#bcus it was like. that was when they were like 'its too dangerous out here we need to get ollie home Now.'

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

undersea arc. undersea arc. when. undersea arc when.

[zhiamomence]

whenever suematsu mentioned i still rememeber that one drama cd ososan matsunoke no wacchatto shita kanji 3 ( i think) where the last skit in there is highly best sue moment ive ever heard (and also choukei too they really funny in here)(and ichi too, you'll see)

I heard this full ver on youtube one time (before it deleted, so sadly i cant find it anymore im so sorry) but i can try to remember anything what i heard from that skit (even my understanding with Japanese speaking is not that great, but this one seems simple and yet quite understandable for some part, but i know its canon so!!!!!!!!!) Also this is super long so i keep it under read more feel free to read anytiem

sue? more like ueE

In the beginning, it seems like sextuplets on the date with Totoko (Like in Kinko episode when they mentioned about the schedule Totoko shopping date yeAH SOMETHING LIKE THAT) at Chibita's oden, but they all waiting for Jyushimatsu. He appear running toward to the oden cart,rushes and straight up apologize to Totoko while his brothers mad at him bcus he came here very late. And then they all go eating some foode together!!!!!!!! Dinner time

And while they preparing to eat some good oden freshly cooked by Chibita, Totty notice something wrong on Jyushimatsu. He asked,

"Is something wrong on your head? It look swollen on that side" and that make Jyushi started gasps in concern that his brother found out about that, even Ichi notice it too and wonder if he okay but Jyushi brushes it off with "I got clumsy I fell down! It's not big deal" and that make Totty notice something suspicious about it.

Time skipped at night time (its time their sleepy sleep time <:]) Jyushimatsu brushes his teeth before bed, but when hes done and turns around Totty walks in to say something.

"Jyushimatsu-niisan. Why did you lie about that?"

"Eh?" Jyushi stopped.

"You lied to me about you clumsy and fell. Who did it?"

Jyushi notice Totty's tone is serious so Jyushi tried his best to keep up with his lies but Totty know hes so bad at it.

"Dekapan just called me in concern if you're okay. And he told me that someone hit you that you got hospitalized. WHO DID IT?"

(this part make me go shit my pant anyways/j)

So basically Totty found out why Jyushi went late for the hanging out time with Totoko and Jyushi told him that its okay theres no need to worry about it but Totty refuse and started to yell.

Choro and Ichi heard Totty's yell and went to see them whats up, Totty explained everything and said hes going to see the guy who hurt Jyushi. In the middle of the night.

This part I dont remember/understand whats going on but it seems like Choro and Ichi kinda refuse to believe Jyushi got hurt like Ichi said "No way he got hurt you know he's strong right?? When Jyushi said it was just accident maybe it was an accident" and also this part of the skit got some serious tone argument in ososan drama cd ever. no bgm like it use to, the yell, the anger, Jyushimatsu's sweating or anxiety acted up as Totty is so mad about it behind, and then Choukei appears

"Ey whats up whats the yelling lol" "Did we, The Top Brothers missed something hm~~?"

"GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!!" Choro kick choukeis out of the room and the Totty switched his outfit from pajamas to his epic pink hoodie swag to go out to go see the culprit for revenge. For Jyushimatsu.

Jyushi told him to stop, he dont have to do it for the sake of his pain, eventhough Totty decides to do this to protect his brother. Ichi and Choro grow concerns about his decision and told Oso and Kara to stop him this instant (eventhough these two dont know what the hell happene but follows what Choro said)

(This part make me wonders recently, bcus this drama CD released after season 2 AND before movie, we already know that older bros protect Totty when they were teenagers, maybe bcus, you know, he baby BUT ALSO his bros get use to it protect him when he can easily scaredy cat when it comes to danger, he goes hiding behind one of them

AND WE KNOW THAT HE STILL DO THAT which is kinda valid. But bcus they all already adult Totty knows that whenever older brothers is in trouble, he, of course, gotta do something for the safety ((unless some part is not about him he knows his ego lol)) He knows that standing there crying like a baby and feel useless is not working anymore. So basically he already brave enough to help them back. Remember the episode about mixer interview in season 1? When he said if he accomplish something important to graduate as NEETs/virgins, he'll help his brothers. And maybe it just me but I didn't not expect Totty might accomplished his courageous like that and prepare for it to save Jyushi from this drama CD. Thats insane. I wish this can be animate okimdone)

As Totty slides open the entrance house door, they all saw someone unfamiliar outside. It's a kid. Jyushimatsu knows him.

Jyushi surprised why this kid is here in the middle of the night and the kid straight up screams " I'M SO SORRY! " The kid explained that it was his fault that he did hit Jyushi's head (with baseball bat i believe) too hard ended up make Jyushi collapse and hospitalize in the end. Jyushi told him that dont feel bad about it and told he dont have to come here at all. I think the kid about to cry??

And then Totty step out to move aside Jyushi away, and face the kid. Choro was about to say "Totty, no! Don't do it" but it cut off with Todomatsu's serious word to the kid. (this part im not sure it 100% right but basically he said something like this) :

"Its quite brave of you that you came here for apologize to Jyushimatsu-niisan. Even I just want to see whoever hurt my brother just for the talk, but I heard that loud and clear. Thank you for being understand what you've done. Did you came here by yourself? Let me take you home. I'm pretty sure your parents worried about you." He said that while gave a pat on kid's head and smiles. The kid cried.

Jyushimatsu let out his big sigh of relieve and lay down on the floor, let out his word "THANK GOD IT TURNS OUT WELL!!" as we can see that Jyushi is super worried about Totty's behavior when it turned serious. Choro heard that and he did a cute happy laugh (im not kidding????? Kamiya's made this laugh really cute in this one) and then Totty look back smiles more and Choukei at the back were like "Welp we did it lol we save the day"(<- didnt do anything)

In the end Ichi attacks on the kid with a wrestling and threatening "How dare you hurt my brother like that I'm going kill you right now" and the bros tried to stop him while the kid is in pain. Thats the skit.

Literally kinda rare to talk about it cus I never seen anyone translate any wacchatto shita kanji at all except the few (audios, mostly) but the few from vol 1 and this skit from vol 3. Anyway s SUEMATSU MOMENTS BRO!!!!!!!!! SUE MOMENT WHEN THE WHEN THE TODOMATSU HELPE JYUSHIMATSU IS SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZAMN!!!!!!!!

As youngest siblings of 3, I need to see more suematsu content in the future!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!gaming moment

anyways about this cd i heard on youtube years ago I only remember only three skits from such as this good sue skit , chibita&ichi talk about kitties, and nenchuu fights (i think anyone knows about their WUOW!!! lol)

[everybodyloveshippos]

hi i wrote this at work bcus inspiration is a fickle mistress anwyays its ??? idk its abut ronan discovering eli is Really upset about thrawn going missing and he has No idea how to comfort ppl. him and eli cough a lot due to general discomfort. are they sick? probably

-

Ronan hears them before he sees them. He can’t make out any of the accursed Chiss dialect, but he does recognize the twang of Lieutenant Commander Vanto’s accent, which seems to manifest itself no matter the language. His voice is raised, and he sounds distressed. Ronan hears Ar’alani’s voice too, so he waits outside the briefing room. Vanto hurries out the door and past him, and if the look on his face is anything to go by Ar’alani had given him bad news. Vanto doesn’t seem to notice that he’s there, which bothers Ronan slightly. In the Empire, people at least respected him enough to acknowledge his presence. Here? He really was a nobody.

Ar’alani steps out moments later, sees him  and frowns. She begins to speak in the trade language Sy Bisti (which Vanto had insisted he learn very quickly much to his chagrin) very slowly- though for which of their sakes he wasn’t sure. “Grand Admiral Thrawn has been…” she trails off, unsure of how to continue. “Compromised. His fleet was lost, I am told at the hands of a young….” her face scrunches up and she mutters in Cheunh. “Sky-no what is it...Jedi.. A young Jedi and his group of insurgents.” Jedi? Lost? Lost how? “Lost, Admiral?” One Jedi can't destroy a fleet. Even outlandish old Clone Wars rumors didn’t boast impossible feats like that. Surely Thrawn was smarter than some rogue Jedi?

“Lost. Lost in the unknown regions. Not fully destroyed I am told. The details are unclear, and confusing at best. I thought you should know as a former agent of the Empire.” Ronan nods. “Right. I don’t suppose you’d tell me how the Ascendancy came by this information about the Empire?” Ar’alani gives a hint of a wry smile “I shall not.” He didn’t think so. No one told him a damn thing. He nods and goes to walk away when she cuts in. “Ronan. You may want to tread lightly on this matter with Lieutenant Commander Vanto. Him and Thrawn were…” she purses her lips, “close.”

-

Close. He does not find the opportunity to bring up the matter with Vanto because he doesn't see him. At all. If he didn’t know any better he’d say the man was avoiding him, which was ridiculous because they didn't even spend time together, but all the same he barely caught a glimpse of him.

A whole week after the news of Thrawn’s disappearance, he runs into Vanto staring intently at a screen hooked up in one of the lower level rooms set aside for storing data and running numbers. “Oh. I didn’t know you were here.” Vanto startles and looks up. Dark circles line his large brown eyes, and his usually pleasant features look rather worse for wear. “You look awful,” he tells him. “Thank you,” Vanto moves to get up and Ronan realizes how bad that sounded. “No wait, I don't mean, like-ah.” He sighs. “I mean you look unhealthy. Are you...okay?” “I’m fine.” Ronan rolls his eyes. “Yeah I believe that. Is this about, uh,” Ar’alani’s voice drifts into his mind. Him and Thrawn were close. “Thrawn?” At the mention of Thrawn's name Vanto stiffens and turns back to his screen. Touchy. “You heard about that, huh.” He lets out a hollow laugh. “Purrgils. Can you believe that? His fleet got attacked by Purrgils, after all that, all that time, all that-” his voice wavers a little and Ronan suddenly feels dangerously out of his element. Vanto sounded upset. Oh god, Ronan thinks, what if he starts crying- “Nevermind,” Vanto says shakily. “It doesn't matter now. I just wish…” he trails off. Ronan clears his throat, and then says the last thing he wants to say, because he is not a horrible person no matter what a certain Commodore Faro might think. And if comforting a distraught deserter (fellow deserter, his mind unhelpfully supplies) was what he needed to do to prove that, well, no one can say he didn’t rise to the occasion.

“You just wish what?”

“I had so much faith in him, Ronan. Thrawn was-is- special. I’ve never met anyone like that, you understand? Thrawn w-is someone who….I wanted to be part of what he was creating. He had, has, these grand plans, these plans that he let me be a part of and I just wish ...well, I wish he got to to see them to the end.” Ronan nods, surprisingly understanding of where Vanto was coming from. He felt the same kind of admiration for Director Krennic and his visions for the Empire. “Now he’s gone, lost or-or dead,” Vanto takes a shaky breath. Ronan puts what he hopes is a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure it’s hard to lose someone you looked up to.” Vanto looks away and is silent for a moment. “It’s not just that. We...we were friends. I don't just miss his big ideas, or his genius.  I miss the way he spoke to me. Like I was someone special.” “I...see,” Ronan says, realizing he may have bit off more than he could chew in comforting Vanto. He thought it was like a soldier mourning his favourite commander, maybe even his mentor figure, but Vanto didn't just sound sad. He sounded heartbroken. ‘You really admired him, huh.” There is a long silence. “Something like that.” Vanto says quietly, more to himself than Ronan. Oh. Oh. Ronan clears his throat. He’d done that a lot today. “Right. Well, I better not distract you any more from your work-” “I was leaving soon anyways.” Great. Ronan had all but exhausted his admittedly limited emotional support resources. They make their way to the building they both have their quarters in. Ronan notices a small item in Vanto’s hand. “What's that?” “Oh. It’s Thrawn's journal.” Of course it was. 

-

Vanto sits next to him at breakfast the following day. He coughs slightly and motions toward the food. “It’s better with the spice that’s kept near the kitchens. If you wanted to know.” “Noted.” “Thanks. For last night, I mean. Talking to me. Sorry if it was weird, I didn’t mean to get so…” he coughs again. Ronan shrugs, and pointedly doesn’t look up from his food. “I've had weirder conversations.” He hadn't. Vanto laughs. A nice sound, one Ronan wouldn’t mind hearing again. He doesn’t dwell on that thought. “Okay. Well, thanks anyways.” They eat their meal in a relatively amicable silence, and if Vanto’s eyes look a little red and puffy, well, Ronan doesn’t comment on it.

-

[cryptid-bloodhound]

The Phantom Agony

So, this was totally for @ajays-lullaby​ for that music ask game and uh...it got like wayyy longer than intended. So rather than put it all in the ask (bcus I can’t put a read more in there i don’t think??) i decided to make a separate post. Otherwise yall would h a t e me for the clunky ass text. anyway, hope yall enjoy! <3

Characters: Wraith, Bloodhound

Notes: It’s a total supernatural/fantasy AU. Ghost!Wraith (aka Wraith!Wraith bcus i think im funny) and Monster Hunter!Bloodhound. It can be platonic or romantic if u squint depending on your preference. Wraith has no memories, mean voices, and bad anxiety. she just needs a hug.

Read On: Ao3

Random Song Selected for the Prompt: Monster - Starset

“My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul Who knew the emptiness could be so cold? I've lost the parts of me that make me whole I am the darkness I'm a monster“

Deep in the wilds forgotten by time lurked the shadow of a woman lost to despair. It was a desolate place that reeked of woe. What life had once flourished there had long since been chased away by the tormented entity. Trees stood barren and brittle, casting long, gnarled shadows in every direction like greedy hands. Nothing but cold dirt and stones pocked the ground. Everywhere else in this forest was thriving and beautiful. Everywhere except for the den of the Wraith.

She could not remember anything; not her name, her age, how long she had been trapped here, or where all of this anger came from. It was as if she simply came into being one day full of anguish and hate. There was an endless aching in her skull in the form of callous voices. They're insidious little whispers just at the furthest reaches of her mind, tempting her with memories she could never quite grasp. Try as she might, they always seemed just out of her reach. It was maddening. She wanted to know who she was, why she was stuck here, why everything hurt, hurt, hurt-

She could recall voices, though.

So many voices.

They scratched aching grooves into her nerves when those harsh tones rose in her mind. What they said, she couldn’t catch but it filled her with a God-awful dread. Always the same voices, always the same tones.

And she could remember pain.

So much pain.

Like torn sinew and choking breath, it crawled through the ghost of her nerves. Over and over and over and over. She just wanted it all to stop! 

There had been a fear so strong in those lost memories that it branded her soul. She could still taste its acrid flavor like bile on her tongue. How utterly cruel it is that she can taste nothing but her fear. Her fear and her rage. She was but a phantom of suffering, wailing pleas and profanities into the deep, yawning abyss around her. She would grip her head and scream, scream, scream for help but no one ever came. No one that stayed, that is.

At first, she did not know what she was. Not until some hikers crossed her path, that is. They walked into her grove, a light and joy in their eyes that made her ache. She called out to them but they did not answer. She walked up to them and asked for help. Still, they did not answer. They walked around her sacred area with wide eyes, remarking on the eerie feeling all around, pointing out the oddly dead foliage, and joking as if she were not there. An ugly, pernicious feeling curdled her gut at the callous display.

Then, the man let out a loud, sharp laugh and a spike of utter terror pierced her to the core. It echoed like a record stuck on repeat in her head. That sound was so very much like the one in her sparse memories. Had she a breath, it’d be caught in her throat. Instead, that cold fear twisted and turned inside of her. It thawed and melted, kept heating up until it boiled over. This... This was one of them. All of her pain and dread and hate spewed forth like a volcano and she positively erupted. With bared teeth and clawed hands, she rushed forward. Her presence was felt like a harsh gust of wind - the herald of a coming storm. 

She could not feel her strikes land but the fear in the couple’s eyes and red lines forming on his face let her know that the manifestation of her wrath could certainly be felt. Nature trembled and bowed to her unearthly power as the people skittered over themselves to escape. The Wraith went to take chase but was held back by an unknown force. No matter how hard she pulled at the unseen tether or beat against the invisible wall, she could not leave. Those voices in her head wailed with gnashing teeth, hungry for vengeance. They were left to starve.

From that revelation came a cruel, aching bitterness. There were people out there who took her life from her. They twisted her into some sort of monster and she was stuck here, forced to live in damnation because of it. That bitterness and agony swelled like a balloon. She would chase away any who dared enter her grove because having them there was just another form of torture. She wanted to speak with them. She wanted to feel the warmth of another’s touch, a caring embrace, something . But she was denied even that simple kindness. It was the low hanging fruit she simply could not get. The oasis just beyond her fingertips. And just like the old Fox’s fable, she grew sour over that taunting temptation. It was better to push them all away than to be tormented even further. 

It was better to be alone than in agony.

She could not recall how long it had been since the last person fleed from her territory. Time seemed so very inconsistent to The Wraith. Hours, days, years. It meant nothing to her. So she stalked her lonesome grove with a void in her soul that would not leave. There were times she regretted chasing all who came here away because this desolation felt too close to torture these days.

Hadn’t it always?  

She pushed those prodding little voices back as hard as she could. There was no use wondering about ‘what if’s and ‘I should have done’s. This is the path she chose and she will stay to it with her chin up and the fierce conviction that was undeniably all her. No amount of longing or rapacious voices will make her backpedal. What’s done is done, after all.

So, when the day came when an oddly masked figure approached her grove she beat back those feelings of yearning and clamped down on the ache inside of her. The Wraith would chase this one away just like all the rest. They would simply walk by her, taunt her with the life she’s been denied, and dangle comfort like a toy. With the same hard stare and clenched fists, she drew upon her pain and prepared to bring the Heavens down once again. 

But something strange occurred.

That figure stopped just at the edge of her grove, mere inches from her invisible barrier. They cocked their head as if curious while looking around slowly. Their outfit was unlike any she had laid her eyes on before. Armor was not typically worn by any but soldiers and even then it was unlike this armor. Regardless of the oddity, she remained prepared for that inevitable moment they’d cross her threshold. They were probably another adventure seeker or ‘ghost hunter’ looking for a thrill. The frown tugging her lips only deepened at the thought. The Wraith despised those sorts the most. Her agony was not an attraction to be delighted by and she would entertain none who thought otherwise.

“May I enter your home?”

The unexpected words nearly startled the spectral being. Never before had someone attempted to speak to her. It sent a jolt through her body and that malignant current she built up wavered.

“What?”

As soon as she answered she felt foolish. No doubt this one was speaking to ‘The Ghost of the Shattered Forest’. Before she could even get back to scowling, that masked face turned to look directly at her. 

“I humbly requested entrance to your home.”

Again, she was at a total loss. What traction she had built crumbled like sand between her fingers. There was absolutely no way this individual heard her. The Wraith tried desperately not to get her hopes up as that masked gaze never wavered from her direction.

“You can see me?”

Her voice, soft and ethereal, wavered ever so slightly at the end of her words. ‘No!’ She yelled at herself. ‘I can’t hope for this.’ Had she not already been dead then surely the crushing disappointment would end her entirely. But, as she tried to smother that devilishly persistent flicker of hope, that mask gave a quiet nod of acknowledgment. She trembled with nerves she thought were long gone. 

“But... how? Nobody else can.”

There was a fragileness like ill-tempered glass in her voice that she despised . It’s just been so, so long since she spoke to someone - since she felt alive . If she had tears to shed, she feared they would get the best of her. Even now, just this small confirmation had her choke back a sob of pure joy. 

“I have been gifted with sight by the Gods.”

Their voice was just as odd as their armor. An accent curled heavily around their words in a way she was unfamiliar with. Foreign, then. She couldn’t help but wonder if they truly were blessed to see such a creature as her or if they were delusional. In her eyes, such sight would be nothing short of a curse. She cleared her throat - a useless but ingrained habit - as she composed herself. This was a stranger. One who could see her. One who may hurt her. Those snarling, snapping voices tried to tempt her to violence. It would be best to destroy this person before they had a chance to cause her more pain. 

That grotesque desire was so strong it nearly suffocated her. She would not heed them. After all, she was no one’s puppet. Still, even the chance of danger had her ghostly, almost translucent eyes narrowing suspiciously. Once bitten, twice shy.

“Who are you?”

The stranger never shifted from their spot, she noted. She had never permitted them to cross into her withered grove and they acknowledged that. Instead, they stood calm and tall, exuding a peace she can’t recall ever feeling. It made that hunger in her rise like a leviathan. She wanted that peace. Whether it was due to her desire for comfort or that damning hunger, she gestured for the hunter to step into her territory. They gave a gracious gesture and took but a few steps forward before halting.

“I am Blothhundr, a Hunter of the Gods. You may call me Bloodhound.”

That wariness didn’t wane after their introduction. If anything, all it accomplished was setting her teeth on edge. There was a war waging in her head between the desire to close the distance and drink in the company she’s long been denied and the desire to cast them far, far away so she would be safe. That inner battle caught her tongue for a moment and kept her rooted in her spot. Finally, she was able to push past the haze of violent screams echoing like sirens to get out a response.

“And what are you hunting?”

They paused for only a moment before uttering a single word.

“Monsters.”

Just like that, her hopes shattered all around her. There was something utterly devastating about finally getting just what one has always desired only for it to be twisted so cruelly. She had no doubt this proclaimed Divine Hunter was here for her head. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so harsh to the mortals who crossed her path. That bitterness mixed with a swell of fear and it reminded her of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It came in the form of the singing silver of blades unsheathed and cruel, husky voices.

While the voices screamed for action and her body trembled to flee, she stood her ground proud and tall. Perhaps under all of that fear of what’s to come was a shred of dark relief. Anything would be better than this lonely Hell, wouldn’t it? Regardless, she would face her hunter with all of her fierce, untamed fury. She wouldn’t go quietly into the night. Not again. That ethereal energy she possessed built around her once more as she prepared for their inevitable clash.

“I take it that monster is me?”

As she spoke, she jutted her chin up in defiance, letting it be known that she would be no easy prey. Instead of aggression, however, she was met with pacifism. They raised their gloved hands in a placating gesture that once again surprised her. 

“My apologies, I have not made my intentions clear. No, you are not the one I am after.”

They sounded completely sincere but how would she know any better? Her disbelief colored her voice dark with its dry, skeptical undertone.

“Really?”

Still, the odd hunter seemed unfazed. They merely gave another polite nod.

“Já.”

That frown on her face only deepened further. They lapsed into a tense silence as she eyed them up warily. There was a barely concealed hostility just beneath her wraps as those voices implored her to act. Once more, the hunter spread their hands out wide in a grand gesture meant to convey some sort of understanding.

“Not all óvættr are wraiths and revenants. Some appear as men. They are the most monstrous of all. They are who I am after.”

Again, something in her head twisted sharply. There was a thought - a memory - at the very edges of her mind. It left her itching to chase that particular white rabbit. Still, she did not speak. She did not want to encourage this enigmatic hunter to keep raising her hopes back up. It’s a trick , the voices claimed. Her jaw clenched and she felt a phantom pain from the pressure. They continued on.

“Truly, I do not believe Wraiths to be monsters at all.”

She scoffed in utter disbelief. 

“You’d be the first.”

The sardonic, baleful words slipped from her tongue without her permission. She snapped her mouth shut as soon as the last syllable left her lips. The abrupt, almost angry cut-off didn’t seem to bother her newfound companion. They just shook their head, an almost mournful hunch to their once-squared shoulders.

“I am aware. Many misunderstand that which they fear and they fear that which they do not understand. Wraiths are born of violence and injustice. They are innocent souls who met a fate they did not deserve. So they are trapped, unable to find friðr until they find justice. “

Their words stirred up a violent hurricane within her. Flashes of faces colored her vision until it was all she could see. Voices and metal-on-metal beat in her ears. The suffocating scents of leather, dirt, and smoke choked her airless lungs. It all flashed too fast for her to catch but she knew - she knew - where all of her hate and fear came from. This one, they spoke the truth. Something utterly profane happened to her and it robbed her of all that she once was. It left that disgustingly familiar hollow ache in its place. It pulsated like a fetid wound. This wasn’t fair! The dead should not hurt so deeply!

“That’s what happened to me?”

It came out a whisper full of turmoil. The Wraith could hardly untangle this confusing web of emotions she was feeling. It left her wanting to lash out like a wounded, cornered animal as she was used to doing. Without realizing it, she had squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to push the wailing voices and barbed feelings far away. It felt like she would shake apart from the endless tide beating against her soul. 

Stop, please stop!

“It would seem so.”

The soft voice was so much nearer than it had been before. It startled her, though not nearly as much as the gloved hand on her shoulder. She could feel the weight of their hand and the warmth of the glove against her icy skin. So shocking was this gesture that even the voices were silenced for a change. The Wraith could not help but stare with wide doe eyes and gasp quietly.

“How are you able to do that?”

As if only just realizing what they’d done, Bloodhound retracted their hand quickly. She almost wanted to chase the touch, much to her chagrin. Just how starved of affection had she become? ...That was a question she truly did not want answered for surely it would only upset her further. Bloodhound was quiet for a moment before finally answering her question. The tone of their voice hedged dangerously close to uncomfortable.

“...That is a story for another time.”

She frowned slightly at the deflection. The desire to pester them for an answer was strong but then she noticed just how stiff they’d become. Their hands were curled into tight fists and they had turned slightly away from her as if contemplating an escape. A quiet desperation rose in her at the mere thought of being stuck in this lonely purgatory again. 

Wraith quickly reached out, hand hovering over the hunter’s armguard. Slowly, she reached just a bit further until she gently grabbed their arm. For an agonizing moment, she feared her hand would have passed right through them just as it had everyone else. But no, she could feel the rough, worn texture of the metal beneath her ghostly fingers. When she ached, it was with joy this time. Bloodhound slowly looked her direction, stance still ready to run.

“...I accept your help. I...want to remember. Everything. I want...”

Getting the words out was harder than she could have imagined. Asking for help - showing just how vulnerable she is - was so very, very difficult. But, she managed to get the words out there, soft as a spring breeze.

“I want to find peace.”

And by the Gods it was true. There was nothing in this world she wanted more than to finally be at peace. Wraith could only pray that this hunter was true to their word. Slowly, minutely, their stance relaxed. Finally, they gave a small nod and spoke with a confidence that instilled a courage and hope in her she didn’t previously dare let herself feel.

“Then the hunt begins.”

[thegempage]

it’s time. to learn a lot about how vampires and werewolves work in my original writing universe

so sit back, enjoy, and if you have any comments or questions i’d love to hear from you!!

imma start with vampires bcus i’ve been thinking about them a lot

vampire lore:

- they’re not actually called vampires by themselves (usually), textbooks, or most older/magical folk. their official name is “unstuck” or “the unstuck.” “vampire” is a loanword from the mirror world (a world a lot like our modern earth) used as a slang term, mostly to help people moving from the mirror world adjust to their new home (and is also what i’m going to use, bcus it’s less confusing)

- vampirism/being “unstuck” is not a medical or magical condition so much as it’s a form of divinity. to be “unstuck” is a literal interpretation of a complicated ritual that severs the individual's connections to Time (the divine of...... time) and makes them functionally immortal. this is why they also get the increased strength, reflexes, etc that are seen in many direct descendants of divines, and lack the same needs for food, sleep, or air that mortals have

- vampires don’t make other vampires by biting them. being bit by a vampire is the same as getting bit by a large predator like a wolf or big cat. to become a vampire, one must seek out existing vampires and ask them to perform the ritual that, as before, severs those bonds to Time

- they feed on life force and can only taste meat or other similarly strong flavors. the most common and least dangerous way to ensure consistent meals is ranching. they then eat meat as raw as possible

- vampires gather in small communities/families called “houses.” they take up residence in large, abandoned houses with plentiful land, fix them up, and raise cattle in the fields. a house can contain anywhere from six to fifteen vampires, depending on the resources available, and each house has one or two leaders, usually elected on seniority, who runs the day-to-day chores and acts as the final vote in big decisions

- rarely are two houses within less than a three or four days’ walk of each other, and it’s often much longer

- houses will often give themselves or their homes nicknames; for instance, in a story piece i posted, they called it “the House in the Valley” bcus it was nestled in a small valley where the sun set earlier than the surrounding area

- younger vampires or those in houses with lots of space are more likely to perform the ritual necessary to becoming a vampire

- vampires can go out in the day if they’re careful, but it’s usually more trouble than its worth; they need to be completely covered, so they don’t get burnt, but they need loose clothing that allows airflow, so they don’t overheat. their weakness to the sun (and gold) is believed to be bcus they were created by Moon after she got into an argument with her husband, Sun. brave or recently-turned vampires may venture out in the evening, as the sun is setting, to take on earlier chores for everyone else. otherwise, they have sets of specific gear for chores that absolutely have to be done during the day

- vampire houses keep regular food on hand or growing in their fields, usually to feed their cattle but are willing to share with travelers or temporary visitors

- travelers or visitors who stay too long will be asked to join in on any chores they can do but will also be invited to games or dinners they put on. many vampires, esp those originally from the mirror world, became unstuck simply bcus they grew accustomed to the life and didn’t want to leave their family behind by growing old

werewolf lore time:

- like vampires, werewolves are more commonly “wolf-shifters,” to distinguish them from other forms of shifters (shapeshifters/changelings, who can take on any form, nahvudan who have a specific trio of forms, cat-shifters who are basically were-cats etc). “werewolf” is another loanword

- becoming a werewolf is technically a form of mutation when transferred through a bite, which is also why it is genetic and passed down through family lines

- most werewolf infections traced to bites are from self-defense or a willing volunteer (someone who wants to become a werewolf)

- the mutation process takes a few weeks, during which the individual infected tends to be pulled away from the main parts of life and sheltered by the closest pack

- werewolves are not immortal, but they do live a long time, bcus they were created “early” in the Era Before Time as a collaboration project between Sun and Moon. their strength and reflexes come from their connection to wolves

- werewolves are regarded as one of the first new-divine made lifeforms

- Sun made them as a gift for Moon, and her doting on them is theorized to be the origin of their love for her. their weakness to silver is actually a curse from an Old One who wanted to punish Sun and Moon for going behind their back to make life

- werewolf communities are massive. some small villages are the result of two or three packs coming together to live together, and large cities will have pockets of werewolf families all over. these communities aren’t even exclusively werewolf, as

- they’re notorious for taking in anyone who needs it. runaways? they have a seat somewhere at a table for you. orphaned by an accident? don’t worry, you have a home here for as long as you need. wandered off? stay for a while and wait until someone comes to get you in comfort and safety. just want to get away for a while? no problem

- gardens are huge. they love gardening so much. it’s a good stimulating activity both mentally and physically, and in the end, you get either food or beautiful. by extension, some take up animal husbandry

- they actually have some measure of control over their shifting that comes with experience. young or recently turned werewolves may struggle to do it consciously and end up at the whim of their emotions, but older werewolves can switch at ease. the full moon is not a mandatory transformation, but it’s an incredibly strong compulsion

- werewolf communities have post-moon feasts because transforming, in general, takes energy and transforming under the moon’s compulsion takes several times that. also, it’s fun. they love holding feasts

- werewolves, in general, eat a lot, and they tend to spread their meals throughout the day, with one big meal in the evening for everyone to sit down and catch up

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accidental long post

i dont normally put trigger warnings but this post speaks a lot about food/binge eating. and i kinda just went off on one haha. talk of money.

im sitting in the office writing this at work cus my boss told me to do the holidays but im done but i need to vent, the store is abso quite and i just need some time to myself.

i have money! 

oh my god the relief. 

im still gonna be struggling til the end of this month but its not as bad as its been through jan which has been fucking HELL because ive obv been doing my manager job and having all this worry/stress ontop ov it.

i paid my rent +fee and i have enough to cover my bills! !!!!

i bought a bus pass but im gonna probably walk to work when the weather gets less horrible as i acctually didnt mind the walk after a while and i felt a lot fitter adding that exercise into my daily routine. before dropping out of uni, i got quite bad for being the type of person who would go to the gym once or twice a week and justify a lazy existence because of that. the bus is terrible but its the difference of walking 6 miles and being out of the house for like 12 hours a day or whatever and taking a 10 minute bus journey from straight outside my work almost to my front door. 

i ordered new earphones becus mine are not working. they were like 6 quid but so worth it. i went into my favourite cosmetic shop and got some nice stuff for my face as its got so flaky and dry and sore. i bought some new combs, not a great expense, no but the last thing on my list of cheap stuff when i didnt hve any money. my hair is short and tuggy and thisll help. i went into a cheaper cosmetics store and bought a lot of cheap shampoo/conditioner, sanitry products n whatnot. i never used to stockpile these so i ended up at the beginning of jan with nothing, i bought a cheap bar of soap for my body and used some of my flatmates stuff (but its expensive so i did it like once a week max). its so nice to have product. its something i never throught was something id miss cos theyre so essntial but i got to the point where i couldnt really afford them because i had bills going out and had to keep my money for other things.

the front door of the flat is drafty so i got the flat a draft exludor on the way. yay.

ive consumed more food/calories in the past day than i probably have in a couple of years - apart from at christmas. last night i bought a milkshake after work. it was thick and tasty and amazing. on my walk home i also bought a bottle of irn bru, which wasnt as good cus i forgot they changed the receipe but ive not drank fizzy drinks regularly in a 

i thought it was gonna be enough to fill me up but my body suddenly decided it really wanted to binge and treat myself.

i odered a med pizza with two sides and cookies when i got home from work. i just stuffed my face and ate it all. it was glorious. i went out with my flatmate a bit later and i bought quite a big shop with fresh food but also a lot of tinned/frozen things bcus i know i will be poor at the end of the month. i binged on salad items at like midnight. i ate two eggs, a whole freaking cucumber and pack of tomatoes, along with half a red pepper, a carrot, some spring onion and spinach. fresh food never felt so good. i had fruit and a bagel wiv creme cheese for my breakfast this morning. ive not had breakfast in about 6 months because when i started uni i got so stressed i couldnt eat in the morning and then i couldnt really afford to. and i gave myself some money today to get some lunch. i planned on buying one of those salad meal deals but i ended up at subway, i only got a 6 inch tough cos i think i may have died if i got anything bigger. i did however get 3 cookies on offer, ive only ate one as of yet but the other two are staring me down right now. i was so tempted to go to mcdonalds but i would have binged too hard. my poor stomach which i mentioned before had became a lot flatter probs due to lack of food/a lot of walking is so bloated.  i was wearing quite a loose fitting shirt to work and you can just see this big round boi now. customers will think im pregnant fuck me. but its a good bloat. but as i also mentioned ive gained a bit of weight and in the past 24 hours ive probably put on about a stone haha. i probably lost around three inches from my tummy in the past coupla months and now its about 6 inches rounder haha. 

i honestly dont regret it. i think if this was a regular thing and i did stuff like this a lot i would probably be different and feel horrible but it was great. i loved all this good food. 

im gonna go back to reasonable spending now/eating now. i have some spicy carrot soup i made a fortnight ago in the freezer so im gonna heat the rest of that up tonight for me and my flatmate, if i even feel up for eating and tomorrow i will probably enjoy a cheeky but healthy fruit salad for my working lunch.

sucks my brother took out a loan but im splitting his repayments and we can both afford to pay it off, im sure you can even pay it off wholly early (for a fee though) so i could even do that in a few months time cos i already know ill be due a tax refund, i paid so much tax @ my last jobs before i quit them for uni and ill be taxed here but i didnt earn over the threshold due to my break and il be due loadddss back, so we will see.

im gonna donate at the end of the month to some people on here, im not gonna really examine who ‘deserves it most’ and just do it randomly tbh. thanks to the people who donated to me, it e a lot but it did help as i mentioned before.

sidenote below

sidenote - i dont have an eating disorder. i just binged today and yesterday because ive not been able to enjoy the food i like. 

ive always had a bit of a weird relationship with food because ive never been thin and have had some disordered tendancies but nothing thats effected my overall health massively. ive been on countless diets thrughout my life. i dont particularly act like that anymore cos it can be dangerous. id only go on a ‘diet’ if my health was really bad, if i was terribly overweight or if another health condition made me alter my diet. ive also a lot of reckless times where ive just not thought about what ive eat... queue the time i ate a whole selection box and half a tub of ben and jerries for my lunch or the time i only ate a loaf and a half of bread in a day and though ‘ah this is enough calories its fine’. but i think thats moreso bpd. if ive been having a bad time with my mental health i wont care about whats being put in my body. but its not been driven through a desrie to be thinner/bigger ever.

 ive been poor recently and not been living on the best of foods (will probably explain why ive gained weight) but i have been mostly cooking from scratch using frozen meat/fish/veg and tined foods (thank god for bootstrap cooking, am i right???), on occasion i bought fresh veg or meat but thats it. the rest of the food i was eating when i was poor and well still will be eating for the next month was and i try to limit this because i know its really unhealthy has been instant ramen/noodles/soups/rice, breaded frozen meat and frozen garlic bread and chips. snackwise its been like those 10p packs of buiscuits and ive also been baking when i can mostly using my flatmates stuff. if my flatmate was making food and had excess id sometimes have some if she offered but thats been it.

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Cyrus Godfrey accepted! We loved your bio, Teddy, and can’t wait to see John’s cute face on the dash! You know what to do!

Name: Teddy

Age: 18 Timezone:GMT State an account where we can message you: Here. And my blog for Jas too! How did you find out about this roleplay? Been here a while wow. Why do you want to play this character? I’ve been thinking about this idea for him and in my mind have loads of extensive plots I wanna put him through. Also, John Boyega is a gift to this world so I gotta use him! Anything else you would like to tell us? Nada in my mind, loves.

IC: Preferred Ships Cyrus/Chemistry Sample para:

Cyrus sat with a straight posture in his chair waiting to be given the tour around the building then be placed into what he’d be doing for the day. If his mother was here, she would kill him for slouching like a delinquent and to have respect for himself. He was dressed in a nice black sweater with a white shirt underneath. It was a semi-smart/semi-casual look for his first day on this start of his internship for the Mystic Falls New’s team. He imagined he’d be fetching a bunch of coffees or lunches for the first while but the smile on his face and flicker of light in his eyes showed hopefulness that was seemingly unshakable. He couldn’t expect to be doing any actual work. Possibly just shadowing others work until they gave him something real to do. Something excited. Something he could really put his voice into. Though not likely, he remained optimistic. If you remain optimistic, then good things will come your way, right?

When heard his name be called, he picked up his brown dyed messenger bag with him as he follows the ladies lead. And as the question arises again, similar to the one in his interview, they ask him what he would like to do with his future in his life. Cyrus coughed first. He’s calculated multiple variations of this one question in his head with a plethora of different ways of answering it and he’s smiling when he gets it. “Well - to be honest with you, Janette. I want to be Mayor but good things come to those who wait. That’s always what my mama taught me. I like to take opportunities by the hand.” He makes a grasping gesture. They usually best encompassed his thoughts without much effort of thinking about doing them. Instead, he just let them happen. He’s walking along the corridor with her. “I’ve always loved News. I feel like it’s someone’s duty to get people stories out there that deserve the recollection they need. And between you and me, when is diversity with a person a color a bad thing. But don’t tell anyone I said that. White people are so sensitive these days.” He chuckled. Though maybe it could have been taken the wrong way, this was his sense of humor though he spoke eloquently and formal still as he continued. “I’m fairly certain that I can get anything you guys throw at me done. I’m quick thinking. I’m reasonable. Flexible. Whatever you guys need me to do, I’m in because I like being a voice for people with stories that need to be told. You know what I mean?” And as his eyes met with her to get in the lift, he met eyes with a janitor as he got in. And Cyrus almost jumped, his eyes widen. He’s almost certain his whole eye just turned black. A demon. They were still watching him? Couldn’t he catch a break. Janette ask’s him if he’s okay. where he replies with an I’m fine as he catch his breath. “Just heard something that caught me off guard.” BIO: Name: Cyrus Godfrey Birthday: May 2nd (24) Species: Human (Potential Prophet) Lookalike: John Boyega Availability: Taken

Personality

Cyrus is known for a lot of things, like his random love of Japanese Anime, but he’ll be remembered for his wisdom as well as his smile. Despite the hurdles life throws at him, he’s always seemed to come up on top with a level of shining optimism. He’s an advisor, a teacher and definitely a leader in his own right. He achieved great grades in school and strives for absolute excellence in everything he does which may lead others to call him a perfectionist but he’s never really liked the term. He’s a shoulder to cry on when needed but he often forgets that he might need one too. So when he’s down emotionally,  most often this is in seclusion. But he’s also very relaxed generally as he believes a life of too many worries is not a healthy one. He’s the guy always dancing at parties.  He’s open-minded and flexible in his will to learn.

Past

Cyrus wasn’t born in Mystic Falls, Virginia but he always says he might as well have been because that’s where his life began, blossomed and flourished. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York to Silas and Diane Godfrey as an only child and where the city really was his playground at times. He found himself making his own entertainment in the streets and the other kids always respected him because he stood up for justice even then. He was raised on the core values of the Catholic religion with treating people as he would like to be treated. Church every Sunday. He was in his choir. But the streets are a dangerous place for a young boy like himself. He saw things that no kid should really see at his age.

When he was eight years old though, his mother was offered the position as the Creative Writing professor at Whitemore so they left to Mystic Falls where they suspected Cyrus wouldn’t have any problem making new friends which he didn’t. He had an outgoing personality and was always out to help out around the town in any way he needed. He quickly fell in love with the small town lifestyle because he could dig deeper into the undiscovered. New York was a large place of too many people and now he could retain people and relationship better. Creative more meaningful ones.  He learnt about the town’s rich history and quickly became a fan of treasuring into the town’s secrets.

Though Cyrus had multiple offers at Ivy League schools across the state when it came to choosing a college, it came as a shock to everyone when he decided to go to Whitemore, a school where his mother taught. Many people would want to stay clear away from their parent’s work area but to Cyrus, it didn’t actually bother him. They had separate lives although they would meet up for lunch every now and then. He was very active around campus. Holding charities fundraiser. President of the BCU (Black Student Union) and of the debate club and is often on the school’s radio and theatre department for assistance. So if Cyrus disappeared from the face of the earth, he would be noticed. So when it did, the school and its members grew concerned.

Really, this was his first interaction with anything supernatural he could recall. When demons came, their night-black eyes pierced deep into his soul that he was practically in a state of paralysis. They kidnapped him to take him to Crowley and Cyrus didn’t hesitate much because he didn’t know what he was up against. The was confused why someone like him would want to see him. And when he arrived, he learnt that he wasn’t alone.  Crowley told them all, because of none of them aware, that they all had the potential to become prophets of the God and could get the gift of translating the word of God but they weren’t currently because that title belonged to Kevin Tran. He let them go but explained he would have close eyes on him if Kevin was to die, Crowley would be back for him Cyrus returned to class, telling nobody where he’d been but nobody questioned it too much other than his mother which he made an excuse for.

Present

With dreams of being Mayor of Mystic Falls one day, Cyrus likes to stick close to the town and then to do his digging around. Thankfully, he’d gotten himself a placement on the News station at Mystic Falls as an intern for new reporting for a little while to keep things interesting. But with actually possible demons of Crowley around his shoulder, he doesn’t want anyone snooping in his business in things which should be private but News is very public so hopefully, nothing goes wrong whilst on air. Besides, he doesn’t believe the animal-attack bullcrap for a single second. He has no idea about anything supernatural other than demons and angels from what Crowley had said.

Connections

Madelaine Brown.

When Cyrus is in Mystic Falls, he usually does the shopping for his father so he’s become pretty used to seeing Maddie at the grocery store. They have a good banter. He’s even earned a nickname as Taco Boy.

Kevin Tran

Cyrus remembers the current prophets name as he could take his place if he gets himself killed.

Crowley

Cyrus is honestly frightened of the man and if true evil exists, Cyrus thinks that’s exactly what Crowley is. Evil personified.