, and their weaker physical frame, Cherrykit was deeply afraid of “disappointing” anyone, and wanted to be cool and strong when they grew up.

So when the Clans medicine cat, Nightleaf, woke him up in the middle of the night and suggested sneaking him out, Cherrykit found it a good learning experience, shaking off sleepiness and agreeing almost immediately. Though the whole experience was confusing to say the least, suddenly the healer started a whole speech of how his life went, and usually Cherrykit would appreciate it, but this time the older cat did it in such a way, he couldn't be certain if he was complaining or bragging. When he got back to his nest, he tried his best to understand the situation, taking the better parts with a pinch of salt, and taking the more disturbing parts with a grain of sugar.

On her apprentice ceremony, Cherrypaw was apprenticed to the leader, this being her first time reasoning in her head, that she was special and chosen by StarClan itself to be leader one day, she always liked her chest star marking, but she just couldn't stop talking about it after she was apprenticed. No one else saw it as anything special due to how barely visible it was, though her mother occasionally played along with it, and her brother would sheepishly nod his head in response. 

From all their time of listening to cats talking about Clan culture, praising each other's scars, fighting off badgers and foxes off the territory, same with loners and rogues, and so on, Cherrypaw wanted to be like that too, praised, and be a good, useful member. It was only the beginning, but from then on, nothing else mattered, only the safety of the Clan. Horrifically, they started talking about dying quite often, mentioning to various cats how fun dying in a cool way would be, if their death was anything other than spectacular, they only found the thought a nuisance, not sad, but not beneficial, annoying. 

Cherrypaw, newly apprenticed, was already more than willing to die for their Clan. 

Only about two or three moons into his and his brother's apprenticeships, the Clans healer announced that he has something important to share. When the whole Clan gathered around, Cherrypaw and Twigpaw included, Nightleaf admitted to being their father, in front of everyone, and stepped down from his position as medicine cat. He tried explaining that this was for the best, but Twigpaw and Cherrypaw didn't want to hear him out, in fact, not long after these words, Cherrypaw ran out of camp and refused to come back until Twigpaw found him and reasoned with him.

She did come back, but things weren't the same anymore, the other cats looked at her with pity and disgust alike, pity for the scene she made by running off, disgust because she no longer was just the kittypets kit, she now was the kit of a kittypet and a medicine cat, everyone only looked disappointed, and Cherrypaw was angry, she was sure this would prolong her training, so she trained twice as hard, hunting until she couldn't hunt anymore, fighting strange cats without asking questions, staying for the more difficult forest cat foes. Once she even fought a dog to protect her prey, and she was praised for it alright.

They got their warrior name at the same time as their brother, and they couldn't complain too much, they loved and respected their brother, although they wished their effort would make the moment come sooner. They were named Cherrythorn and Twigwhisker, and Cherrythorn was proud, they thought the name fit them well, they thought the name made them stand out more, even more assured of their special place in Clan history. 

The next big things in his life happened in quick succession, first, he got a younger sister, second, ThunderClan attacked them by using trees… When he first heard of the possibility of having siblings, Cherrythorn was furious, he didn't want to believe it. When he saw Yellowkit for the first time, however, everything changed. Her presence made him feel better, he was glad to play and talk with her, and even if there wasn't a big chance of it, he really wanted to be her mentor, he or Twigwhisker. 

There was one time where even Yellowkit's presence wasn't enough, that was the battle for territory that ThunderClan forced on ShadowClan. Them using trees in battle was surprising, not executed perfectly, and that made Cherrythorn think she could learn it better if she tried. She was spending time with her brother one day, when she announced that she's going to climb a tree, Twigwhisker looked worried, but he didn't try to stop her much. Cherrythorn didn't know how to climb a tree, she's never been taught, and she wasn't sure what to expect from a tree, she grabbed onto a frail branch, and tried to save herself but it was no use, she fell, hit the ground, and broke her leg, not to mention the minor injuries from when she slid off the tree. 

The break was pretty bad, Cherrythorn wasn't technically allowed to move for more than a moon for the bone to mend, but they didn't want to wait that long, they had things to do, so when the pain began to subside, they already began to move around when no one was watching. Standing on their bad leg was out of the question though, though they tried their best. When the current healer realized that Cherrythorn was breaking rules and not listening to advice, and the bone began to incorrectly mend at that point, there wasn't much that could be done, (These cats don't have extensive surgery) Cherrythorn from that point was given herbs for strength, and to get rid of the pain when it appeared every-so-often. 

This wasn't the end though, after he was allowed to start getting out of the medicine den, not long after, a greencough epidemic started, and the Clan had barely any catmint. Most tragically, Yellowkit ended up sick too, and she ended up passing away. Cherrythorn did not take this well, he was hysterical at her funeral, wanting to blame everyone for his sister's passing. This caused his mental state to almost completely plummet, he began experiencing visual and auditory, and tactile hallucinations, and didn't spend time with his Clanmates anymore, becoming a sort of an outcast, he never properly got over it, and when his parents decided to have another litter, when his father went back to being a healer already no less, he hated them and hated his new siblings for wanting to replace Yellowkit, even going as far as saying that one of his siblings dying was deserved in his anger once. 

After this particularly hard period, Cherrythorn's parents and siblings, Twigwhisker included, shared with her that they wish to leave the Clans, so they asked her to tag along. She wouldn't have it though, she grew upset and frustrated with their decision, refused to leave, and called them cowards. And for moons, that was the last she saw of them, as they didn't say where they're going, and despite her tough exterior, and her blowing up on them, Cherrythorn was crushed and depressed after the encounter, as she didn't have many friends, and getting closer to new cats was harder for her ever since her sisters death.

They started spending their time on their own, only coming back to Camp to drop off their fresh-kill or to eat in general. When they were spending their time alone as usual, this was the moment when their former apprentice, Mistcloud, approached them, criticizing their recent unfriendly behavior, and speaking up about how she felt being Cherrythorn's apprentice. Cherrythorn snapped, questioning if their apprentice talked about this behind their back all this time, and therefore was the reason why they weren't asked to be ShadowClan deputy, which caused its downfall, and their family to leave in the process. Mistcloud was shocked by the accusation, and tried to argue back, but to Cherrythorn this was too much, they drowned their former apprentice in a fit of anger, and proceeded to sit over in that exact spot for hours, wondering if the other cat would regain consciousness eventually, she didn't. No one questioned it at the time when Cherrythorn got back somber and with minor bruising, as it wasn't unusual for them, however Mistcloud was never found. 

Life went on like this for moons, until ShadowClan got a new leader and their only alive medicine cat left, which meant they had to find him now. The Clan found Cherrythorn's family, though Morningberry wasn't there anymore, his father and brother tried explaining that this was due to natural causes, they left him alone, he was angry, he didn't want to believe it. 

She stayed on the sidelines for a while, continuing to not interact with anyone, it took a few moons for her to forgive Twigwhisker, even. She never forgave Nightleaf, so when she found him injured, she silenced him and sat with him until he died on his own, everyone was too busy to notice, so it wasn't an issue. 

By the time the Clans changed, and they still weren't respected enough, Cherrythorn had enough of waiting to be deputy. They decided to take it into their own paws, as they still believed they were meant to lead ShadowClan. In quick succession, they joined a group and convinced them that the cats currently in power of ShadowClan are unworthy and they specifically should be leader, they poisoned a kit to make the current young medicine cat look suspicious, humiliated the deputy in front of the Clan and imprisoned the current leader for his ‘crimes’ and inappropriate behavior. They then became temporary leader, making Twigwhisker their deputy. 

His leadership didn't last long though, as the other Clans got involved, finding the situation incredibly unusual. He was dethroned by the actual leader then, and was made to answer for what he did in front of every cat. He admitted to the other things he did then, killing Mistcloud, finishing Nightleaf, poisoning a kit, and tried to explain himself as well. He was only supposed to be exiled or imprisoned, but with all this new information, the Clan cats didn't know what to do, and were tied on the matter. 

The final verdict was to execute Cherrythorn, she begged for her life then, but no one listened to her pleas, that's when her brother stepped up to carry out the execution, Cherrythorn was horrified and betrayed, begging Twigwhisker to let her live as well, it didn't do much more than make him momentarily hesitate, but staying loyal to his Clan and new family, mattered more to Twigwhisker than his sister then, so he attacked, and Cherrythorn tried to fight back, in her shock she didn't give much of a fight, when she landed on the ground on her back, she didn't protect her belly, so Twigwhisker took his chance and swiped at it, making a large cut going from her neck to her belly, he did this motion a couple times, and he didn't stop until Cherrythorn's body stopped moving. 

Cherrythorn woke up in the Dark Forest then, they were still experiencing phantom pain from the torture they experienced, bitter about how their life went, bitter that StarClan didn't accept them, they continue to stick to themselves, even in death. 

THE END.

Meet the OCs: Cherrythorn (she/they/he) - @brokentranstar

Warrior of ShadowClan. She was born to a medicine cat father, and ex-kittypet mother. She was apprenticed to the leader, and quickly after that, her father admitted to having sired her and her brother, from that moment on Cherrypaw tried their best to prove their worth to the Clan. Cherrythorn got really ambitious after becoming a full warrior and losing his younger sister. He decided he really wanted to be deputy then, though he had no luck in it, he wanted a good explanation for why he wasn't chosen. She didn't want to believe it simply wasn't meant to be, so when her previous apprentice approached her with complaints about her behavior, she decided that her apprentice was at fault, so she drowned her. Moons later, when they found their father injured, they kept him from calling for help, and waited until he died, believing that he's the reason no one respects them, and blaming him for their mothers death. He eventually became leader by force, but was executed by his own brother, and ended up in the Dark Forest.

Horizonshine (she/they) - @clanborn

A courier of Brookclan, responsible for trekking over rough terrain to exchange news and deliveries between the clans. A friendly and persistent cat, yet impulsive and immature, with a history of “attention-seeking” behavior. Few members of her clan like them, which has left her resentful and out of place within her own home. She finds herself trapped in an apocalyptic time loop perpetuated by the Lynx, one of the clans’ gods.

[Back to the grade]

[anotherfansthings]

The Happy Couple

Neteyam x f!OmaticayaReader

Synopsis: Y/N’s father was once a fellow warrior to the Ole’eyktan Jake Sully, who died in battle against the sky people. As a dying wish, Sully promised he would take care of and protect his daughter, but what she wasn’t aware of was that they had dealt something of much greater significance. Becoming a future Tsahik to the Ole’eyktan’s eldest son: Neteyam.

Enemies to lovers | Slight violence

PART TWO :

Once Neteyam had began comforting you, your parents had quietly left the hut in the hopes that it would allow you and your new mate to spark upon the new relationship. They couldn't have been farther from the truth. The moment Jake and Neytiri had gathered Lo'ak, Tuk and Kiri from the ending party, a roar of shouting erupted from the family home.

'No Neteyam, I can't do this, WE can't do this. It is beyond disgusting that we should be forced to continue like this.' Y/N exclaimed, now arguing through boiling tears

'Can't you see sister, [clears throat] Y/N sorry, that we don't have a choice' Neteyam reasoned, quickly becoming frustrated 'you either prove yourself well for this clan, or leave with a great shame and weakness to your name'

It then became clear that rebelling against this would not only hurt your image, but also that of your families, who are already frowned upon with the sharing of demon blood.

'Please, there are many believable stories that mother and father can share to the people to excuse me from this whole deal. I could migrate to another clan, far into the skies, no one would figure the lies being told. Then we can both be left to peace and freedom.' Y/N pleaded, practically begging her supposed mate to consider her offer

Neteyam hung his head low 'My Y/N, you know that is not an option'

'There in no your Y/N!' Your screamed, hoping that if you were distraught enough this nightmare would end and you would wake into sanity

Neteyam was quick to cross the hut and carefully grab your arms, trying to calm your ever growing anger, to which he thought was going to make you implode at any second.

You then tried to push him away, wanting to escape and be alone from everyone, but he was adamant on holding you together. Without any thought, you pushed him from your arms and shoved his chest, leaving him to fall against the wall with a loud crash.

The piercing noise sounded well out of the hut, alarming your family who were now running towards where you two were, with Neytiri being the first to find the pair and demand the reason for their noise.

'Mother, sorry I just struck out and-' Y/N mumbled, clearly now being tired from the challenging day

'No Y/N' Neteyam interrupted 'I am to blame Mother, she was upset and I was consoling her in an inappropriate manner'

Neytiri sighed at the growing situation 'Both of you are to blame, you are adults, future leaders of Omaticaya. This childish behaviour needs to stop, you have the joint responsibility of the people now to think about: all that will come with your future roles.'

You and Neteyam shared a quick guilty look, before finding your father and relations join the hut.

'Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, please sit' ordered Jake

Your siblings all look up with a sense of confusion, feeling the tension that was overshadowing the air.

Kiri was unable to contain herself any longer 'What is with the freakish looks on you pair of skxawngs' she teased, but settled her giggles after she was met with unsettling looks from both her parents

'We have news' Jake announced, and then looked at his eldest son, indicating for him to finish

'Yes... news' Neteyam repeated 'myself and Y/N are to become the next Ole'eyktan and Tsahik'

Lo'ak began laughing profusely 'Wow brother, you are a funny kind, this joke is very good'

Y/N let out a little snicker 'I wish'

Jake shot a stern look towards you, 'Watch it child' he warned

Now Kiri and Lo'ak had come to the realisation that everyone was being extremely serious.

'Who decided on the matter, do they not know Y/N and Neteyam are relations to each other?' Kiri questioned

Jake was hit with saddened past memories, before concluding that 'It was decided when they were young, younger than Tuk even, when Y/N's father had passed in battle'

You turned around to face the wall, wanting to hide your face that was now puffy with tears spilling. Neteyam was reluctant to come to your side from your past reactions to his comforts, however Jake pushed his son to your direction. You heard the commotion just as Neteyam reached out to you, but you immediately removed yourself and swiftly left the family in an attempt to collect your ungodly thoughts.

Your exit made Tuk shoot up and run to her mother 'Where did sister Y/N go', beginning the fret

Neytiri held her youngest, 'She has just gone for a little walk in the forest, for some fresh air, that is all sweet girl' she insisted whilst Tuk nodded happily

'Do you understand what is going to happen baby girl?' Jake quizzed Tuk

She was clearly lost in thought, but went on to exclaim 'Yes Father I do!' bringing a smile to her parents faces 'Brother is going to rule all our friends, and then Y/N is going to have a turn'

Neytiri and Jake amused her attempt at what was going to happen, but Neteyam took the initiative and bowed to his sisters level, in order to correct her ideas

'Yes Tuk Tuk, you are very close. Me and Y/N will rule all of our friends, but we will do it at the same time, like mother and father are'

Once Neteyam related it all to his parents, she seemed to understand, but still insisted on pulling her brother so she could whisper something in his ear whilst giggling.

Neteyam met her eye level with a subtle laugh at her excitement, 'Of course, we will have babies just as perfect as you sister'

'Yeyy, more friends to play with Tuk Tuk' she proclaimed, before skipping off with an endless smile on her face

'At least someones happy' Jake uttered

Lo'ak and Kiri had been quietly sharing whispers between one another since Neteyam had confirmed about the idea of you two having children.

'Brother' Lo'ak started 'were you just humouring her when you said about Y/N bearing your children?'

Neteyam felt forced to lower his gaze to the ground to avoid the affliction coming from his younger brother.

'But no-' Lo'ak tried

But Jake was quick to intervene 'Boy don't you dare start, everything we've said is final and that is the end of it'

Not even a second had passed before Lo'ak had stormed off to the entrance of the hut, weighing up his options of whether to convince his parents otherwise or to attack his brother.

'I'll show you great warrior' Lo'ak growled before pouncing full force onto Neteyam

'You guys this is pathetic, if you want to fight get weapons' shouted Kiri, who was searching for anything to make their battle more entertaining.

Jake sighed with his hand over his face 'Kiri don't you even think about it'

After blood was drawn from both opponents, and bruises were beginning to sting, they separated but remained in position, ongoing with their dispute.

'You little skxawgn, just had to steal Y/N didn't you, just like you scared off all of my other friends' Lo'ak complained 'can't stand to see anyone else with something you want'

Neteyam felt shook and upset that this was the reason behind his brothers pouncing.

'Brother I am not-'

'YES YOU ARE, MY BEST FRIEND, AND NOW I HAVE NO ONE` Lo'ak scolded before running off to find you

Neytiri now had a dark feeling of guilt creeping up, being at cause of the 2 shattered and distressed children.

'Oh Neteyam' his mother whispered

The parents decided to allow you and Lo'ak to cool off within your own company, maybe focus your thoughts and realise the greater good that will come of this.

Yet Neteyam felt a need to go out in search of you, less so his brother who he deemed would need more time to come to terms with the new relationship. But what he never expected to find was the two of you closely together... under The Tree of Voices.

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[robininthelabyrinth]

Okay I have no idea if your still taking prompts - but plot twist: WRH IS 400! YEARS OLD! He just forgot. Maybe remembers, maybe Baoshan Sanren smacks him and goes: YO - Mao-Ge what’s up!

“My master told me about you,” the little girl said, and at first Wen Ruohan had no idea why she was talking to him or who the hell she thought she was to do so, but then he noticed the distinctive patterns on her clothing, black and white. They were familiar, even after as many years as it had been.

“Ah,” he said. “I see that another of Baoshan Sanren’s doomed disciples has come down the mountain.”

The (undoubtedly nameless) girl flushed red.

“How’s your master doing these days?” Wen Ruohan asked, lips twitching in faint amusement. “Hopefully not still using the heating systems from four hundred years ago – we’ve had a few developments since then, you know, and that mountaintop must get terribly cold…”

“Did you really curse her to stay there?” the girl blurted out.

Wen Ruohan arched his eyebrows. This one was daring; her predecessor, who had been called Yanling Daoren, had also wanted to know, but he hadn’t been bold enough to ask directly.

“That depends on your definition of cursing,” he said mildly. “As well as ‘stay’ and ‘there.”

Also possible the word ‘really’, but who was counting?

The girl rolled her eyes.

“Do you have any grand ambitions for the world before you die?” he asked, curious, and was even more so when then girl shook her head in denial. “Really? Then why come down the mountain at all?”

“To live,” she said.

Wen Ruohan nodded: he understood that motive quite well. He and Baoshan Sanren had always disagreed on the best way to live out immortality – he in the world, participating in it, connecting with others even if it meant he would eventually lose them, while she had preferred her aloof mountain remove, in which no one ever died but merely ‘left’ of their own free will…

“Best of luck to you, then,” he said with a shrug. “May you live a better life than my shijie wanted for you.”

“And you, too,” Cangse Sanren – that was what they called this one, wasn’t it? – said with a smile. When he arched his eyebrows in silent question, she explained: “You should be getting around to dying sometime soon, shouldn’t you? Your form of it?”

“Mm, yes. I hope, anyway. Surely someone will get around to declaring war on me eventually.”

The cultivation world was far too prone to allowing itself to be ruled by a single person. Last time around he’d been one of the ones involved in the rebellion, fighting against evil; this time, he’d decided to take the lazier path of being the evil himself and waiting for someone to develop the backbone to take him down. Sadly, he’d been waiting a while, but surely it wouldn’t take too much longer. Another generation or two at the most, no doubt.

He couldn’t wait.

“Eventually,” she agreed. “Do you have any notion of what you want to do after that? Will you still go by the surname ‘Wen’ as you’ve done so far?”

Given that he’d deliberately set up his sect to be completely destroyed, filling it up in the meantime with every thief and liar and lecher he could find? Probably not. The whole ‘stick to your clan’ idea had been a good one when he’d innovated it four hundred years ago, but it was clearly not working out in the long run.

Still better than the school he and Baoshan Sanren had once both been part of, though, with its teachings spread out to anyone who could make it in without discrimination. Imagine the awfulness of the rising generation achieving immortality – Jiang Fengmian? Jin Guangshan? Forever?!

Ugh. Definitely not.

“I’ll figure something out,” Wen Ruohan said, then grinned, with teeth. “Maybe I’ll swap places with some small sect leader during a raid that conveniently wipes out the rest of his sect and spend my next lifetime as an obscure and invisible part of a crowd, commenting on everything without interfering or taking responsibility. What do you think of that?”

“I think,” she said thoughtfully, “that you should go with Sect Leader Yao for that. No one would ever suspect him.”

[amyreadsandstresses]

The Parental Unit

Over the years, the fandom has created several theories as to what kind of people could have possibly raised men like Sherlock and Mycroft. And, throughout the first two seasons of the show, imaginations were let to run wild.

I have seen several of these theories; from abusive and neglectful parents, to mentally ill and/or actively addicted, or the premature -and often traumatic- death of at least one parent (sometimes a third family member, like a sibling). The focus is often given to “Mummy Holmes”, whom the Holmes Brothers refer to on more than one occasion throughout the show, unlike their father, who remains unmentioned.

Now, the mentions of Mummy are rather revealing, I think. The first time she is mentioned is in A Study in Pink, for only a brief bit of dialogue (as is often the case for whatever insight we get into the backgrounds of all the characters in the show), and is -as often- one of the many “tools” Mycroft dangles in Sherlock’s face. I always thought that bit of dialogue was an attempt to “keep Sherlock in check”, so to speak. And Sherlock’s response, I always thought, is rather interesting.

Mycroft mentions how Sherlock’s rather brusque behaviour has always upset Mummy, and Sherlock retaliates insinuating it is Mycroft who often gets on her bad side. It is also during that one conversation that we know Mummy is still alive. But we hear nothing of Mr. Holmes.

Later, in A Scandal in Belgravia, Mycroft uses Mummy against Sherlock once again. It appears a simple enough jape, an “I’ll be Mummy” while Sherlock is the petulant toddler. But, again, Sherlock reveals something that, to me, has always been charged with meaning. A quick and humorous “and that’s a whole childhood in a nutshell.”

There’s nothing on Mr. Holmes yet again, by the way.

We don’t hear of the parental unit again until series three, and before we go into that mess, I do want to explore a bit more of what we previously knew. After all, those little mentions and the dynamic between the brothers could be seen to imply that their mother is something of a sore point and easy to level against Sherlock, while Mycroft seems to have a particular tension when it comes to her. Also, the relationship between Mycroft and Sherlock appears strained from episode one, even if we grow to know them better and recognize that there truly is a lot of love there. However, Mycroft always treats (and frankly sees) Sherlock as a child he is completely responsible for, parental unit or not; meanwhile, Sherlock (let’s face it) acts like a toddler with poor manners every time his older brother is near. Some could argue that is simply a common behaviour between siblings. But I don’t think so.

As an older sister myself, I know I have never been the person who teaches my younger sibling the most primordial of her life philosophy (caring isn’t an advantage), nor am I the one who struggles for her to get dressed or behave “properly” wherever I take her. That, I think, is often more the behaviour a parent has towards their child. And that little jape about Mycroft being Mummy only seems to establish that further in my mind.

In fact, before series 3, I always thought that Mycroft had been Sherlock’s primary caregiver, and that while Mrs. Holmes was very clearly alive, she wasn’t as involved in parenting her children, even if she loved them; which is where the strain she has with Mycroft comes from. And perhaps even some of Sherlock’s outrage, especially if he is truly close to Mummy (something I never got from the older Holmes brother).

And then… the last two parts of the show… alright, let’s go.

I am amongst the dying species of individuals that don’t hate the last two series (particularly series 4), but it is very true that the genre of the show changed drastically during 3 & 4, as did the character dynamics. And amongst those is the dynamic of the Holmes Clan, specifically the role of the Parental Unit in the story. Or, more accurately, the fact that they now have one.

And I don’t like it. Here’s why.

During series 1 & 2 the Parental Unit became something of a mystery, a very clear part of what had made both Sherlock and Mycroft who they were, but without any details, all of which allowed our many theories and delightful fanfics. But, in The Empty Hearse, we see both Mummy and MR. HOLMES alive and well, and painfully common. This could have been an interesting take if we had seen the effects that two common parents would have on two very uncommon children, and then come to the conclusion that that is behind Mycroft’s extra care for Sherlock. But we don’t. We get a clever and witty mother, who is also a bit brusque (believable enough) and a rather bland father who just sits there and smiles; and they both seemed rather unbothered about the fact that their youngest just spent two years on the run while he dismantled a criminal network, sure “they’re glad all that dreadful stuff is over” but nothing more. And Holmes Father doesn’t really do anything, again. I truly don’t know if Mr. Holmes was always supposed to be there or if he was just added in so that both of Benedict’s parents could cameo on the show; I’m leaning towards the latter.

And after they fuss a bit, and Sherlock panics because he obviously cares more about his tenuous relationship with John than he does Billy Elliot (or whatever musical it was), both parents walk away. EXCEPT, we do get a little something of Mummy Holmes clearly being the only person that can truly reign Sherlock in, if only a bit. And that’s really the only part of the scene that I find relevant (other than Ben’s parents, but that’s separate to the story itself). Because we see Sherlock being soft, and relatively vulnerable with someone other than John and Mrs. Hudson. We never see Mycroft do that with anyone other than with Sherlock. In the words of the Consulting Detective, how very telling.

We see them again during His Last Vow, while celebrating Christmas along with the Watsons, and it’s all rather… underwhelming. Mycroft sasses his mother and she sasses him back, Mr. Holmes is off doing something nice, and Sherlock is plotting to drug his whole family. Probably not for the first time. Other than that, the focus rapidly shifts to Magnussen and Mary, and a delightful pair of scenes between the Holmes brothers that still squish my heart. But something I do think is clearer, is that Mummy fusses over Sherlock while she lectures Mycroft about laptops. This could be interpreted as simply over protection of her youngest, especially after he was recently hospitalized. And I did interpret it like that the first time, but now I’m not so sure, though we need to reach series 4 to clarify why.

What I do want to note is that small moment where we confirm exactly how Mycroft views Sherlock: a little boy with tears running down his cheeks that he needs to protect above anything else. In other words, his responsibility. I think you probably know where I’m going with this.

Then, series 4. Specifically, The Final Problem. Not what I expected, and a bit reaching, but I can work with it. So, here we go.

Eurus Holmes, the Other One, and one hell of a criminal. Now, I don’t want to focus on Moriarty, or the experiment itself or anything. I do want to focus on her role in Sherlock’s life and, consequently, Mycrofts. Because now we know that the older Holmes sibling has lived his entire life in fear of what Eurus could do to Sherlock, be it from afar or from the depths of the younger’s memory. And we also know that he has been trained by Uncle Rudy to be The British Government and keep Eurus in line. Just like we know he was taught to lie to his parents (and everyone, really, about what had truly happened). Because let’s remember that Mycroft was a child himself during the Victor Trevor is Redbeard debacle.

I do have one question, though. Ehem, WHERE THE HELL WERE MR AND MRS HOLMES, EXACTLY?

Eurus experiments on little Sherlock, makes him “steal from Mummy”, scared the living hell out of him, “drowns Redbeard” and, and I quote “MAKES HIM SCREAM ALL NIGHT” and the parental unit did… what, exactly? Now, this is my problem with BBC’s depiction of the Holmes parents, because they seeked to give us the explanation as to why Sherlock was who he was, and why Mycroft worried constantly, but they didn’t want to do it through the parents and so… they made them useless instead of abusive.

“Alone protects me.”

No wonder that became Sherlock’s coping mechanism after being both manipulated and abused by his sister, watching his house burn down and learning his only friend had been murdered… because Eurus wanted his attention, and no-one saw what was happening. Except for Mycroft. Now, one could argue that Eurus was too smart and could have tricked everyone, after all, she was a criminal mastermind. Only she wasn’t like that at five, was she? Oh, I’m sure she was incredibly smart, but she was still a child, and if Mummy is truly as smart as they wanted us to think, I have some trouble believing she didn’t see that there was something wrong. Because teenage Mycroft sure did. And I assume Mr. Holmes was off being nice somewhere, as that is his only character trait.

But, their failure isn’t only in the Eurus debacle while it was happening, it is also after. Sherlock forgets everything, rewrites his memories, in order to survive; and no-one did anything? No-one thought that child needed help? Because we are not led to believe he got it. All we know is that he was allowed to curl into himself, become prickly and aggressive in order to protect himself, and we know he was often mistreated by his peers (read: The Blind Banker). And the only guidance a young boy who had just experienced severe trauma received came from his teenage older brother, who was at most 14 at the time. Caring isn’t an advantage indeed.

That’s where my interpretation of her fussing over Sherlock more than she does Mycroft comes into play, because I think Mummy Holmes established a pattern of behaviour that we got to look into during His Last Vow; Sherlock got hurt, and the parental unit’s inaction didn’t make anything better. So, what if they feel guilty, particularly Mummy? And so they are soft with Sherlock as a way to make up for it, while Mycroft actually parents the younger boy and has a bit of resentment towards Mrs. and Mr. Holmes for not stepping up, perhaps ever. After all, Sherlock has a list, and Mycroft has a file.

And, to top it all off, we have Mummy’s “then he is very limited”, which, I’m sorry, but she’s got some nerve. Wasn’t it Uncle Rudy that actually incarcerated Eurus and groomed Mycroft to take over? Wasn’t it her (and Mr. Holmes, I suppose) that failed to act in defense of either of their children? Wasn't it Mycroft that took care of Sherlock and lived everyday in fear that the truth would tear his little brother appart?

I am not saying that Mycroft Holmes is in any way perfect, not at all. But I do think that this rather jigsaw version of the Parental Unit is even less so. But I suppose that what I dislike the most is how they are presented. The very common, harmless and relatively sweet Mr. and Mrs. Holmes.

Now, I am not saying that the Holmes parents are bad people either, not at all. Taking in consideration what little we know of the Canon and what can be inferred when we connect the dots, I can believe that they were well intentioned and loved their children. But I cannot believe that they were in any way competent. And am convinced that, when it counted, Mycroft played Mummy.

[thatrandomartistjavi]

So I’m someone who doesn’t really like this movie and I’m gonna like try and explain as best as possible why I don’t like the movie all that much.

This is all coming from the perspective of someone who really likes the Alice stories so you have to keep that in mind but a lot of like Wonderland has just been like sucked of it’s whimsy. Most everything are these ugly colors of grey and blue with only really a few moments of greenery which is very important when it comes to Wonderland. It sucks too cause in promos we see that the shots had more color and it still gave off the vibe of a dying Wonderland and then they just didn’t use them??? Also them changing the name from Wonderland to Underland is unnecessary as all hell and more seems like Tim and his writers thought that a place called Wonderland was “Too childish for their very mature movie” and decided to make fun of the people who think that Wonderland is a good name.

Underland is also such a boring name like holy hell

The opening party is way too long because they’re trying to give you parallels for the Wonderlandians is just ugh to me. Since there’s a whole thing about Alice realizing that this world and it’s people are real and in very real danger, and that she needs to start actually giving a shit. And then try to make that point mute by trying really hard to still keep the parallels up and try to convince that it was “Actually a dream”

Alice’s arc is also like kinda paradoxical because it’s about how she needs to follow her own path and not let other people decide what she should be doing and how she shows this ability to choose is to do exactly want her to do and slay the Jabberwock. Which like isn’t a good way to show her autonomy because she really has no choice, she either does what everybody wanted her to do in the first place or let these people be enslaved and murdered by a dictator. It would’ve been much better if the Oraculum had prophesied that they needed her as a sort of sacrifice for the Jabberwock and then spat in its stupid pages by being the one to slay it.

This one is more personal cause Cheshire is my favorite Alice character but I LOATHE how they portrayed him here. Chessur, as a character, is fine. He was kinda the only character I really cared about. What I DONT like is how adamant they are to portraying him as like an asshole when like he has done nothing of the sort?? Like the scene where Tarrant screams at Chessur for not saving his clan on Horunvendush Day is so stupid because 1. Nobody has anticipated that day it literally came out of nowhere and 2. He is not noted to be someone in a position to protect Wonderlandian citizens so he ran just like everyone else on that day. Like he wasn’t even shown in the flashback(none of the animals were) so why is HE being held responsible for a tragedy that NOBODY SAW COMING!!! The first draft had a way better version of this scene where it’s more talking about how Chessur doesn’t care what’s happening with Iracebeth’s rule because Well I don’t know those people and she doesn’t affect me all that much so why should I care which would actually make him an asshole!! But nooooooo he has to be the one to be screamed at because the world is falling apart and he would rather not here about Iracebeth while having tea with his friends. And Tarrant never apologized or makes up for hos years of yelling in either movie and it’s Chessur who has to redeem himself like gtfo of here

Also none of the animals characters really have much development other than their relationship with the human characters. Like the most we get is Bayard who has a wife and kids but that isn’t much. Like we never get to really see their perspectives on things or history for them unlike Tarrant who gets a whole flashback and shit. Like these guys are being hunted down and enslaved and you’re telling me they have NO THOUGHTS ON THIS??? Ok man

So yeah this movie isn’t horrible but like at least for me, it isn’t that good either. One of its biggest crimes is that it gets really boring a lot of the times

I just watched the Alice in Wonderland live action movie (the 2010 one) because I remember watching it when I was younger and it was a very important memory to me, so I looked for it and rewatched it

But apparently it's very hated??? And bad?? Why? I was looking for some reasons in Google and most of the stuff I saw could he easily disproven, at least from this one specific thing I found (I haven't been looking that much but the reasons seem pretty stupid ngl)

Can someone give me good reasons why it's bad?? Without the whole "Alice looks bored the entire time besides the scene where she was falling down a hole" she thought she was dreaming so I can understand that one

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY TWO || THE ORIGIN OF BLIND OBEDIENCE

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + nitta akari from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of suicide + mention of dangerous acts + mention of killing + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 04 may

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 7.2k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : jamais vu

↳ next episode : the origin of blind obedience 2 

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit...this ain’t my best piece of work, but i hope you all enjoy this episode of the series and good night everyone ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’.

there was one going to be mention but...let’s keep that a secret for now...

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“Kanada Taichi in Morioka, in June. Shimada Osamu in Yokohama, in August. Yamato Hiroshi in Nagoya, in September. These three died in similar circumstances. They were stabbed to death by a cursed spirit at the entrances to their apartments and all of them had filed the same complaint with the property managers several weeks before dying. They claimed their auto-locking doors were left wide open. None of the other residents have any idea what could have happened,” Nitta (your current driver) explained, causing you to open your eyes slowly, letting your drowsiness fade away slowly.

Currently, at this moment in time, you and your classmates were being driven to your desired destination to your current mission that all four of you were set causing you to wonder how much longer the drive was going to be, but also how you were going to cope with dealing with the whole ordeal since it had been a while since you had gone on a mission dealing with the unknown - last time was over two months ago at the detention centre where you had to face Sukuna (a special grade curse).

“None of the dates or locations match, though. Could the same cursed spirit have killed them all?” Fushiguro questioned as he stared down at the Ipad he had in his hands while trying to read all the information that was provided.

‘There is one location they all have in common though’ you thought, as you turned your head to stare out of the window, recalling the time where you had read the same information on your phone during breakfast with your adoptive father, Gojo Satoru.

“Hey, could the cursed spirit be responsible for the doors? Do sensors like those pick up cursed spirits? They don’t show up on camera and stuff, right?” Itadori began to ask an abundance of questions causing you to internally giggle as some of the questions he asked were basic knowledge for jujutsu sorcerers, but it was adorable for him to try to find a solution.

“Apparently, the cursed spirit made the door operators go crazy, not the sensors,” Nitta answered, leading you to give a side-eye to indicate that you were listening to her before going back to peer at the window to figure out a solution of your own about the current situation.

“Oh...Operators?” Itadori muttered in confusion as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“And as for whether or not the same cursed spirit was behind this...Well, we couldn’t be certain from just the residuals. After all, a lot of time had already passed. So we tried to track down any connections between the three, we found that all three attended the same middle school for two years,” Nitta mentioned causing you to stiffen up slightly on the information given to you.

“Meaning all three received the same curse, and it activated after time had passed?” Kugisaki suggested with a thinking gesture causing Itadori to make a noise of impressiveness before leaning forward to view the female sorcerer.

“Precisely. That’s highly likely. So we’re going to that middle school now to question someone the three victims all knew, and I want you four to see what you can find as sorcerers,” Nitta answered leading you to sigh (to which she slyly notices) before you processed to close your eyes as if you were going to nap for a bit.

“Way to go, Kugisaki!” Itadori mentioned in astonishment leading the mentioned sorcerer to flick her hair back.

“Heh. What’d you expect?” Kugisaki questioned smugly.

However, without the attention of all three of you, Fushiguro seemed to be annoyed as he leaned his head back onto the chair seats before letting out a sigh of his own, wondering how he was going to handle this situation now.

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“A funeral?” Itadori questioned, as you processed to exit out of the car leading you to see a few people wearing all black, entering into a building before shutting the door quietly to not disturb the mourners that were attending the disheartening event.

“Is this the home of that acquaintance?” Kugisaki asked as she was also looking at the darkening event that was happening.

“Yes, it is…” NItta answered in a stutter leading everyone to get back in the car since there was no possible way, all of you could even interview someone properly during this time since it would be considered extremely rude.

                                               ꕥ

“Well, this sucks. He dies the same way the other three did. He lived with his family, so there was no auto-locking door, but he was killed in front of the entrance. Previously, upon returning home alone, he reported, “The door was unlocked, but it wouldn’t open,” to his family members,” Nitta explained, as you processed to scan through all the documents through your phone trying to obtain some sort of connection between all the victims rather than the middle school that they attended to.

‘Date of birth 1983-1984...that means they were in middle school at around 1995-1998...Yasohachi Bridge was popular back then, right?’

Suddenly, the car had come to a sudden halt causing you to look up from your phone, only to discover that you had arrived at the location that Nitta had discussed to everyone at the beginning leading you to look up that the building from the side of your window before slowly letting out a breath as you processed to open the car door to go and investigate with the others.

“I asked his parents, too, but they said they didn’t know what relationship he had with the other three. Man, there goes our only lead!” Nitta whined loudly, as everyone began to enter the school premises causing you to halt for a second before you continued to stroll behind them, trying to make sure your classmates didn’t notice your fidgeting behaviour.

“Don’t worry! There has to be something at this middle school!” Itadori reassured Nitta as she looked disappointed with her head hanging low.

“I sure hope so. For now, I’ve secured an appointment with a teacher, so I’m counting on you,” Nitta replied with a disheartened tone.

“Roger,” Itadori replied with a determined smile.

Suddenly, Kugisaki (who had her hands behind her head in the beginning) unexpectedly had a mischievous smile painted on her face before quickly running off to the side causing you to look at her with a raised eyebrow as you wondered what she was planning on doing.

“There’s some obvious punks, let’s beat’em up and set’em straight!” Kugisaki suggested causing you to walk up to her with your hand raised since she was going completely off-topic with what everyone was supposed to do currently.

“Why?” Itadori asked in a confused tone.

Slowly, the two punks that Kugisaki mentioned began to straightening up with menacing looks on their face, leading Itadori to lean forward to observe the two, only for them to suddenly straighten up more in sudden fear, causing you to be somewhat confused on why there was a sudden change in expression, only for your eyes to follow what they were looking at.

“I-It’s good to see you!” the pucks shouted while processing to bow 90 degrees with their heads lowered causing you to turn back to them with widened eyes at what was going on.

“Heh, look at that. You actually get it,” Kugisaki stated with a smug look on her face causing you to give her a fed-up look towards her direction while trying to figure out why Itadori was joining in her shenanigans.

“An aura just pours out, even if you try to hide it,” Itadori mentioned as he pushed his hair back leading you to ignore both of your classmates and you processed to look around the school trying to find some clues while noticing slight hints of cursed energy roaming around the premises.

“We haven’t seen you since graduation, Fushiguro-san!” one of the punks mentioned, causing the two smug sorcerers to drop their act before quickly turning around to see Fushiguro, who was now looking to the side in embarrassment.

“I...went here...for middle school,” Fushiguro announced before turning his back to face behind him to avoid his classmates, only for them to violently grab his face as they tried to make his turn to face them.

“That’s a surprise, too, but that’s not the point! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily demanded, as she forcibly turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her with a struggle as Itadori had a hold of the shikigami sorcerer’s head to make it face him.

“What’d you do?! What did you do in middle school?! No, it would be quicker to ask them!” Itadori mentioned in a panic, as he was desperate to find an answer.

“Hey, Idiot A and Idiot B! What did this guy do to you?” Kugisaki yelled out her question, while still having a hold on Fushiguro’s face.

“We...Or rather, every delinquent, gang member, and so on in this area got beaten up by Fushiguro-san,” one of the punks answered, as both of them lifted their heads leading both Itadori and Kugisaki to let go of their friend’s face in shock before turning back to face him in confusion, looking for answers.

“I beat them up,” Fushiguro muttered as he turned his head back with his now messed up hair, leading Itadori and Kugisaki to grab his face again in complete surprise.

“Why do you keep talking so stiffly?! Look at me!” Kugisaki angrily asked as she painfully turned Fushiguro’s face to look at her.

“What are you doing?! Hey! What are you doing?!” Itadori asked in a panic, once again, as he now turned Fushiguro’s head to face him.

“Wow~ you beat up people Fushiguro, what a drag~” you commented with a hand over your mouth leading the erratic-haired sorcerer to look to you for help only for you to turn away to observe the school’s premises again, trying to gain something for the mission at hand.

“Hey!” someone shouted, causing both of the sorcerers to let go of Fushiguro’s face which led his hair to bounce a bit. Turning around to face the front, you noticed an old man with glasses running up towards you guys leading your eyes to widen once you had gotten a good look at who was coming towards everyone.

“Who are you? Students from other schools aren’t allowed in here!” the old man stated with a loud tone.

“And who the hell are you?!” Kugisaki yelled back in anger, causing you to smack the back of her head as if to tell her to ‘shut up’ which caused her to look up at you with a pout as she held her head to soothe the pain away.

“He’s clearly a staff member. Why are you so combative?” Itadori questioned in a low tone as he began to slouch.

“We have permission to be here,’ Nitta informed the staff member while processing to show the pass that she was carrying leading the old man to adjust his glasses as he peered at the pass she was currently holding.

“Oh, you’re the ones? You’re all young, you need to hang your pass around your neck,” the old man mentioned as began to observe the group of students behind her before his eyes widened once they handed on a certain someone. 

“Fushiguro-kun?” 

“Hello,” Fushiguro greeted, as he looked to the side with a small blush beginning to appear on his face.

“He remembers you!” Itadori and Kugisaki mentioned in a teasing tone as they looked at their classmate with an amused look.

“So this man’s been here a long time?” NItta asked with a cheerful tone, leading you to conclude that she probably had gained hope for a new lead on the mission that was happening right now.

“Probably, Takeda-san’s a permanent employee,” Fushiguro answered in a monotone voice.

“Then I leave the rest to you!” Nitta concluded, to which she held a thumbs up as if it was some sort of encouragement.

‘Abandoning her duty....’ Fushiguro thought, before shifting his eyes towards you as he realised that you had become quiet again, only to discover that you were looking at Takeda with some sort of fondness in your eyes as a small but noticeable smile appeared on your face.

‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it Takeda-san? How are you? You’ve been okay? I wish I could ask you this..but...it’s for the best that I didn’t at all huh?’ you thought before turning your head to look at the windows beside you, only to realise that the same hint of cursed energy was still lingering around.

‘I’m surprised it remains here…’ you mentioned internally before turning back to look at the staff member in front of you.

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“Kanada, Shimada, Yamato...and Morishita, huh? I was shocked by their passing, but I guess it’s been nearly twenty years since they graduated, I remember it like it was yesterday. They were problem children in their own right, though not as bad as you. What do you want to know?” Takeda mentioned with a soft smile causing you to scoff a bit at his comment as you covered your mouth to hold your laugh but to Fushiguro’s annoyance.

“Strange rumours, dark rumours, connections to bad adults…” Fushiguro listed as he raised his arm, leading you to look at him weirdly since it wasn’t the arm towards your side he had lifted.

“Hey, problem child!” Itadori and Kugisaki chanted in a teasing tone.

“...and anything of ill omen,” Fushiguro concluded before closing his hand into a fist as he proceeded to swing it down to punch the top of Itadori’s head.

“Dark rumours? They may have been problem children, but they never went beyond average middle school stuff. But wait...ill omen?” Takeda muttered as he began to think.

“Do you mean that tale? About the Yasohachi Bridge bungee jumping?” one of the punks questioned, causing you to look to the side in interest since you had an idea about the bridge before you had arrived at the middle school.

“You’re still here, A and B?” Kugisaki asked since she was surprised that they remained where they were.

“Yasohachi Bridge?” Itadori questioned.

“A notorious suicide spot, it’s well known in this area as a haunted location,” you answered in a casual tone before explaining why it was such an important detail to note for your pink-haired classmate.

“Oh, that’s right! Back then, it was all the rage among delinquents to bungee jump off Yasohachi Bridge late at night, it was one of those tests of courage,” Takeda explained, once he remembered what he was trying to think of.

“What a weird tribe,” Kugisaki muttered in annoyance.

“What a drag,” you mentioned in a fed-up tone.

“I’m surprised there are people dumber than me!” Itadori stated.

“What do you use for a cord?” Fushiguro questioned as he was trying to wonder how the people bungee jumped in the first place.

“We don’t do it, I just heard some students from our parents’ generation talking about it,” the punk mentioned causing you to nod your head slowly, conveying that you understood what he meant.

“One day, Kanada and the other three were absent without permission. That wasn’t all that usual by itself, but when we contacted their families, we learned that those four hadn’t come home the day before. It caused a pretty big stir, then they were found unconscious under the bridge. They got chewed out good, but all four swore up and down they didn’t remember a thing,” Takeda explained, causing all the first years to come to the same conclusion in their heads.

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“I think that’s it,” Nitta suggested as she looked at all four of you.

“I’ve been to Yasohachi Bridge, too,” Fushiguro mentioned in a serious tone.

“To bungee jump?” Itadori asked comedically, leading Fushiguro to swiftly smash a fist on the top of his head in annoyance causing Itadori to wince in pain as he held his head with a pout.

“It’s easy for curses to take root in haunted locations, just like in schools, so people from Jujutsu High regularly patrol it,” Fushiguro explained causing you to recall the times where you would walk around the area late at night while trying to hide from the sorcerers that came from time to time back a few years ago.

“There wasn’t anything unusual at the time, though. It might be a bit famous, but it’s still used as a normal bridge,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We still have to go check it out, though,” Kugisaki suggested, causing you to agree with her since it was the best for all the four of you to survey the bridge yourselves.

“Fushiguro-kun?” someone called out, causing everyone to turn to find Takeda coming towards everyone’s way.

“Sorry, I was curious about something,” Takeda mentioned causing Fushiguro to fully turn around to face the old man.

“What is it?” Fushiguro asked.

“Tsukimi-kun took awfully good care of you when you were in school. Is she doing well?” the old man asked, causing you to stiffen up slightly before shifting your eyes to the side since you were getting nervous at the fact the staff member was remembering everyone little by little.

“Yes,” Fushiguro answered with a deadpan expression.

“Who’s Tsumiki?” Itadori asked the shikigami user in curiosity.

“My older sister,” Fushiguro answered in a low tone, leading Kugisaki to grab his shoulder in surprise once again.

“What?! You tell us too little about yourself!” Kugisaki mentioned in an annoyed tone leading Itadori to agree with her, leading the old man to tilt his head slightly to the side - to avoid the blockage of Itadori’s body - to discover you making your way to the side of the car, where you were sitting before.

“Excuse me, I also wanted to ask you something if you don’t mind,” Takeda asked in a kind tone, causing you to halt your movements before looking up to find the old man gifting you with a sweet smile that you remembered so much causing you to turn back and make your way towards the staff-member with lessening the tension that you had before walking away.

“Yeah, it’s fine, what is it you want to ask me?” you questioned with a light tone, trying to sound polite to the man, causing him to smile at you.

“Do I remember you from anywhere, you seem quite familiar to me?” Takeda asked, causing your eyes to widen in fear before quickly blinking away the sudden change in emotion you were surprisingly expressing so easily.

“I never been to Saitama Urami East Junior High before, I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m the person you are trying to recall,” you answered with a sad soft smile leading the man to sigh before fixing his glasses.

“Is that so? I’m sorry, the minute I saw you, I began to recall a student that would always help me around from time to time and she was always on top of her work, but she left around the second year before I got to thank her,” the old man began to reminisce, not noticing the stiffness of your body as well as the panic rising within your heart leading it to beat faster than it should.

‘He’s remembering too much, but didn’t I put enough cursed energy into that spell? It should have wiped everything from his memory’

“Sorry, but could you look at my left eye for a second? I think I got an eyelash stuck there,” you quickly asked, causing the old man to agree to help you as he adjusted his glasses once again before taking a good look at your eye.

‘It could cast it now, but the others are here...I could just not use the spell to its full potential and that couldn’t cause him to faint, maybe that will work,’ you quickly thought as you were slowly transferring a small amount of your cursed energy to your left eye.

“Haku-” you muttered under your breath before coming to a sudden halt, causing your cursed energy to waver slightly as it began to slowly move away from your eye leading you to conclude that you didn’t even have the guts to commit to the action that you were planning to go on with like you did two years ago, to which caused your heart to become extremely heavy with guilt as you knew once he entered back into the school, the lingering cursed energy that you had left in the school would cause his memory to fade away, processing you to let go of your sudden plan as the staff-member mentioned that there was nothing to worry about.

‘Nothing to worry about huh?’

“Thank you so much,” you softly said with gratitude before giving the old man a final wave goodbye before entering the car with the rest of your classmates, wondering if it was still for the best that you let him free with his memory gradually coming back to life.

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“We’re here. Koi no Kuchi Canyon, Yasohachi Bridge. Once you confirm a cursed spirit’s here, I’ll lower a veil,” Nitta explained as all of the first years processed to get out of the sleek black vehicle before stepping to the side of the bridge to be away from the road.

“Roger!” Itadori started with a confident smile presented on his face as he tugged at the vinyl cord he was holding.

Slowly, you began to walk away from the group while Nitta got back in her car before driving away and steadily grabbed onto the metal poles the were in front of you - probably built to prevent any more suicidal people from jumping over - and with much effort, began to pull yourself up to reach to the top before grabbing in the metal bar as you pulled yourself up even further.

“GOJO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Kugisaki screamed in horror, as she finally turned around to discover you pulled your body up to sit on top of the fence as you peered down to check how far you had to jump down in order to find what you were looking for in this mission.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING!” Kugisaki yelled (once again) as she pointed at you in anger, causing the boys to turn around to see what the fuss was about before seeing the drastic measures you had taken to find the cursed spirit.

“Woah, Gojo, there’s no need for that! We have the vinyl cord for a reason!” Itadori mentioned, which seemed to be a way of getting you to come down from where you were right now as you turned to look at him before turning back at the ground below you.

“SHE’S NOT LISTENING AGAIN!” Itadori cried out in fear, as if he hadn’t done more stupid and extremes things than what you were doing right now.

“Gojo!” Fushiguro shouted before jumping up to reach the back of your school jacket, leading you to grab onto the sides of the metal bar that you were sitting on right now for support before turning back to peer at the shikigami user, ready to yell at him for disturbing your train of thought only for him to give you a pair of surprised eyes as if he remembered something.

“Get down, please,” Fushiguro quietly commanded, leading you to give him a deadpan expression before turning back to prepare to jump off since you couldn’t find another way to get down there, only for Fushiguro to pull you from your jacket once again leading your body to start to fall backwards - much to your surprise - to which caused the boys to immediately get behind you, ready to catch you so you didn’t hit the ground at all. 

“You drag!” you screamed at Fushiguro before letting your body fall towards the safe side of the metal barrier, processing to land on top of Itadori and Fushiguro as a result.

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Letting out a yawn, Itadori couldn’t help but emphasise how tired and bored he was as he remained seated on the metal railings that all four of you were sitting on right now.

“Hey, we didn’t find hide nor hair of any cursed spirit,” Kugisaki whined in annoyance as her posture slouch in disappointment, leaving Fushiguro to slouch in boredom while you had your eyes closed as if you were sleeping while sitting up straight when in reality, you were concentrating on sensing any lingering cursed energy around the area you were in right now.

Suddenly, you felt something pressed gently on the side of your head before it pushed you down to the side slowly, causing the movement to halt the second you felt someone’s shoulder being used as a pillow for your head leading a sense of confusion to rise within your stomach before you heard a few teasing sounds from Kugisaki.

“Oh~ what a gentleman Fushiguro~” Kugisaki teased, leading you to realise that your head was now resting on Fushiguro’s shoulder since it did seem like you had fallen asleep while sitting up.

“I’m surprised she can sleep while sitting up,” Itadori commented, as she leaned forward to see you in what seemed to be in a state of rest since you made the decision to keep your eyes closed.

“You should have seen her while we were training, she was asleep for so long every day,” Kugisaki mentioned as she began to recall all the times you had taken a nap during your daily training sessions with the second-years as preparation for the Kyoto Sister School Exchange Event.

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As time went by, after you had ‘woken up’ from your nap when in reality, you had given up on trying to trace a single amount of cursed energy from the distance you were away from the ground below - which was where you were trying to go from the beginning if Fushiguro didn’t pull you down - you were now in front of a small convenience store while sipping on a small carton of orange juice that you had managed to purchase as a breakfast substitute since you were surprisingly not feeling hungry at all currently.

“We didn’t sense any presences or residuals,” Fushiguro informed Nitta, who had come to pick you three up after not hearing a single thing from everything, except for all of you being hungry. 

“I see, which means this ain’t it, Guess it’s back to square one,” Nitta replied with a slight tone of disappointment as the most promising lead has been for nothing.

‘It wouldn’t be square one if you just let me jump down to the bottom to investigate…’

“Gojo, is there something wrong?” Kugisaki asked as she noticed you looking to the side with a somewhat annoyed expression planted on your face.

“It’s nothing,” you replied before taking another sip from the carton you were holding.

“But isn’t it bad if we take too long?” Itadori asked in a light serious tone.

“Why?” Kugisaki questioned, wondering why they needed to be in a hurry to finish the mission as soon as possible.

“Well, it’s a famous haunted location, right? There might still be plenty of others who got cursed and right now, the death rates at 100%. We don’t want to see others die, right?” Itadori explained as he answered Kugisaki’s previous question.

“True,” Kugisaki muttered, once she took Itadori’s theory into consideration.

“Ding-Ding! Bungee jumping was all the rage then, right? So maybe the act of jumping off is the key?” Nitta asked as she seemed excited to think of another clue on how to find the curses that were the curse for all these deaths that have been happening.

“Did she say “ding-ding”? Did she really say that?” Itadori asked as he stared at his senior in adoration.

“She did! She did!” Kugisaki replied in the same high tone with the same look at adoration at how cute Nitta was right now.

“Itadori already tried that,” Fushiguro mentioned causing the bungee jump idea to come to a halt.

“Huh?..... What?! You mean you jumped with that vinyl cord?!” Nitta screamed in shock as she began to imagine how you, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki would wrap Itadori in the cord, only for the shikigami user to fly kick him over the metal bar with you and Kugisaki holding onto the end of the cord.

“Hey, there you are!” someone shouted, causing you to look towards the direction in where the sound was coming from, only to discover one of the punks from yesterday to be on a bike with someone behind him with her arms wrapped around his waist.

“Fushiguro-san!” the punk shouted to gain the shikigami user’s attention.

“Who’s that again?” Kugisaki asked as she stared at the punk with a confused expression only for Itadori to answer her question by mentioning the people were Fushiguro’s upperclassman from his middle school and how she was ready to pick a fight with them causing her to suddenly remember who the person was.

“You were talking about Yasohachi Bridge, so...I’m really glad I found you here!” the puck mentioned with a smile on his face with slight sweat from the swift bike riding as well as a hint of fear of Fushiguro.

‘Fujinuma?...If I recall, she was a student as well…’ you thought, as you watched the girl get off of the bike she was on before walking towards the group as her eyes widened at you for a second before turning into complete confusion, leading your body to complete tense for a second.

“Fujinuma?” Fushiguro muttered causing Nitta to look at him with a perplexed expression before he clarified that she was an old classmate of his.

“My older sister,” the punk introduced the girl leading her to bow as a greeting.

“I’m glad you remember me,” Fujinuma stated in a soft-toned voice before straightening back up to face everyone within the group.

“I was talking to my sister about you yesterday, and..” the punk stated before his sister took the reins.

“Um, Morishita-san had a funeral in the neighbourhood...Then I heard from my brother that you were looking into that man and Tasohachi Bridge, so I started to wonder if they were related…” Fujinuma began to explain, leading Nitta from behind both of the people to shake her head as they needed to hide the real reason on why everyone was here right now to which Fushiguro noticed.

“If what’s related?” Fushiguro queried as if he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Morishita-san’s death and the bridge…” Fujinuma replied in a smaller tone.

“They’re not related, we just-” Fushiguro quickly countered back.

“I...I went there. In eighth grade...I went to Yasohachi Bridge at night,” Fujinuma stated as her face contorted in fear as she began to tilt her head down, causing Kugisaki to give a look as she began to wonder how many people had been to that bridge.

“Has anything odd happened at home recently? Any strange feelings that only affect you and no one else?” Nitta asked as she leaned down to face the fearful girl, only for Fujinuma to look up once again.

“My family runs a local branch shop...and the shop’s automatic door is wide open only when I come home. Mom and Dad both say it’s just a coincidence, but there’s definitely something there. It scared me. That’s when I heard about you and remembered the Yasohachi Bridge,” the girl replied as she began to shiver in fear while trying to recall all the same incidents happening to her.

“When did the issue with your automatic door start?” Nitta queried, trying to get enough information as sly as possible.

“It’s happened about every other day for exactly one week now,” Fujinuma replied in a shaky tone.

‘There’s at least two weeks between when the four victims noticed something and their deaths,’ Fushiguro thought.

‘We still have some time,’ Itadori thought, encouraged by the fact that there was some amount of time left to save someone from the cycle that was happening right now.

“You didn’t go to Yasohachi Bridge by yourself at the time, did you? Do you remember who you went with?” Kugisaki asked, trying to make sure there weren't any other victims that you all were missing at this current moment in time.

“Um, so this really does have something to do with…” Fujinuma mentioned in a stutter, scared that her life might now be at risk.

“Just with your automatic door. But it has nothing to do with Morishita-sans’s death. Fushiguro-kun and the others are helping me with my college report: Electromagnetic Waves from Haunted Locations and their Effects on Electronics, it’s a huge pain in my gut!” Nitta responded quickly, before suddenly linking arms with you causing you to put on a realistic fake smile to hold the lie in place.

“But I want to hear from all kinds of people, so I’d love to hear who you went with,” Nitta continued, trying to make the girl calm herself down while reminding her the fact that they now have to save her life before something could happen to her.

“I went on a test of courage with two others from my club. That’s right. Fushiguro-kun, Tsumiki-san was with us then, too,” Fujinuma announced, causing you to halt for a second while Itadori and Kugisaki were shocked at the fact that Fushiguro’s sister was involved in this too.

“I see. Then I’ll try asking Tsumiki, too,” Fushiguro replied calmly.

“There was also another person there at the bottom of the bridge, but I don’t remember really clearly of her at all...she was wearing our uniform thought, sort of reminds me of her,” Fujinuma stated as she pointed off to somewhere, leading your whole body to become suddenly numb at the fact that her finger was directing pointing at you causing your classmates to turn to you in fear at what might happening to you if her statement was true.

“Sorry, but I never been here at all, maybe you have the wrong person?” you unconcernedly suggested, trying to change you from being the topic of the conversation leading the girl to look confused again before gasping on how silly she was being before mentioning that she had never even met you and that she apologised for scaring you.

“Okay, then I’ll escort these two home. Please keep working on the report,” Nitta mentioned to the four of you with a smile on her face.

“Something’s up, isn’t it?” Fujinuma’s brother asked leading Nitta to form another excuse on how she could let them ride a bike back after making them petal all the way here, causing you to turn around and take a deep breath the second they began walking away.

“Fushiguro,” Itadori called out in worry before repeating his name again louder as he proceeded to grab onto his friend’s shoulder, only to see the look of unknown fear painted across Fushiguro’s face.

“Fushiguro, snap out of it, make sure she’s safe first,” Itadori muttered in reassurance, as he turned his body to face his friend to help him calm down.

“I’m fine,” Fushiguro muttered in a low tone, once he was able to snap out of his fear daze but apologising to his friend as he needed to take a step back for a second before reaching into his pocket to grab his phone to make a call leaving Kugisaki to come to your side and ask a few questions for you to answer.

“What was she talking about? Were you really a part of that school? Were you really at Yasohachi bridge back then? Answer me, Gojo!” Kugisaki asked in a panic, as you just stared at her with a blank look on your face before letting out a sigh.

“I’ve never been there before until yesterday, I have never been here at all, to begin with. There is no way I could be at that bridge,” you answered, trying to convert the conversation into something different, only for Itadori to turn his body to face you directly as he questioned you again about your ‘involvement’ in everything that's happening right now.

“Why are random people saying if they remember you then, does your cursed technique allow you to manipulate someone’s mind or anything?” Itadori asked as he needed to understand why a few people mentioned about you when you had said you have never been here at this location ever in your life.

“I don’t have a technique that does that, they have been talking about a girl that looks like me,” you answered while proceeding to cross your arms to stay as persuasive as you could while trying to hide a piece of your past that you had already somewhat erased out of everyone’s minds.

‘If they are somehow recalling some bits here and there...what about Fushiguro?’ you thought as you closed your eyes to lessen the headache that was gradually coming from the back of your head.

‘There isn’t enough time to think about it at all...these three need to get out of here before I go investigate the whole thing myself...that is...if my theory is correct like last time’

Suddenly, you reached into the pocket of your skirt before taking out your phone to swiftly call Nitta to pick everyone up from where she had left all of you causing Itadori and Kugisaki to look at you in complete confusion.

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“Just get in the car,” you commanded in a low and threatening tone, causing the three first-years to look at you in shock before all three were pushing down into the back seats of the car.

“Us three? What about you Gojo?” Itadori asked in a panic, as he wasn’t sure why you were pushing everyone into the car that Nitta was pulled in - to which she understood why you were doing this at this moment in time.

“The mission has gone into a higher rank than what it was previously predicted, I’ll come back once I’m done with the whole thing,” you stated in a serious manner as you processed to push Itadori further into the car causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to be squashed behind him before slamming the car door shut before anyone could escape out of the vehicle leaving you alone once the car had driven off with all three of your classmates inside of it.

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‘If I remember, you go down here’ you thought, as you began to slide down to the bottom of the ground before walking forward out of the wood, to only find yourself in the same spot you were two years ago in a different sort of uniform.

Taking your katana out of the shoulder bag you were carrying, you hooked it on your lower back before taking the familiar blue metal pole out of the same back before hooking it on to the side of your belt causing it to dangle once it was secured onto your side.

‘If my theory was right along, there should be an incomplete domain lingering around here...meaning there is a possibility that Sukuna’s finger is within a finger bearer if I enter it…’

“What a drag,” you muttered under your breath before sliding your katana out of its wooden sheath as you swift swang it behind you, causing the tip of the blade to be an inch away from Itadori’s neck to which lead the sorcerer to lean his head back in shock as your sudden speed.

“Why are you all here? Didn’t I tell you all to go home and I would deal with this?” you rhetorically asked as you pulled your katana back from Itadori leading him to relax as he let out a breath of relief.

“Fushiguro told us everything and that's what led us to help you out,” Kugisaki mentioned causing your eyes to shift from her to the shikigami user.

“We don’t want you to do this alone, you don’t have to tell us everything you are hiding Gojo, just let us help you,” Itadori pleaded with you as his hands were pressed together in a way to convey a ‘please’ to you.

“I...I can’t tell you anything...I’m sorry,” you muttered, as you slide your katana back into its black wooden casing, causing the trio to look at you with worry in their eyes as they were anxious that the secret you were keeping was something that was going to eat you inside as they were already cautious about your wellbeing if the cursed spirit was now going to target you due to Fujinuma sudden assumption.

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After the sudden intrusion of your classmates (much to your dismay), everyone started to walk towards the area where everyone believed the domain was going to be.

Crossing a river or other border - acts that symbolise crossing into the afterlife - carry important meaning in sorcery.

Confidently, everyone took one step forward causing a reaction of electricity to conduct as your foot hit the ground causing it to erupt as the domain suddenly enclosed everyone that had taken a step within its territory.

“There it is,” Itadori stated as he stared up at the curse, leading everyone to prepare themselves with their weapons of choice.

“This one will be rewarding to exorcise,” Kugisaki commented, as she confidently smiled at the scene in front of her.

Suddenly, you had sensed something coming from behind causing you to turn your head to the side to find a disgusting looking creature coming towards you leading everyone to move away slightly as the creature spun in the air before landing in front of all of you.

“What’s this? Someone beat me here?” the creature asked in a weird voice.

“Huh?” Kugisaki yelled out in annoyance.

“Fushiguro, this one’s a different case, right?” Itadori asked as he faced the new cursed spirit that decided to make an appearance.

“Yeah,” Fushiguro confirmed, leading Itadori to close his hands into a fist as they suddenly became consumed with his cursed energy.

“Then you three focus on that other one, I’ll exorcise this one,” Itadori stated as he raised his hands.

“What? You’re going to play with me? I wanted the older sister to,” the curse asked, causing you to shiver as you came to the sudden realisation that this curse was most likely with the others that were at the Kyoto Exchange event.

However, before even one could even move you rapidly unsheath your katana from your wooden casing as you spun around to block the sudden sneak attack that was behind you before utilising your cursed energy to your legs to give you the strength to halt your movement as the sudden intruder in front of you widened their eyes in shock at your sudden speed.

“That isn’t going to work on me again, you drag,” you muttered in a menacing tone causing your new opponent to laugh as they snapped out of their shock.

“Please, call me your mother again,” the woman stated as she smirked at you, leading a wave of anger and excitement to consume your body.

“Please, I….can’t wait to kill you,” you replied back with a crazed smile.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[paintedkinzy-88]

Dragon Balance Au

How.... how many kids would the BSP HAVE?? That castle is going to be filled up. Like is it Momma Nootmare just constantly having kiddos?? Is it daddy noots with the mamas lounging on tentacles or dragon cuddles?? I know there's Cresent that's popular for Nightmare/killer, there's a few cross/Nightmare kids out there.... but I don't think Nightmare is wanting a tribe of skeletons or to be a matriarch/patriarch of a clan of skeleton dragons.... rumors of a dragon army would probably spread while noot is just dying of exhaustion from childcare. I think he'd be the last dragon to get a kids.... (ironically, I think life would kinda just prefer to be aunty life for now. Fluffy babies would be cute, but there's too many babies tumbling around.)

Or is that scenario just a really bad nightmare that Noot wakes up sweating from.

Honestly something I’ve thought about often chjsnfjsn. Cuz I agree, I don’t think any of them would want a ton of kiddos, and Night would definitely have to work through some of his own shit before he felt comfortable with babybones, but at the same time they’d probably have the most outta everyone, especially considering its not just Noots having the kids between the six of them o o f

Crescent is a definite, mostly cuz I like his dynamic with the fam and I’d like to see a kinda water dragon ish design with him. Lux would also be there, I love her. I feel like Horror and Night would have a kid??? Cuz Horror was his first hoard?? Maybe HorrorDust??? I’d love a Kross and/or Driller child ;-;

Long and short of it: idk. XD I’m not giving them an army of baby bones, one for every possible ship duo (or fuckin more, this isn’t even taking into account more than two of them could have a single fuckin kid cuz ✨magic✨), but they’re also not gonna just stop at 1 or 2 lmao. They’ll be responsible about it, waiting a while before having any more so they don’t have a zillion toddlers to take care of at once, but I can promise they won’t have more than like 8.

Ima just. Ima focus on Crescent and Lux for now, they be the first ones. BSP and Dream wouldn’t have another until they were at least 4.

I feel like it seems like a lot of kiddos, but y’know Night has a whole ass castle and six parents plus Aunty Life I think they’d be alright if they played it smart—

[the-crow-binary]

Benedict-Birth p2

The sun was shining bright, like the day was the same as any other. But in the Belmont household, nothing was like the other days. None of the family members had been able to find sleep, this night. The mother, Céleste, had been on the verge of death since the birth of the child, leaving his husband Alexandre worrying so much he had been unable to take care of their son. Son he was just as terrified of.

Simon took the responsability of taking care of the baby while his own children attended to the dying mother, doing all they could to save her, all night long and a good part of the day, now, too. The child’s aura was smaller than before, but the darkness in it could still be perceived by anyone with a bit of sensitivity to magic.

There was no doubt in the hunter’s heart ; this child was cursed. And the first thought he had was that no one can ever know about it. He doesn’t want to inflict on his children and grandchildren the pain he, and all of their ancestors, had to go through. They were finally accepted by the people, even loved, they built a whole village around them… this baby was a danger on their clan’s name, as much as it hurt him to think about.

« How could this happen… » he wondered, his heart aching for the poor, sleeping baby in his arms. He was so innocent, so small, his life was barely starting… but where was it leading him to ? Simon gritted his teeth as he asked himself. Why ? Why was it happening ? Their family have been nothing but good, they made it their clan’s goal to protect the people, they never stopped hunting the creatures of the night, they killed Dracula four times now, he himself did it twice… thinking about it made his heart drop. Was this curse his fault ? Did Dracula’s curse on him, all those years ago, had longer, lasting effects than he thought ? It couldn’t be… he broke it already. And why would it affect his grandchild, instead of one of his direct children ?

« Father. »

Simon raised his head, his eyes meeting with those of his second son. The lack of sleep could be seen on his face, and yet, he was smiling.

« Ethan, please, tell me you have good news to share… »

« Céleste just woke up. She’s exhausted, but she’ll live. »

Simon felt a weight getting off his chest, and his shoulders relaxed a bit. « Oh thank God… » he sighed in relief.

« She wants to see her baby… »

He tensed back up immediately.

« Does she know about his... aura ? »

« Alexandre told her, but… she won’t believe him. She won’t believe any of us, before she sees him herself. »

The old hunter sighed once again, then got up. He can understand her. No parent would want to believe their own baby was destined for evil, doomed from the moment they were born. He still struggled with the thought, even after what he had felt.

The time he makes it to the bedroom, the baby already started crying. Céleste, half-sitting in her bed, turned her head to them, her face lighting up when she see her child for the first time. Alexandre was sitting on a chair, holding her hand, his sister Jeanne keeping one of hers on his back. As Simon approached them, the mother let go of her husband’s hand, in favor of extend her arms in their direction, ready to welcome her baby.

« My son, come here, it’s okay… »

Simon gave him to her, accompanying her movements until Benedict was safely placed against her chest.

« Shhh, everything is fine, mama is here now, my baby… » she whispers, her finger gently caressing the cheek of her firstborn.  But soon enough, her proud, loving eyes began filling with tears, and a first sob escaped her throat.

« No, no it can’t be… »

She barely feels her husband’s hand caressing her shoulder, grief growing in her chest as the realisation kicks in.

« It… It must be because i’m so tired… »

« My love… » softly called Alexandre. « You’re not imagining things, i’m afraid… »

The new mother’s cries soon join her baby’s very own, as it becomes clearer and clearer that her husband wasn’t lying to her. She could fee lit, the evil emanating from her own boy… Alexandre is quick to embrace her, his own tears joining theirs as he tightly hug his wife and their son.

Looking at them, Simon couldn’t help but feel like they were mourning the loss of a child.