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avidaraku · 1 year ago

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Hi!!!! ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

welcome to my pinned post I honestly still dont know what to do with my blog like ever but still :) nice stuff. This blog contains whatever the fuck I reblog, including fandom and 18+ stuff - I do not tag my porn reblogs so if you're following me for fandom things, this is an all in one blog bc i do what i want <3 you are warned! leave if you dislike my beloved freak blog

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just be nice and kind babygirls, that's all i ask of <3 human decency lets go!!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

my ao3 account is https://archiveofourown.org/users/Daimashiko :) I like writing porn, my brain is constantly on khr mode :) I also never have any consistent name for my accounts, so thats also why my names are different. Hi to any discord friends who know me from well, discord <3 im sure u guys are familiar with my socials in this case

TAGS. ─=≡Σ((( つ＞＜)つ／(＞×＜)＼

#my art (very self explanatory I am not a creative person with names?? sorryyyyy - i also considered making my art tag into artvidaraku but like. thats too much effort jklsjgkldKJDF:SJ:JKL:JK:LDG ;;)

#khr (that is my main fandom ofc <333 - overlaps with my art but also other people's khr stuff so haha... its a mess but oh well)

#poll (i like answering them! or just reblogging polls i wanted to volunteer in but its too late </3)

#lotta tags (i tend to comment a lot in tags but these are the ones where i usually write like. a lot of commentary to the point im like ohhhh i should tag this right? curious if anyone's ever went through them but also i've never talked abt these things so. oopsssss <3 - lot of it is kinda sad / depressing but usually i am pretty reflective. kinda?)

#animals (self explanatory. i love me some fucking creatures. respect nature babygirls i adore them fellas <3)

#tumblr classic (i love getting to see the classics / things i'd personally consider a classic on my feed)

#fandom (this one's pretty commonly used! yadda yadda, talks abt fanfic and stuff / sometimes i get disappointed with fandom but that's not new lol)

#fashion (i don't use this as much as I should be?? but if you want to check out what i think is fun / a vibe <3)

#avidarecs (****i literally just made this on impulse so there's not much rn but i want to share more of my recs for things in general! fandom / songs / whatever other thing comes to mind?***// will probably be rarely used? but you never know~)

there might be more tags I haven't included but from the top of my head this is it?? Might add more, i have no clue. But anyways back to my other interests and what I'm into!

media i like: khr (its number one bc i am unable to pry reborn's hands on my stupid silly little soul so i cannot escape even if i wanted to), slay the princess + scarlet hollow (games made by the same studio. i love the art and vibes sooo much and also the fanart is sooo beautiful), Jenna Marbles (i've been obsessed w her stuff recently and I hope she's having a good time w her dogs and Julien :), kpop (honestly its only just loona bc im tired and feel old as fuck despite only being in my 20s so i am not gonna get into another thing lol), and sanrio!!! i love my melody she's a cutie patootie <3

-probably more stuff I like but this post would be a lot longer

I'm certain its obvious but I am a proshipper (also i am always in rarepair hell girl HELP. but also i will chain myself to that random mix of characters without prompting. ah....), if you don't like proshippers, leave my page and block me <3

But anyways my fav tropes (i definitely have more i just cant think of them but in general im chill with lots of stuff!)

incest (i am so fr when i say somehow i always revolve around incest ships they're just soooo good. my brain is absolutely destroyed in favor of tasty fucking food. shout out to incest shippers you guys rock luv yall :3)

age gap / size difference (these tropes are lovers and they're already fucking each other within one yard of each other. good fucking food yk?)

any toxic/problematic food (necro + lolisho rights!!!) in general. i am just. yeahhhhhhhhhhh MMMM LOAD THAT SHIT UP. i also have very little memory but still whatever

genderbend - i know it's a dwindling trope in popularity but there is nothing better than mindlessly turning a guy chara into a girl like wow..... so hot.... <3 this has also been a long time trope i've adored and i'll probably never stop using it bc its just that good for me <3 mmm. girls. cute.

monsterfucker stuff is great! (does this include animal hybrids? im going to include it with that soooo)

i think this is enough, but also before you go explore whatever maze my blog is in bc i cant be bothered enough by my blog, i will also reblog things in tandem to politics / real world things (I support Palestine <3). Am American. Am Mess. But I hope the world is kinder even just a little bit more. This world is cruel, but I hope we can continue to offer each other support and love, even when times are harrowing as always.

(っ ᵔ◡ᵔ)っ have a hug/kiss!!!! (i like gifs hehe)

#get to know me #it feels weird updating this post bc i originally made this pinned post on a whim just to tell ppl abt my ao3 lol #has a lot more details than i thought but i think this showcases my personality pretty well! probably? <3 #i do whatever the fuck on this blog. if u follow me i dont know why you're here but i appreciate u anyways

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ciaossu-imagines · 10 months ago

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Personalization prompt #1 – Nix

So, for the reader appreciation day of the event, I used the first personalization prompt for the lovely Nix, who is always so encouraging! Their frequent likes of my posts and the asks they send in always make me smile, keep me encouraged and inspired to write, and I hope these little things help put a smile on their face and communicate some of my thanks to them 😊 Since I was already doing self-shipping headcanons for them in the KHR universe, I wanted to do a little something different for this prompt and, though I don’t know if they’re a fan of the series, because I can easily see them in this universe, this prompt is set in the Servamp universe!

Siblings: You have no canon character siblings, though I feel you have a younger sister in this canon. Best friend: Licht, Lawless, Crantz, Misono, Kuro Frenemies/Enemies: I do feel like you would be a little frightened by Tsubaki and his crew, just because of the things they have done in the storyline to people you so dearly care about, and while you’re scared, you’re willing to do everything you can to help protect your precious people. Also, while you and Lawless are quite close and you do grow a fondness for him, I do see the two of you initially having a hard time connecting with each other, but you eventually saw the good in each other, especially as Lawless becomes more open and accepting of the world. Crushes on You: I do think Licht had a childhood crush on you that you never realized. I also think you had some romantic feelings for him as a young teen that he never realized you had and so nothing ever came out of it, not that either of you would’ve risked the potential damage to your friendship anyway. First Romantic Relationship: Niccolo Carpediem Lost Virginity To: Eventually, I do see it being with Nicco, though neither of you are rushing into anything. Married/In A Committed Relationship With: Niccolo Carpediem Cockblocked by: Ildio, Cappuccino, the whole of Nicco’s family…neither of you can get too upset at them when they do though, because they’re normally both sorry, embarrassed if they obviously interrupted something, and either have something important to talk about or really did just miss spending time with the two of you. Affiliation: Civilian

Special Abilities: I do think you had the capacity to use magic that you never realized until the events of the story, mostly because you had little reason to. However, your output is very low, so you’re mostly only able to use magic tools like keys for defensive purposes.

5 Headcanons About Your Life:

You and Licht are childhood friends, right back to the sandbox days. The two of you really connected over a shared love of music and you support his music career wholeheartedly. You head to Japan to attend one of his concerts and that’s how you end up in the storyline and because of Licht and Lawless being Eve and Servamp, it’s how you eventually end up meeting the other Servamps and Eve.

Licht is one of the few people you’re confident enough to play and sing in front of, at least at first, and nothing makes him happier than to have you accompany him while he’s playing, either at another piano or with your guitar. He definitely encourages your playing and is always willing to give you helpful hints and to share new sheet music with you that he thinks you might enjoy.

Given Nicco’s love of music and dancing, when the two of you become close, you do grow confident enough to play for him and he loves finding you sheet music for his favourite songs, so that he can sing along while you play them.

Kuro and you definitely end up having days where the two of you just laze around, chilling at home, snacking and watching anime together. He’ll gladly introduce you to some of his favourites and enjoys it when you sit and play video games with him. Mahiru, however…yeah, he only allows the two of you to be lazy at his house for so long, haha.

Your caring and protective nature endears you to a lot of people, especially Misono, who hasn’t really had someone like you in his life. Because of that, and due to the fact that you don’t take his hesitation with crowds, his awkwardness with socializing and his early sleeping hours as bad things, he really does treasure your friendship. However, he doesn’t always know how to show it the best and so he might go through a phase where he buys you much too expensive gifts to compensate for not knowing what to say. Given your very money-conscious and frugal person, you understandably do reject these gifts and do everything you can to assure him that he doesn’t need to buy your friendship, that you’re happy with him just as he is.

#unrequested prompts #nix #servamp #servamp reader insert

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what-the-fuck-khr · 5 years ago

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we got our PS2 up and running,,, Singstar,,, nostalgia also I can’t singjfjdjdjd

#WHAT A FUCKIN THROWBACK JESUS #ITS BEEN SO LONG....#imagine the feeling vaguky hearing my own voice on tv #absolutely not #i cannot hit higher notes my voice is a low register so like. no #anyway what old songs gosh... cant fight the moonlight...#complicated...#little world of our own...#god #not khr related #ooc

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kbuefox · 3 years ago

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Okay, so this is a long shot, but I'll try it anyway. Years and years ago, there used to be this video on YouTube called "Tsunayoshi's Tale". It was a Kateyo Hitman Reborn (KHR) AMV that used the song "Terrified" by Story of the Year. It was awesome and it fit so well and it made me tear up everytime. It's not on YouTube anymore and I can't find it anywhere. I don't know if it was taken down for copyright reasons or if the channel that posted it just doesn't exist anymore. I don't even remember the channel name.. I was wondering if any KHR fans have seen it or know who originally posted it and if they still have that video. Like I said, this is a long shot, but I've been rewatching KHR and I started thinking about it again.

#reborn khr #katekyo hitman reborn #katekyo home tutor #KHR #sawada tsunayoshi #Tsunayoshi's Tale #Reborn #yamamoto takeshi #gokudera hayato #hibari kyoya #lambo bovino #chrome dokuro #rokudo mukuro #sasagawa ryohei #vongola

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queenmina37 · 3 years ago

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Oh, I like hearing writers' talks about their future fanfictions. Do you have any other ideas for bnha and khr? - Bermuda/Nedzu anon

Oh yeah, absolutely! I have several other stories that are BNHA and KHR crossovers!

There's Debrief With God, in which quirks are a side effect of the Tri-ni-sette changing form at the end of KHR. Tsuna and Byakuran end up getting reincarnated as Izuku and Hawks. Kawahira is also still around, and a god? Basically, the idea is that Izuku and Hawks, as the heirs/owners of Vongola and Mare respectively, are too powerful and so they own several, very fragile little trinkets that are essential for the continued existence of the universe. Well, Hawks ends up breaking one such trinket and now they have to fix that mess, and at the end of it, Kawahira has a talk with them and they discuss over ramen what they could have done differently while they were fixing that mess?

There's also Defect, in which Tsuna is reincarnated as Izuku and Byakuran is reincarnated as Shigaraki, and when Izuku punches Shigaraki in the Paranormal Liberation War Arc, they both remember their past lives. Also, Tri-ni-sette got fucked up here as well so the world is mad at Izuku.

Oh, Family Matters is apparently also a crossover between BNHA and KHR? Okay. Anyways, in that, we have Fem!Tsuna who, thanks to Nono and Iemitsu, gets stuck in an arranged marriage with Xanxus (They're both quirkless and Vongola's family is quirkless, you know, like in Untouchable). They end up having three kids, the youngest being Izuku, who decides that he's going to become a hero. Because he can. Bakugou approves and is a good friend overall because Tsuna and Xanxus (and Izuku's big brother and big sister) can kick ass and they don't need a quirk to do it, so, yeah, Bakugou approves (also, Izuku may have killed an Italian hero and Bakugou was a witness? I can't remember the details, I never got that far in this story)

Initiative has more verses in the Tri-ni-sette song and basically, Byakuran reincarnated as Hawks, Tsuna reincarnated as Izuku (again), they fight, the world ends because they have too much power, Shouta gets sent back to stop that because it's what the Tri-ni-sette song says. So, naturally, he ends up kidnapping these two children so that he can stop them from going insane. To do that they need to find the Vongola and Mare Sky Rings, I think?

Justice in Our Hands has Fem!Tsuna again, for some reason. She is Izuku's older half sister, and after she finds out about Izuku, she says "Fuck the mafia", goes to the police, gets all of them arrested and leaves with Byakuran to Japan and they open a cafe. Aizawa also grew up in Namimori and is the same age as Tsuna, and he stumbles into the cafe. This was supposed to be Aizawa/Tsuna, and Izuku was supposed to go to middle school with Kirishima and Ashido, I think? Also, Izuku punches Bakugou.

Quota of Bullshit Has Reached the Max has Aizawa being Reborn's son and Izuku being Tsuna's youngest son. AfO and Giotto are brothers, and when Tsuna finds out that Inko was AfO's daughter, he decides it's best if Izuku goes live with someone else, if only so that he's really, really safe, especially in case someone in the immediate family loses their shit (Tsuna really, really blames AfO for Giotto giving OfA away and thus making all of his descendants quirkless. Actually, he resents AfO and so makes the decision that Izuku might be safer with someone else). So Izuku ends up in Japan with Aizawa. But Italian heroes are different from Japanese ones and Izuku hates heroes. Which would be nicer if he didn't go to UA.

In Rewritten Future, because there is no Arcobaleno Sky holding 1/3 of the world anymore, Byakuran and Tsuna get half of the world shoved on their shoulders and they can't take it. So they end up traveling to BNHA world, where Tri-ni-sette is weird. OfA and Vongola Sky Ring exist at the same time and are different but they're both part of Tri-ni-sette. Same for Mare and AfO, and Arcobaleno and Rewind. Plus Tsuna and Byakuran, so everyone has considerably less weight to hold on their shoulders. This was going in the direction of becoming Byakuran/Izuku and Tsuna/Shigaraki, with Tsuna and Izuku best friends and Shigaraki and Byakuran... something like best friends? But also Tsuna and Byakuran are like brothers, same with Izuku and Shigaraki?

In Worth of an Outlaw, Aizawa grew up in Namimori around the same time Tsuna did and somehow ended up meeting Xanxus on accident. He's also a Cloud and they harmonized. So Aizawa ended up being Xanxus' Cloud. But he never had a Cloud before, so he didn't really know how to deal with a Cloud and Aizawa ended up rebelling and going to UA, but did join Varia after graduation. Anyways, Aizawa, while on holiday in Japan, meets Izuku whose Flames did something weird and changed their type. So now Aizawa has a quirkless Cloud in front of him and that thought alone is terrifying enough that he decides to make him his student because that is a mix no one in the villain world, even Vongola, has.

Then there's also Yesterday's Mistakes, in which Tsuna got reincarnated as Izuku. He gathered a group of people around him who are now his Elements, they end up becoming vigilantes, get caught, end up in UA as part of some kind of vigilante/villain kid rehabilitation program. Also, Tri-ni-sette is again fucked up and the world is trying to pressure Izuku into changing it back to how it originally was. Also, Byakuran is also around as Hawks and he has blackmail on everyone. So, yeah, not good on that front.

By the way, for the record, the folder where my crossover fics are currently has 87 files. And anything that isn't a crossover goes into a different folder. What the fuck have I been doing with my life?

#debrief with god au #defect au #family matters au #initiative au #justice in our hands au #quota of bullshit has reached the max au #rewritten future au #worth of an outlaw au #yesterday's mistakes au #holy shit that's a lot actually #wait i didn't check the ideas folder

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evanescentdawn · 4 years ago

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Highlights of today’s writing:

—Okay!!! So there was a VC stream today at orvcord and that somehow gave me a boost to write!! After the writing block I have been feeling... :’) Wasnt really writing block, but Y’know just busy with school and exam TT

Anywaysss, So. I tried to start a new wip with the prompt given but that didn’t go well so I just did past wips (still thinking about that new wip orv though, no idea on quite on what it is but. I Am Thinking.)

—+224 words to the Yjh regression stuff wip!! AND HEYYYY I finally edited and wrote stuff and!!! Finally uh what do you call it, finished up the loose ends?? anyways, yeah. I’m so happyyyy. I’m really feeling this wip now Can’t believe that I’ve worked on it for 45mins it didn’t feel like that

the one yjh pov that I feel like is working :’) 🙌 don’t how the hell is though

also dead laughing because someone in orvcord thought it was genderswap. because in the last part I only had mentioned “woman” and not who. Lolll.

And okay so now to think about how this conversation is gonna go. Yjh is obvs going to write to murder her immediately because he’s just. Like. That. Need to reread this arc again. *adds that on my never-ending to do list*

—Omgggg I actually worked on my WMMAP wips??? I’m so surprised. This VC sprint was something. XD and because of YouTube, and the song that came up... it reminded of that time travel fic and I went mmmh let’s check it out and woah. I never expected to actually like it?? thought I wouldn’t like it if I read it! but! it was actually good?? I love it and even worked on it a bit!

—+240 words to the wmmap athy time travel wip. I already have a vision on how this is going to go, still remember it clearly from before. It was originally a fic I had written in mind but then got motivated to put on paper!!! Though I wish that I actually did write notes or anything, because I am pretty sure I forgot some stuff 😭Anyways yeahhh I think I will work more on it later in the day! Hopefully. Need to check up, how the ever heck you write people drowning. ‘Coz I’m completely lost on that

—Also edited the Athykiel wip! Yikes, this one was...really wordy. So I cut down on a lot is stuff that I didn’t need at all. Little iffy with this wip. It doesn’t quite have that spark. Just BLERGH. I hate the way I wrote it

—+99 words to the Liliana wip! I do love this one and wanttt to write it. But. Urgh. It’s just Not working right now. Gonna try and edit it somewhere during today. For now, I did a bullet point this of continuation for me to work with. I just do that more, it helps greatly. I didn’t realise ‘till now.

—+80 words to the Draco&scorpius wip! Heckkk I think I am close to finish. YES. Writing this one has been lottsss of fun. I adore them so much. Dad!Draco is e v e r y t h i n g. Debating on the draco/nerville thing. not feeling them anymore, lol. But aww I liked that ending line I had in mind.

—+8 words to the sanghee crangst wip. Mannn, this one is hard to write but IM DETERMINED TO FINISH IT.

—FINALLY GOT THAT MOTIVATION BACK TO WRITE IN THE WMMAP FANDON SO OF COURSE IMMEDIATELY OPENED THAT LILY AND FELIX WIP!!!! Because heck I have been wanting to write for so long god.

—Added 84 words! Not much since, lol, I only had a single line in it. But godddd, ITS PROGRESS. And I’m having so much about these two, about this wip. 😭😭

—+70 words on the Touken bite wip. Urgh. I don’t really have an ending in mind for this wip??? So it’s hard to continue it, literally crawling so slow here. I need to think of an ending but my mind is just....blank. It’s a plot/plotless fic, and just about reminisce stuff and Kaneki being a sap. It feels finished when it isn’t at all

....Hey, what if I ship to Touka’s POV??? Now that’s an idea.

—+11 words to the khr prompt wip. progress!! I am really fascinated by tyl!Tsuna and it’s really cool trying to explore this way. it’s just....taking a bit longer to put the stuff in words. since I have a lot thoughts and they are all...over the place. I want to also reread parts of the arc, because my memory is a bit iffy.

—Omg, I think I hit a breakthrough in my Tokyo ghoul orv au. Originally was just planning to have this no ghouls AU....but that’s no fun, so....I thought what if I still keep the ghouls thing??? It would so cool! And I had an idea on what to do with Rize. Rize as the wenny!king is just....heart eyes... I need to really properly brainstorm this but. That’s for later.

—+165 words to the athy time travel wip. Worked on it again! Sort of evening, instead of afternoon lol. OH GOSH I CANT WITH THIS WIP IT HURTS SO MUCH. 😭 Also about the drowning scene, after rereading through and tweaking lil stuff...I think....it’s fine??

—WAS JUST ONLY GET TO GO AND READ THROUGH THE YJH REGRESSION WIP AGAIN BUT....I ended up writing working on it.

—+55 words to the wip. They have interacted and exchanged words!! Holy shit. Never expected this wip to be this interesting. (Still to reread that arc again....)

—+76 words to the Khr 1827 wip au???? I wrote??? Hibari pov that I actually liked??? NO IDEA where this came from

#ignore me; im rambling #highlights #oh wow what a productive day it has been!!#I doubt it’s gonna be like this again for a long while #since I gonna be buried in school #😭😭

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zacekova · 5 years ago

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Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Tagged by @thelionshymnal

Ao3 Name: zacekova

Fandom(s): Umm, I read for a lot more fandoms than I write. But most of what I write has been for Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle, Akagami no Shirayukihime, and Voltron. And I’m currently working on fics for Katekyou Hitman Reborn, Mo Dao Zu Shi, and Voltron

Number of fics: 72

Fic you spent the most time on: Hmmm... I don’t actually track hours of work, so I’m not sure. It’s probably either Whitewaters or Home Isn’t a Place. The former was outlined, drafted, edited, and posted within 8 months, and the last few weeks were brutal, literally half of my day almost every day could be spent working on it. Home Isn’t A Place doesn’t have nearly the same published word count, but I’ve been working on it on and off since I got the idea in November 2018. And it has a lot of background info written and a very thorough outline.

Fic you spent the least time on: I have to assume Selfish Intentions since it was one of those “put on a song and write what comes to mind” things and what’s published is what I got down within the 7 minutes of song (with a few extra minutes to proofread).

Longest fic: Whitewaters -- 58k words (Voltron | Shirocest)

Shortest fic: Selfish Intentions -- 253 words (Captain Harlock | Introspection)

Most hits: Every Hour Has Come To This -- 11,220 hits (48k | MCU - Stony | Post-Avengers) (I’m linking to it, even though it’s an old fic and really needs some editing. A lot of editing...)

Most kudos: Show Me Your Scars -- 861 kudos (1.6k | Voltron - Shance | Soulmate-Identifying Marks)

Most comment threads: Every Hour Has Come To This, again, with 112 total comments, 56 comment threads

Fave fic you wrote: Oh that’s definitely Rest For the Weary (Tsubasa Chronicle - Kurofai | 9k | Nihon Country). I set out to write exactly the kind of fic I’d wanted for that arc and by golly I did it and, for once, I did it really well. I’ve re-read it at least half-a-dozen times since finishing it and it’s still everything I’d wanted it to be.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Well I still need to finish Home Isn’t a Place (Voltron - Thulaz | Historical Fantasy | 19k), but that’s not quite the same thing. The Phoenix and the Komainu (Tsubasa Chronicle - Kurofai | AU | 26k) is also unfinished, but I’d like to start basically from scratch, rewrite the whole thing and do it better. And, you know, have a decent outline so I have a hope of finishing. That’s like, a backburner goal. Hopefully I’ll get to it eventually.

Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: Let’s go with a snippet of my final KHR prompt request, which will be an R27 college AU:

Tsuna’s never seen the guy before because Tsuna usually sits at the back of the hall in a seat right by the exit and then bolts the moment class is over to sprint all the way across campus for his next lecture. He's only heard the rumors, the complaints, the gossip around campus.

What he knows is this:

TAs don’t often get their own articles on ratemyproffessor.com, since they’re just TAs, but Reborn, apparently, has practically broken the system by gaining the second-highest number of reviews of any professor in the entire state, which is even more impressive when you find out he’s only been a TA for the head of the math department for two years.

Every single review (once you filter out the attractiveness category, anyway) is a zero.

Tagging: @wichols @kalira9 @ptw30 @ashinan @bosstoaster

#fic tag #about me #ao3 #r27 #tag meme #author meme

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boundforhiveswaphell · 5 years ago

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The Campfire Song Except Without the Song Part; A Tender Pseudoreligious Story

Artemis, my lovely dnd pc, regales her party with the Tabaxi creation myth, which also happens to be Homestuck fanfiction.

In other words, a short story written about an evening around the campfire involving my group's DnD party. All characters mentioned are original excluding the four beta kids, obviously! So, no. This isn't the beta kids playing DnD, sorry to get your hopes up. Many thanks to my lovely, lovely beta reader, Nym_P_Pseudo on Ao3! And so, I humbly present.... a Work.

This can also be found here on Ao3 - if you wanna check out my other, non-homestuck stories!

Smoke danced before them, ember and ash swirling in the summer air. Rancorous laughter merged with the crash of distant waves, the crackle of fire and the shifting of feet providing the backdrop. The evening was alight with fireflies, and the sweet smell of the afternoon’s hunt whirled through the sky in long, lazy arcs.

Khr, the party’s resident Gnoll, was doubled over in laughter. His sickle was embedded in the earth beside him, forgotten in the evening’s relative peace. His laugh was unmistakable - a high-pitched keening giggle that rebounded off the trees. His dark claws were sunk into his knee-fur, and his mouth was agape as he struggled to breathe. Bella, a diminutive figure chuckled beside him. Her elfin features beamed with pride behind the curtain of dark hair, a clear indication that she was the source of his laughter.

“And what would you two be up to?” inquired Vega, her tone joking and light. Her robes glimmered with magic, fine craftsmanship showing even in the dim lighting. A quarterstaff rested beside her, also pulsing with power. Her face was unwrinkled and child-like - but when she smiled, her eyes showed depth beyond their years.

“Nothing!” barked Khr and Bella, near in perfect synchronization. They looked at each other and burst into yet more giggles, even louder than before. Artemis snorted as she tended the fire, feeding another log into its base. She turned to the pair to find them both practically rolling in the dirt, Khr’s tail thumping the ground.

“Sisters help me,” muttered Artemis, lips curled in a grin made menacing by her fangs. Her catlike eyes blinked slowly as she surveyed the group. They were a rag-tag bunch, for sure, but they were certainly capable enough when it came to the adventuring business. She was proud of each of them in turn and loved them as she would her own blood.

“Artemis, I thought you only had brothers?” It was Foofy, the puppet’s, high, comical voice that broke her reverie.

Artemis’s creme-colored face looked up from the fire in confusion. Did pupp… not know who the sisters were? “Y’know,” she began, speaking slowly and deliberately as if to a child. “The Jade and Violet Sisters?”

“The fucking what?” Merlin, a brooding young prince, had joined in on the conversation - ever the eavesdropper.

“I - the Sisters! Life and death, the giver and ender? Y’know, the important ones?”

“Let me restate since you didn’t understand the first time - The fucking what?”

The party had gone eerily silent, Khr and Bella stopping their childish antics to watch the imminent conflict. Judging by their perplexed expressions, it seemed that no one else knew what she was talking about, either. Her mother would be having a conniption in the face of so many pagans.

Artemis was still not entirely sure if her companions were playing a joke on her, but she prepared to educate the gaggle of heathens regardless. She quietly called upon a lifetime of her mother’s adages and stories, harkening back to her days as a helpless whelp being told tales of the strings that shaped the very world. A silent prayer formed on her lips to the Violet Sister, to spare the heretics before her.

She let out the breath she was holding and opened her eyes.

“Would you like me to tell you?”

“Maybe,” came Khr’s grating voice, still breathless from his earlier hysterics. “Is this one of your father’s weird Dragonborn things?”

“No!” huffed Artemis. “It’s Catfolk history. I learned both as a cub.”

“What are you, anyway?” Foofy’s pitchy tone again. Artemis chuckled softly.

“We’ve been over this, Foof. My mother’s Tabaxi, and my dad’s Dragonborn.” Foofy sat in thought for a moment before nodding sagely, as if in understanding. Artemis shook her head in fondness.

“So,” she continued. “Do you lot want to hear the story?”

Seven bright pairs of eyes captured in varying degrees of interest stared back. Foofy was the first to answer with an enthusiastic nod and a cry of “yes!”.

Gracefully pulling herself off of the pine-soaked earth, Artemis rose to her full height. It was for dramatism, of course - she would have towered over her companions even while sitting.

“This world,” she began, “was once a wide and white nothingness. Bright, inescapable, and unfathomable.” Artemis’ voice mimicked her mother’s famous story-telling cadence, though she withheld a majority of the dramatic flair. It was a low, sweet tone, like honey trickling from a spoon.

“The desire to create - that which we all feel - and to leave one’s mark on the world. The hunger to know and to understand the world in which we live. The void, empty as it was, still felt this need, this innate desire. It is from this grandest, ceaseless emotion that Heat and Clockwork willed himself into existence.” Fire blazed behind her eyes, and the scarlet of her scales seemed to glow brighter in the dying ember’s light.

“It was a fiery blaze of desire, passion, and want. The universe willed itself to create, and Brother Crimson was to be its first creation.

“Born of invention itself, his destiny would be as such. He was the antithesis of the blank void around him, dark and fire-fueled, his burning red eyes like hot coals. His life’s work would be to build from the space before him, a task whose monotony was comforting.

“Lord Time created this, the first world, in a symphony of molten rock and flame. It was here, at the center of this feverish landscape that the Forge was created - the workshop of the gods.”

“Yes, yes, that’s all well and good,” drawled Steve, the party’s quip-hurling bard, “But I was under the assumption we were learning about a few familial goddesses, not some red cherry-scented loser!” If his words weren’t enough to set Artemis off, his languid, careless posture certainly was. He was sprawled across a wide log next to Vega, lying with his stomach to the skies. His back was a half-circle against the ground, curled in what must have been the most uncomfortable position possible.

Artemis ignored the barb, instead choosing to reprimand her friend using a most motherly tone. “Sit your sorry excuse for an ass up before you ruin your back, Stephen. You’ll be sore in the morning if you fall asleep like that!”

Maybe not a motherly tone, but it got the point across.

“The Forge,” she continued, eyeing Steve with an unveiled challenge, “would become Heat and Clockwork’s playground, an endless molten landscape with which to smelt his creations, and to flaunt his prowess as a skilled smith of rhyme.” Her expression shifted back to the flickering eyes and bright smile of a well-meaning zealot.

“Hold on, hold on!” Maxwell’s lilting voice interrupted. “You lost me at Brother Crimson. Who is he? I thought it was Heat and Clockwork?”

Artemis’ whiskers twitched in poorly concealed amusement. “They are the same, Max. Lord Time, Knight of the Forge, Ascendant’s Anger, et cetera. It’s all the same, dear.” Though her expression seemed annoyed, her tone was light and full of affection. “Any other questions?” The cleric murmured a soft “no” in response.

“The Knight’s hands carefully crafted the First Being, his finest creation. All was perfection, from the soft feline face to the fur that rippled down her back. Satisfied with his work, Brother Crimson stood back and proudly surveyed it. The fires around him grew dim, no longer needed to smelt and shape.

“With a smile as bright as the heavens-jewel, the Knight of the Forge breathed into his creation, giving life from himself to the beast before him. Though he blew and blew, the statue did not - could not - move. Its empty eyes seemed to mock his disheartened visage.

“Tears of sputtering, flaming rock rolled down his stony cheeks. He tried again and again, forming new husks as quickly as he destroyed them. The Pyre found that no creation of his would breathe. Thus, his passion rendered into bitterness, and the fires of his purpose grew cold. He was alone in this vast world, without a means to escape.”

The group was still and silent. Artemis’ voice swept over them like an enrapturing spell.

“His despair was so great, and so vast, that from it formed the first Sister. The Jade Sister, Frost and Frogs, stood before him in all her radiant glory. Her hair was long, dark, and tangled, an ever-moving sea of creatures and landscapes. It was full of beastly things and lilypads alike, a cacophony of creation. She had three eyes that glowed green as grass, bloody and beautiful in all that they saw. Her teeth were sharp as needles, stained with the raven-wine of those who would come after. She was splendid. She was beautiful.”

“She was life itself.”

“Okay, gayass.” Khr, ever the instigator, called to her across the circle. Artemis rolled her eyes and suppressed a chuckle.

“The Jade Sister,” she continued, “reached out to her Brother. Shaking, unsure, he took her hands in his - and the world went green. A verdant, endless green. Viridian and emerald as far as one could dream.

“And lying, hidden, at the center of this green expanse lay a secret. That which Brother Crimson had so desired to produce - life.” The forest around them seemed to sing a hymn of agreement as she spoke. The branches of the looming pines shifted and creaked, whispering the name of their creator.

“Heat and Clockwork dried his tears and filled his lungs with feral joy - he knew in his heart that his creations would no longer be lifeless. Though the world was devoid except for them, the Crimson Brother would scream and cry for all the void to hear that he was no longer alone. Touched by his display, the Fern Mother held his hands in her own, gripping so tightly that her claws coaxed the wound-sea from his veins.

“Locked in an embrace, the Siblings danced upon the newly lush ground. With each step they took, a forest was brought to seed. With each note they sang, a field was grown to fruition. Before his Sister’s birth, the Blind Son thought he had known happiness - but as he leapt and twirled with the Witch he came to understand that it was nothing in the face of her smile.”

Khr hurled another jest, louder this time, but much the same.

“I have a girlfriend at home, Khr,” Artemis admonished. “I’ve no reason to go chasing after goddesses.” Bella let loose a mocking “Oooh!” in response, and he elbowed her with an embarrassed chuckle.

“And so,” she continued, “The two waltzed their way to the heart of the earth, where the Forge lay empty.

“Frost and Frogs, all gleaming teeth, placed her hands onto the First Being. At her touch, it awoke - its ears and tail began to twitch, filled with the life that surrounded the Jade Sister. It bounced and leaped and jumped. The Siblings danced with their creation, their happiness burning brighter than the Forge could ever hope to be.

“It was from this immense jubilation that the Cobalt Brother was born. His siblings’ bliss was so powerful, so potent that it spat forth the god of Wind and Shade. Born of laughter, harlequin god, bringing joy to those who would gamble and hope.” As she spoke, the wind around them stirred, ruffling Artemis’ fur and scattering the lingering smoke from the now cooling embers.

“His visage is porcelain and pale; his eyes drip with black blood, thick with stars like the night sky. Like his sister, he is always smiling, though his teeth are far less terrifying than the Fern Mother’s maw. His arms are uncountable and many - each unseen and unknowable. In his left-most arm, he carries a hammer with which to shape the world. In his right-most, a mask, its face obscured. It is said that with it, he can assume the shape of any creature he should so choose.”

“What the fuck…” muttered Merlin.

“The fuck indeed!” Artemis laughed. “The Trickster is the god of curses and profanity, in addition to his other domains.”

“A god for cursing, hm? I need one of those…”

Artemis let a brief silence hang and then continued. “As they walked, the Motley Jester’s thoughts turned to mischief - born of laughter, he was predisposed. A dark grin festered behind his eyes - and with one swing of his hammer, the Son of the Tempest brought forth a mighty gale to set the world spinning.”

“The Heir’s joke completed, his siblings fell to the earth below as it began to spin beneath them. Slowly, but it did - they watched as the sun above them moved slowly to their West. Their creation was spinning, much to their chagrin - but they loved each other, and could not stay mad at their youngest Brother. They continued their walk to the Forge, excited to show the Motley Jester their playground.”

“Upon their arrival, he turned his attention to the First Being - now a stumbling, walking beast. Its claws were sharp as daggers, its fur dense as earth. A single entity, born of metal and fire, of life and verdance. The Trickster produced his signature leer, and wrest a mask from the void into one of his many arms. It was a perfect mockery of the creature's face, fine as silver and smooth as bone. Ensuring his Siblings were preoccupied with other parts of the Forge, Brother Cobalt fitted the mask upon the First Being’s face.

“It was from this perfect mask of porcelain that the First Being felt - was given the ability to form bonds, to experience emotions, just as its creators had done.” Artemis’ claws gleamed in the moonlight as she spoke, a deadly reflection of the First Being she described.

“The Siblings hollered with delight at their creation’s fate, a sweet song with which it joined in harmony. It was a joyous night, and the lush earth, spinning, living, and beautifully cratered, seemed to pulse with excitement. From the rich earth below, the Witch pulled woven cords to the surface. Her brothers wrapped them around rocks and trees, pulling them taut. It was then, the three Siblings acting in harmony, that the first Song was played.” Had any of her audience not been so enraptured with her words, they would have heard the dulcet tones of a soft-spoken tune in the distance.

“The Trickster played strings with his hammer by his side, striking deep notes in a flurry of exhilaration. His sister’s tones were more muted, though just as excitable. She plucked the strings with her long, clawed hands - careful not to tear them. The eldest brother, though slow to join his family, plucked and sang a melody. It was brash and loud, a flurry of notes that was perfect to the ear.

“From each string plucked, from each note coaxed, a new being was born unto the world. It is said that the songs made that day were the purest expressions of music, unmatched by any performer.” Vega gave Steve a warning look, to deter him from making an expected pompous comment regarding his playing skill.

“The Forge was alight with sparks and laughter, and the Siblings’ bonds grew stronger as they worked beside one another.” Her expression grew dark. “But - they worked too quickly. The world they had created was only so big, after all. And as they built a thousand creatures, they began to fill and fill the space that was left. They crowded the land, clawing at each other. Their claws and teeth, built for singing and creating, had become tools of violence.

“It was the screaming that alerted the Siblings to their creation’s plight. Screaming, endless screaming as they fought for space. The Siblings looked upon their earth in horror, in fear, of what they had done. Their world was suffering for their foolishness.

“Heat and Clockwork, the eldest of the three, knew what must be done. The other two, in the hearts, knew as well - though neither the Witch nor the Heir could bring themselves to do it.

“Foolish children that they were, their creations had not been designed to die - they could not kill each other. Their gods had cursed them to an endless cycle of suffering.” She paused, looking into her companion’s eyes.

“Brother Cobalt would eventually decide their course of action. He looked into Heat and Clockwork’s scarlet-red eyes as he summoned a gust of air to smother the flames of his Brother’s Forge. The rich earth around them grew cold and empty, the blissful heat that emanated from the planet’s core now gone. The creatures stilled, the air devoid of the warmth that kept them moving.” Like the creatures she described, Artemis’ movements slowed and halted as she spoke, coming to a standstill.

“The Siblings made a pact, there in the cold and silent Forge. They would not meet again, under any circumstance. Their love for each other was too strong - they would be unable to resist creating more things to fill the earth. Though the Jade Sister, giver of life, had tried to revoke it from her creations, she quickly discovered she was only able to give life, not take it away. Resolute in their decision, the Siblings, weary and heart-broken, pulled themselves away to the farthest corners of the earth.

“Time passed. The Siblings grew restless. Lonely, locked away by themselves for their selfishness. A deep sadness ran through them, and as a result, into the remains of their creations. For the first time in eons, the Forge sat empty, it’s bellows long since cold and forgotten. Lord Time tinkered by himself in his endless stone castles, building things that could not fulfill him. Space’s Beldam performed a joyless dance for the depleted world around her, it’s once vibrant colors dulled. Her footsteps no longer brought forth life - they left trails of a withering blight in their path. Breath’s Scion, the gleeful god, was the saddest of the three. He could not truly understand why they had separated, just that he was now alone.” Her eyes were cold. She was glad for the silence of the night around them.

“Frost and Frogs, born from an abundance of loneliness, collapsed onto the earth she had so loved. Her voice warbled from her vicious mouth, a sad, keening sound. It was high and sweet, carrying easily to the other Siblings. Hearing her mournful call, both Brothers joined her in the sound. It was a feral instinct, deep and instilled. And though they were leagues apart, their song was harmonious, clear as day.” The woods around her seemed to stop. Each member of her party stood in slack-jawed enchantment at her words.

“It is from this hopeless, despair-driven sound that the Violet Sister was born. Called from the same white void as her siblings, she was thrown forth from the emptiness. From her head sprout a pair of long, needle-thin horns. Her lavender skin is marked and scratched, places where her ebony-black blood drips in slow, rhythmic steps. Black twines of a shadow substance beyond mortal comprehension twist from her skin, enveloping her in an unknowable darkness of tentacles. She is the blind goddess, the Empty one, ruler of the creatures that lurk below, the end of life and the bringer of death.” Artemis took a breath. “She is the goddess of Light and Rain.”

“Piss!” cursed Steve, eyes wide with poorly masked fear. “You named this - this monster Light and Rain? What kind of a name is that?”

No longer content to let him disrespect her deities, Artemis squared her shoulders, bringing her up to her full height. The tallest of the party, Artemis was a fearsome sight. Her eyes and scales gleamed a menacing red in the firelight. When she pulled her lips back to reveal honed, gleaming teeth, it was enough to make anyone not used to her promptly shit their breeches.

“Light and Rain is the goddess of the unseen, the otherworldly, and the unknown,” Artemis’ steel-sure voice was the only sound that could be heard over Steve’s ragged breathing. “I will make the place I dump your sorry excuse for a corpse very unknown if you call her a monster again.”

Vega snickered from her comfortable place on the log. Anyone who had met Artemis for half a second knew she’d never actually act on that threat, especially not to Steve - the dorky kid she treated like one of her younger brothers. Despite the clear emptiness of her threat, it was enough to make Steve back down with a few mumbled apologies. Mollified, Artemis turned her gaze back to the rest of the party. She was close enough to the story’s end now that she was unconcerned with Steve’s ill-mannered words.

“Light and Rain, newly born into the dying world, cast her soothing gaze across the fractured land before her. Though she was young, her knowledge was vast. The Grim Seer gathered her elder siblings into her arms, pulling them together once more.

“Though Heat and Clockwork’s furnace-bound eyes burned through her, she continued. Though the needle-fine teeth of Frost and Frogs sunk into her skin, she persisted. Though Wind and Shade’s star-strewn tears burned like acid, she pursued. They held each other in an expression of the purest love, reunited and whole.

“The four held each other, crying. They sensed that with this newest addition, they were complete. Their struggle was over. No words needed to be spoken as they parted, smiles bittersweet and tears drying away. They looked at one another, then to Light and Rain. They knew what must be done.

“The Violet Sister’s horns crackled with dark, purple energy - and then with a flash of light as bright as their void, the world was clean. Her claws had flashed across the earth, quick as lightning. The First Beings were free of their chains of ill-begotten immortality. Light’s Mistress had granted their creations a most peculiar, but needed gift - the gift of death.” A light smile played on her lips. She was thoroughly enjoying the shocked faces of her party.

“It was known as the Scratch - it was the beginnings of our universe. Now mortal, the creations found peace in themselves - and the Siblings found peace in each other. And so, our world was born. The Catfolk, the First Beings, were the first to speak to their creators, spreading this truth to the other races.”

Artemis’s words were interrupted by an enormous yawn from none other than Khr - his arms stretched to the sky, claws curling inwards. “Sorry…” he murmured, eyes threatening to close.

“Well then,” chuckled Artemis. “I believe we’ll call it a night here.”

“What, no! We have to know more!” whined Merlin, now suddenly interested in the mythos.

“Later, dear. Save it for the next campfire.” Her smile was genuine, and her eyes kind to reflect it. “You need to go to bed. We've got work to do tomorrow!” With that, the magic dissipated. It was clear the evening’s entertainment was over. She tutted and shushed her companions as she ushered them to their tents, wishing them a restful sleep. As she snuffed out the last of the fire with a kick of dirt, she chuckled to herself. Maybe her mother would be proud - stop calling her a heathen for not wanting to listen to the same tired stories.

As she padded back to her tent, Artemis was treated with the passing conversation from another party member’s shelter. Though the voice was muffled, it’s high cadence could belong to none other than Bella.

“Catfolk are badass!”

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ramabear · 5 years ago

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you ever wonder why you love a song so much? why is it this song not the other songs you love? i wonder that sometimes. it changes too, one song on an album might be the favorite and then years pass by and you listen again and then a new song is the favorite

anyway i’ve got this spotify radio for breaker, a old song favorite of mine that somehow became the inspiration song for the khr-ajin fic and that radio includes this song

and i think that song is my favorite right now? how very strange

#ramables

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I hope SM and Hybe get that gummi dickhead, because honestly what the fuck is going on. And not stans caring more about the dating rumours statement, just stfu. Btw another Taehyung dream... why

Omg if you start TVD let me know, I used to be so so involved. I was a Delena (Damon x Elena) girl but tbh fuck Damon, unless I headcanon him as Hwa. Though I loved a guy named Klaus who was VERY questionable, so maybe I shouldn't talk. TVD, Gossip Girl, PLL, Teen Wolf, Glee used to be my trash

People say Fireworks was boring but HOW? And it sounded very Ateez to me, those who didn't like Inception got their noise and it was soft at times. Yeah DV might sound underwhelming, but idc I love it and it's good and cunty

Hotteoks, Yunhopowers I'm confused tbh, the names are all over the place, not to mention the guys pushing weird ass names (Ddeongwives.... no). Anyway your struggles with that Yunho fic akuriaidkansjskzkhehs miss Baek fighting her inner demons

I think the frosty colour faded which happens, but Hwa's roots look better I think. I hope he goes icy again, but white shades are really hard to maintain ;/

THAT CHERRY PHOTO MURDERED ME, LOOK AT THIS ART. Is it safe to say I'll surely be getting that photocard, but pretend you didn't see it

Girl, the denial is real, our pathetic man is not getting the girl, but he'll get all the other bitches (us) so it's fine 🥰 I just need him to br quiet

A birthday party for moi in a castle you say?! In king's castle?!

That's right the SM-fication of miss Lightiny :( she bald and too basic

Ngl I had high hopes for miss Seulgi but the song and MV was a bit mid, I'll have to listen to the whole album though. She still looked and sounded great, I loved the dark vibe, but maybe expected the song to take a different route. And "I kiss your brother"??? Don't have one but I'm right here

Who would I choose fuck off ha ha ha. I'm in my Jae Young era, but then Soo Hyuk's voice, and In Youp is so cute </333 it all depends, they'd have to appeal to me with their charms. You? 👀

First few slides summer camp vibes just saying also have you seen the movie No Reservations? Chef Park Seonghwa...

Been minding my own business in Seonghwa's tag here on tumblr dot com, saw Bodyguard Hwa while scrolling and it got me like 🥰 gonna re-read it soon! Next however I came across my enemy number 1 aka Khr*n*s, traumatic experience, got 20 war flashbacks, my family has died, I did NOT have to remember about that fic!!!

Baby boy baby vs Evil (gonna slap his forehead 🤬)

His inspo, his mind... the guy looks good too, now grow your hair out Park Seonghwa. No but the way he draws inspiration from things is so cool and admirable... 😭 - DV 💖

hello hihi!!

I hope SM and Hybe get that gummi dickhead, because honestly what the fuck is going on. And not stans caring more about the dating rumours statement, just stfu. Btw another Taehyung dream... why

I JUST SAW YGS CALLING PEOPLE WHO REMOTELY EVEN MENTIONED V AND JEN TOGETHER 😭😭 hello???? whOSE DREAM??? PPT FORMAT RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW 🔫

iM STARTING IT I HAVE BEEN SEEING WAY TO MANY EDITS WITH MR DAMON 😭😭😭 wait fuck damon why 👁👁👄👁👁 head canoning him as hwa right now what tHE fUCK,,, omg glee was seriously so addictive I NEVER UNDERSTOOD PPL 😭😭 I PLAYED THEIR EPISODE GAME TOO I NEVER UNDERSTOOD IT FBFBFB omg but do u rmr shadow hunters 🧍🏻‍♀️

fireworks ERA TO DV WAS CUNT FULLY ON CUNT,,, it really hurts seeing people have no taste <//3 inception is so elegant??? the slow and reverb version especially,,, silver seonghwa dancing to it would be my 13th reason

LMFAOOOO NO WHAT THE FUCK IS DDEONGWIVES???? SIR???? AND THEN EVERYONE SAYS DONT BE A DELULU?? THIS MAN FEEDING INTO OUR DELULU HE’S- WE MARRIED TO HIM, THIS IS A POLY RELATIONSHIP APPARENTLY,,, i swear this fic pisses me of so much i changed the plot three times, the mood board and all im fighting my demons to write that hwa series 😭😭😭

I think the frosty colour faded which happens, but Hwa's roots look better I think. I hope he goes icy again, but white shades are really hard to maintain ;/

he momentarily gave gd’s hair at mama fbdndhdj yEHA I HOPE HE DOES GO BACK and with these selca’s he’s dropping 😵‍💫😵‍💫 im going to devour him whole

THAT CHERRY PHOTO MURDERED ME, LOOK AT THIS ART. Is it safe to say I'll surely be getting that photocard, but pretend you didn't see it

NO LITERALLY HOW DARE HE??? I SAW IT IN A VERY PUBLIC SETTING AND THE CHILLS I FOT THE URGE TO SCREAM IN A TRAINFQJFHWKDHWKHDWKDBWK IT IS SAFE??? WE ARE PRAYING FOR U TO GET THIS CARD AND IM ON MY WAY SECURE THEM CARDS RIGHT NOW 🔫🔫🔫 RIGHT NOW

ClICK ON THE PHOTO U WONT REGRET IT

Girl, the denial is real, our pathetic man is not getting the girl, but he'll get all the other bitches (us) so it's fine 🥰 I just need him to br quiet

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 the denial so real i stopped watching it fbfbfbfb HE’LL GET US THATS WHAT MATTERS but i rly be rooting he gets the girlie as in the director has a change of heart <33

A birthday party for moi in a castle you say?! In king's castle?!

ABSOLUTELY THE MAN IS WAITING FOR SOME INTERACTION AND U WILL SEE IT MID NOVEMBER TO END

That's right the SM-fication of miss Lightiny :( she bald and too basic

kq following sm in this but wHERE IS THE KAI X SEONGHWA CRUMBS KQ THEY MET EVERY SM GROUP WHERE IS EXO FHWKHDKW IM GONNA THROW THE GLOBE AT KQ

i ngl i did too, i was like maybe we’ll get something like invu or idea,,, some scenes (the black and white one) they had the budget they could’ve had the oomph factor bc it looked (is) green screen 😭😭😭 lOVED THE DARK VIBE I WISHED THEY WENT INTO IT MORE,,, seulgi could’ve easily finessed criminal type of music,,, FBWKFJKWH KISSED UR BROTHER MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS SWEET HOME ALABAMA 😭😭

Who would I choose fuck off ha ha ha. I'm in my Jae Young era, but then Soo Hyuk's voice, and In Youp is so cute </333 it all depends, they'd have to appeal to me with their charms. You? 👀

LMFAOOOO BRMWHDKW CHOSE ONE 🔫🔫 I THO WILL CHOSE SOOHYUK BC OF HIS VOICE THE WAY I CURL INTO A BALL WHEN I HEAR THE “m a n N e r” BFNWBDSJ

First few slides summer camp vibes just saying also have you seen the movie No Reservations? Chef Park Seonghwa...

chef park seonghwa….haha. also have a sweet reminder l

Baby boy baby vs Evil (gonna slap his forehead 🤬)

FBQMBDMQDJKW NAURRR I SEE IT SOMETIMES TOO AND THE WAY I HURRIEDLY SCROLL PAST IT 😭😭😭 hopefully the new one drops soon so u don’t have to reread fics dbwmdbwm RHWKHDWK DONT BE SHY READ IT <3 READ KHRONUS <333 BFWKHDSK IDK HOW U WILL RESPOND TO THE NEW SERIES THEN FBFB

DAILY REMINDER

His inspo, his mind... the guy looks good too, now grow your hair out Park Seonghwa. No but the way he draws inspiration from things is so cool and admirable... 😭 - DV 💖

NO BC I THOUGHT OF U WHEN WOO MENTIONED THOSE ESP THAT LONG HAIR AND THAT SHARPASS NOSE THATS GOOD FOR ALOT OF THINGS

and,,

WHO IS THIS GUY

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year ago

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Romantic KHR Match-Up for Nix

In my opinion, your ideal KHR romantic partner is SHOICHI IRIE! You mention in your description that you much prefer a relationship to progress very naturally and slowly, moving from a friendship and then moving into something deeper and that works out well because Shoichi really has that same approach to dating. While he's had crushes and found people attractive, much like yourself, he's not felt rushed to date or get into situationships (which he doesn't get anyway and doesn't really like the notion of) and I can see both of you being fairly romantically inexperienced. It's not really something that bothers either of you, especially since you guys were mostly friends first. You met through university, maybe even late high school, either through a class or watching a live band at a local dive, and the two of you, while both kind of shy, actually hit it off pretty well. He felt, from the first, like someone you'd known for a while and you felt the same to him, and the conversation flowed pretty well for two introverts. You guys kept in touch, made time to see each other, and your friendship deepened. However, I don't see it moving any further than friendship for at least the first year or two.

I think that, even when one or the both of you realize you do have feelings for each other that have gone beyond friendship, things do progress slowly. Both of you are a little shy when it comes to expressing your emotions and there's always the worries of 'is it worth putting the friendship at risk' and 'do they even like me back?'. I think Shoichi is the one to work up the courage to confess first, blurting it out randomly during a night at your place, supposedly for a study session that had become both of you just talking, showing each other new music you really like, him encouraging you to maybe play one of the many instruments you can for him (though he never pressures you too much to do so because he gets what it feels like to be nervous to perform for people - it's why so many of the songs he writes never see the light of day and remain just in his journals…though he might grow confident enough to share one or two that he really loves and is proud of with you over the years). I do think, once the two of you decide to be together, things do just kind of fall pretty easily into place for the two of you, almost like it was always kind of meant to be.

Shoichi isn't just a scholar…he's extremely intelligent, yes, and good at his classes and studies. It's part of why the two of you get along so well - you both possess sharp minds, loves of learning, and are constantly teaching each other new things or exploring new topics together through research or taking classes together (I don't know why, I have this picture of the two of you taking a survivalist crash course together, just because Shoichi got interested in the topic, and while you both learned a lot, Shoichi swears to never, EVER do anything like that again). But yes - he's not just a sharp mind. Shoichi really enjoys the arts and has a very creative mind, and it's something he finds truly beautiful about your own mind. He's always interested in reading what you write, trying painting classes with you, and, as stated, music is a huge thing in your life together. Shoichi is definitely the type to periodically make and send you mixes of songs that remind him of you, songs that speak to your relationship together, or just songs he knows you'll love, usually when the two of you haven't been getting to spend much time together.

Much like yourself, Shoichi doesn't have a huge social circle. He's not unfriendly, that's not it…and truth be told, because of his affiliation with the Mafia, he knows a lot of people who like him well enough. It's just that, honestly, Shoichi is a person with a low social battery and also someone who doesn't always easily form close bonds with people. The people he can count as real true friends, ones he sees regularly and would do anything for, he can count on one hand and he likes the fact that you and he share that introverted nature and, when either of you do form friendships, they're highly-valued and important ones. Because you guys connect with people in similar ways and do place the same importance on bonds with people, it makes you both feel safer and happier in your bonds with each other. Being both introverts, there's never much tension or pressure to get out and about. Shoichi prefers being at home or in places he feels comfortable, like your house, the lab, the university campus. He's not a partier and he appreciates the fact that you aren't either.

Your desire for a low-maintenance relationship is also something shared between you and Shoichi. You have a busy schedule, interests of your own, and things you need to do and he does too. It's nothing for the two of you to just not have the time to get together for a couple of days and to only send sporadic messages during that time, but the time you do spend together is always meaningful and valued. He doesn't need a partner who is going to need his complete attention one hundred percent of the time, because he really just can't do that. He likes that you don't get too upset when he takes his time to do his own thing and he will never be upset at you for the same.

Runners Up: Spanner, Byakuran, Yamamoto, Fon

#katekyo hitman reborn #khr #romantic matchup #match-up #shoichi irie #nix

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samantha-girlscout · 6 years ago

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I just wanted to say what you're doing w/ the KHR! songs is really cool!

Thanks nonnie! Sorry it's been a little while since I've touched them you know how life can be...That being said! I will say that I have given thought to returning to the project. It'll probably be on a separate blog (url tbd) because I know that's something that will get lost on this mess of a blog... But I kind of want to improve it a little bit, too. Maybe that's ambitious, but khr still means the world to me even if I don't create as much for it anymore. (Maybe look for it near the end of the year? )Anyways, thanks so much nonnie. Your enthusiasm has really motivated me. It's not something that's been that acknowledged and so this means a lot to me.💛💛💛

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yuesya · 7 years ago

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and all the lovely angels sing [snippet]

Title: and all the lovely angels sing

Category: KHR

Summary: You are born in a body that’s wrong, in a world gone wrong. But somehow, things still manage to turn out halfway alright. [OC]

and all the lovely angels sing

“of songs unsung and songs unheard”

Like most people, you do not want to die. Perfectly understandable.

But death is a cruel mistress, and no one is capable of resisting death, when death comes calling. The mightiest of leaders, the lowest of beggars –all are equal, lain prostrate before the unrelenting maws of death, and you are no different from any of them. Plain, average white-collared young woman that you are, there is absolutely nothing special about you that sets you apart from the countless thousands of men who’ve died before you, and the thousands who will doubtlessly follow thereafter. You are no exception. Until you are.

This is what happens:

You die. Then, miracle of miracles, you wake up again in the body of a newborn infant.

And that’s where things start going wrong.

(Reincarnation is a myth. A fantasy. But it’s also a mistake. Something undoubtedly, undeniably wrong.

Maybe some small oversight in the cogs of the cosmic universe was what resulted in your ‘being-reborn-as-a-child-with-memories-intact.’ Maybe it was at the careless choice of some whimsical deity. Whatever the reason might be, you’re firmly of the opinion that it’s nothing but a mistake of stupidly colossal proportions that had better never fucking happen again.

Once is already one times too many, as you come to learn.)

You are born again in some nameless hospital in the middle of nowhere to some nameless couple you never get the chance to see the faces of as the twin to another similarly nameless child. There is never a chance for you to learn anything more than that about your newest blood relations, because the next thing you know, you’ve been whisked away to some shady warehouse to be raised with a dozen other screaming, wailing infants.

Never. Again.

Time marches on; a slow, painful grind. Between the ever-increasingly sparse visits of neglectful caretakers and the aimless caterwauling of other children, you are left with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. A prisoner in your own mind, held captive in a body that’s nothing but wrong, wrong, wrong.

You scream, sometimes. Cry. You are a grown woman, stuffed into the body of an infant boy. There’s no way that anything in this situation is even remotely right, and you rage against the injustice of it all, screaming out your anger and helplessness.

No one notices. Of course no one would notice. Your caretakers are indifferent on top of being neglectful, and you’ve quickly come to realize that they have no concern for any of the children except keeping you all alive. Why would they care about something as trivial as mental and emotional wellbeing?

Ha. Hilarious.

You eventually manage to pull yourself together, because you’re a grown-ass woman and crying has never solved any of your problems. Eventually. On the good days, you can almost ignore it –you can convince yourself that you’re just piloting a puppet that happens to be a tiny little kid, happens to be male, and it’s not you, not really. But on the bad days, when you’re all but suffocated beneath the crushing tide of rage and unfairness that threatens to blot out the entire world, all you want to do is destroy.

… Bit of a violent reaction, that. You blame it on your new body, and on the less-than-stellar example that is set by your dubious caretakers.

None of the other children like playing with you very much, which suits you just fine. You’ve never particularly liked children, either.

It all finally comes to a head one day when reacting with violence is not enough not enough, never enough, and it all becomes so overwhelming that your entire world goes up in flames.

Literally.

“Didn’t know you broke them in so young.”

“Don’t give me that shit; this one just went and spontaneously combusted in the middle of the yard on his own. Weird little kid, bit of a loner, keeps getting into random scuffles with the other brats for no apparent reason… too much of a daydreamer, too, if you ask me. Seems like he’s a damn strong Cloud, though, going by those flames of his.”

“… Yeah, he’ll do.”

After the spontaneous self-combustion incident, you realize that this world you’ve been reborn into isn’t quite the same as the one you once knew, and by then it’s too late.

You’ve always been semi-aware that your caretakers aren’t exactly… aren’t exactly people who live on the right side of the law. You’ve known that ever since you’ve were snatched from your birth parents and promptly dumped in a run-down hovel with a dozen other children. It’s kind of obvious, especially since none of them ever tries to hide anything. Drugs, women, alcohol. You’d say something about bad influences and impressionable children, but it’s far more effort than you’re willing to expend, even on a good day, and there’s nothing you stand to gain from it, anyways. And so you never say anything.

One thing about having an adult mind means that you understand criminal organizations and underground empires will always exist no matter where one goes, as long as humankind survives. But oddly-colored flames that ignite from one’s palms are a whole other kettle of fish entirely.

This understanding is only further heightened when you’re hushed by your caretakers into a tattered car immediately after the incident, and brought someplace a little cleaner where you’re then stuffed into a slightly nicer car, and the pattern repeats. You grow increasingly unsettled as the whole ridiculous cycle continues until you’re sitting in something that might as well be a goddamned limousine.

You’re… what, four years old? Four years old, and… getting kidnapped a second time? Human trafficking? This qualifies as human trafficking, right?

Right?

Throughout the entire process, none of the men ever say anything to you. You have no idea what’s going on. You can’t really find it in yourself to care about what’s going on, either. You’re nothing but a ghost living on borrowed time in a body that doesn’t belong to you. You don’t really care what happens to you anymore.

(That’s a lie. You soon come to discover that that’s a big fucking lie, and this is how you find out:)

Eventually, eventually they bring you to a young man. Well-dressed, respectable-looking. He’s looks to only be in his late teens, but there’s a sharp air to him that states this is a man who knows what he wants and knows how to get what he wants. He takes one look at you and his lips curve upwards. Something about the expression makes your stomach drop.

For the first few moments, no one says anything. The men who brought you in shift restlessly in the background, and you’re equal parts wary and confused and just so very tired of it all.

It happens suddenly, the way a balloon bursts. Like fireworks in too-close proximity. Something crackles and snaps in the air, hot and searing, and it’s only instinct to flinch backwards, except there’s nowhere for you to retreat, not with men well over five times your size blocking the exit and caging you in. It’s… detestable. It’s a detestable sensation, is what it is.

Something burns inside you. Burns. It’s a curious sensation, of something reaching in and trying to take hold of you, except it doesn’t fit, and it’s… disgusting. You almost frown, but frowning takes too much effort. Resisting takes too much effort, too, except this body of yours seems determined to resist this until the bitter end… whatever ‘this’ is.

But what it all boils down to is this: You are a scrawny little kid, tired and underfed. No matter your body’s vehement resistance, instinctive revulsion, there is no contest.

When something penetrates deep, deep inside your core and snaps into place at long last, your only reaction is to close your eyes, ignoring the goosebumps that crawl over your skin, ignoring the way that for once, you and your body are in tandem in wanting to crawl out of your own skin because this is filthy, disgusting, wrong.

“Welcome to the family, little one,” the young man finally breaks the silence between you with a small, satisfied smile.

You do not understand the implications of his words at the time, nor his actions. It does not stop your blood from freezing like ice in your veins at that proclamation.

#hihi #still alive #ish #here have a thing #it's a thing #maybe #:3 #Writing

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