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lombax-chao · 2 months ago

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This is a more organised rewrite of my headcanon for how the Hardcore/one life mechanic could work in regards to Philzas lore.

It has slight hints of angst, so I’m sure crows will enjoy.

The original post I did was written quickly while I was half asleep, so I’d like to make a more comprehensive list, including details I forgot in the first one.

I’ll also try to explain things in a way people new or unfamiliar with Philza S4 Hardcore world will be able to follow and hopefully enjoy.

Philza hardcore S4 headcanons

Unlike some other interpretations where Hardcore is something that affects Phil specifically (causing him to have one life/can’t respawn), this idea is the world itself being so fragile that a significant (player) death will destroy it.

(This also helps explain why he could die/respawn in other worlds/servers like QSMP)

But first we need to cover why the world is so fragile to begin with; The God War.

Rough timeline of the God War (before Philza arrives):

- World begins existing. Standard Minecraft layout with 3 dimensions; Overworld, Nether and End.

- The various Gods form in their domains (Blaze Empress = Nether, Rose = Overworld nature/plants, Ocean Overlord = Overworld Oceans, Enderking = End, plus some additional Gods Phil has implied exist but hasn’t yet given any details)

- Initial time of peace, everyone’s happy except Enderking who is growing jealous of the other Gods vibrant, lively domains, while he is stuck with the desolate End.

- Enderking begins exerting his power, stealing bits and pieces of Overworld and Nether (Like how Endermen steal blocks, he can steal whole biomes) and bringing them to the End.

- Other Gods eventually notice the theft, start turning against Enderking.

- Enderking becomes angrier at their rejection, he feels he’s just claiming what should rightfully be his, because his world has nothing but he has the power to change that.

- Enderking begins targeting the other Gods domains. (Blaze and Ocean)

- The Gods try to repair the damage he caused with their own powers.

- Nethervoid and Flowerfall are created.

- Rose reinforces her own domain as a preventative measure against Enderking.

- Greater Spawn Islands are created.

- Enderking plans to use his power to fuse both the Overworld and the Nether with the End, giving himself full control over the whole world.

- This leads to the Flooding of the End, and the death of Enderking.

(- Phil has mentioned a few causes of the flooding, but I’m uncertain what the official take is, or if Phil has even decided there is one. Either Enderking simply fucked up his world takeover attempt, the other Gods interfered with his plan, or the Gods actively caused the flooding as an attack on the Enderking. Honestly doesn’t matter which is correct for this, so pick your favourite.)

- Endlantis is created.

- World is left in disrepair, the remaining Gods try and keep their domains safe as the damage just continues to grow.

- The Gods eventually become weaker and weaker, until they are barely active in the world, their creations falling to ruin around them as a very long period of time passes (Centuries? Millennia?)

- Philza finds the world.

Quick Overview:

- The main cause of the worlds fragility is the war between Enderking and the other Gods.

- Enderking is the main culprit of the damage, but the other Gods haven’t helped the situation.

- Every time the Enderking used his power to steal a piece of the Overworld or Nether it left behind damage that the Void could then enter and spread. (Nethervoid is the obvious example of this)

- He also caused further problems by bringing the stolen matter to the End, further details below (The Void).

- As a result the world is on the brink of destruction, it can’t be saved.

- None of the HC deities know the extent of the damage their world has suffered, they don’t realise they are doomed.

- When Philza found the world it basically latched on to him, the fact he’s the Angel of Death means he can just barely stabilise the world.

- He is fully aware of the state of the world, and he’s the only one that knows.

- But he can’t fix it, only pause its deterioration.

- And when he does eventually, inevitably die, the world will be consumed by the Void and vanish.

- The Gods will also die with the world, as they are essentially the living embodiment of their parts of the world.

- Philza will be the only thing to survive, just moving on to a different world, like he always has.

The Void:

- The Void is eternal, unending and exists between all worlds.

- It is not malicious, it isn’t even conscious in any way, it is simply a force of nature.

- No God has dominion over the Void, but Kristin - as the Goddess of Death - has the closest connection to the Void.

- The Void could be viewed as a gateway to Kristin’s realm (Death) due to it destroying/killing all that it consumes.

- In normal circumstances both the Overworld and Nether have a layer of solid bedrock shielding them from the Void below and preventing it from affecting them, but due to the Enderkings actions this is no longer the case.

- The Void now has easy access to both realms and has begun to spread and disrupt the fabric of the world.

- The End doesn’t have the security of a bedrock barrier, it is always floating above a hungry Void.

- The dragon is linked to the Void, that’s why it’s able to destroy blocks. (I have other hcs about the dragon, but they aren’t really relevant to the Hardcore lore)

- A careful balancing act of empty, desolate islands are all that can safely exist without agitating the Void below.

- When the Enderking started bringing massive amounts of matter from the Overworld and Nether to the End it disrupted that balance.

- Even though he shrinks his stolen prizes down, it doesn’t counteract the sheer amount of material he has pulled into the End.

- All 3 dimensions are actively being targeted and consumed by the Void, and nothing can undo the damage.

Nethervoid:

- Nethervoid is the most blatant sign of the damage the world is suffering, it also demonstrates how the Gods don’t realise how serious the damage is.

- The Blaze Empress has used a massive amount of power to try and restrain the Void and its reach, and on the surface she seems to have been successful.

- The Quartress and its surrounding islands make it appear that the Empress has everything under control, but to maintain the Nethervoid she has to constantly expend energy just to keep it stable.

- The reality is that Nethervoid is a drain on both energy and physical matter (it is still consuming the Nether, while Blaze has slowed it significantly she can’t stop it), and it is a one way system.

- Everything that is consumed in Nethervoid is irreversibly lost to the Void, further adding to the worlds deterioration.

Special mention for Nethervoid part 2:

- I was happy with part 2 because it works really well with my ideas.

- To be specific it shows the how the Void is spreading beyond Nethervoid itself, despite Blaze Empress doing her best to contain it.

- Each window to a distant biome is an ominous sign of the Void consuming the Nether, all those locations are now at risk.

- I imagine the windows began to appear after the War, in the very long period of time between the Enderkings death and Philza finding the world, during which all the surviving Gods begin to grow weaker and less active in the world.

- While I’ve been writing this all out, Philza just had a recent stream where he mentioned the formation of a river passing between two of the windows, and how Blaze saw it forming and did nothing about it… could interpret that as she couldn’t do anything about it as she looses her ability to keep the Nethervoid stable. (I was excited when he mentioned that little idea haha)

- The windows are a sign of the Blaze Empress losing her strength and grip on Nethervoid.

Overworld:

- The damage to the Overworld is less obvious than the Nether (at least in the locations we have seen/Phil has built) due to there being more gods in the Overworld to try and maintain appearances (Rose, Ocean Ovelord to start, and Phil has hinted at there being more he hasn’t revealed yet).

- Or that’s how things seem on the surface, the truth is that the Enderkings actions have fractured the Overworld just as severely as the Nether.

- It should be noted that in Enderkings lair we can see a collection of places he has stolen, this includes the Ocean Overlords original temple and a piece of the Nether we can assume is what originally sat in Nethervoids location.

- But there are more than just those 2, multiple Overworld biomes are on display alongside them, and it’s safe to say that the others didn’t all have a dedicated God trying to salvage the damage done to the region following the theft.

- The presence of the Void at some of these locations rivals that of Nethervoid, if not worse due to lack of Godly interference.

- These biomes are scattered across the Overworld, out of sight for most of the Gods, but they are seriously damaged, and that damage is spreading unchecked.

Endlantis:

- Most info about the damage done by Enderking has already been covered in above sections, but I should once again mention how bringing large amounts of matter to the End makes the Void lurking below more voracious.

- Especially considering how the War ended with the flooding of the central island, with an oceans worth of water being brought to the End in a single moment.

- That addition of a literal fuckton of water really didn’t help the whole balance thing the End needed to stay stable and keep the Void calm.

- Depending on what version of events caused the flooding of the End (Enderking messed up his world fusing plan, or the Gods did something to cause the flood) means either the Enderking has yet another thing to be blamed for, or the other Gods unknowingly threw their whole world even further towards oblivion.

- Admittedly stopping the Enderking was definitely necessary, considering his ultimate goal was combining all 3 dimensions, a plan that would have absolutely plunged the world straight into the Void and killed them all if he actually went through with it.

- Not that any of them know that.

Special mention for the Battle for Endlantis:

- Specifically the fact 2 dragons showed up and messed up part of Endlantis.

- As mentioned before, dragons are connected to the Void, hence the block destruction.

- The instability of the End basically summoned 2 whole ass dragons to consume some of that stolen material.

- Philza eventually kills both, but not before they take a few good chunks out of the various stolen biomes, structures, and even the Enderkings own corpse.

- This situation wasn’t so much an attack, more like an instinctive drive to correct an imbalance.

Philza:

- So, the man (Angel? Bird?) that’s keeping the whole world from being Yeeted into the Void.

- He’s an immortal wanderer, you know, standard Philza character lore.

- He travels to different worlds, exploring and learning about them as he goes, occasionally staying long enough to leave his own mark on a world before pressing onward again.

- Then he found this world; a fragile, fragmented mess that was hanging on the very edge of existence, quite literally teetering on the edge of the Void.

- He could recognise the world clinging to his presence - he was something new and strong enough to provide at least a little stability - and realised he was the only thing that could stave off the inevitable destruction. At least, as long as he avoided dying.

- He saw the God-made structures, fallen into disrepair, and took it upon himself to try and restore them, at least for as long as he could remain in the world.

- He eventually came into contact with the remaining Gods, weak and sleepy as they are, and began to learn about the worlds history, about how it came to be in such a state.

- The surviving Gods like him, they see him as a new, curious little mortal, helpfully cleaning up their domains and listening to their stories, because all Gods are a little vain and like to be acknowledged.

- They don’t realise the reason he’s so careful, so focused on removing any dangerous pests (mobs) from their homes and making them safe (spawn proof), is because he can’t risk dying.

- None of them realise Philza is the only thing preventing their deaths.

- And Philza has no intention of telling them.

The Inevitable:

- Ultimately, Philza will eventually die. He’s a fantastic survivalist, but not perfect, and it will happen eventually.

- When he dies it will send ripples through the delicate fabric of the world, and those ripples will finally tear it to pieces.

- The Void will roar through every dimension and consume everything in its path.

- The Gods won’t even realise what is happening when they die. It’ll be too quick.

- And Phil will move on to a new world, the only remnants of this one being the memories he carries, and whatever stories he shares in the future.

I’m pretty sure that’s all the details I have for this concept now, at least the ones specifically about just the S4 world.

A story about Gods unintentionally destroying their own reality, and not a single one even realises it’s happening. Only a solitary wanderer stumbling into the world understands the dire situation they are in.

I do want to clarify I am but a simple crow, I don’t know everything Philza has shared on this world, and maybe some of these ideas do conflict with some detail he has mentioned and I missed/forgor. These are just some fun headcanons I dreamed up over the last few months that make the world itself a bit more angsty.

It’s also probably obvious, but these ideas aren’t going into detail about the Gods themselves, mainly because both Phil and the community have created so much lore for them that trying to include all that here would likely triple the length of this post, at the very least. So I’m intentionally not going into detail on that aspect of lore, just my ideas of how the world itself works.

I do have a few thoughts about how this all interacts with the QSMP lore Phil did, and how things might change a bit to work with what we saw on Quesadilla Island, and how it might have progressed if the server hadn’t ended (some of which is a bit evil) but I’m gonna leave this for now.

Thanks for reading.

#philza #philza hardcore #philza hc #my writing #Philza hardcore lore #headcanon #angst #hopefully I got it all this time

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rain-nap-write · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna set this idea here and maybe come back to it, maybe not. I don’t know how to make it short, so it would probably be long and I don’t know how motivated I am for that LMAO, I am still working on that Claude one! Anyhow, here’s an idea for a totk link x reader! (It’s kind of long). I like to come up with scenarios in my head when I listen to music, and this was one :)

Ok so,

In the events (early) of breath of the wild, you’re part of the yiga clan, but you’ve been having doubts because most of the continent is afraid of you. Trouble is, you’ve been there your whole life, you’re one of their important fighters, and the blood moon resets nature.

You were technically involved with the recent events between the yiga and shieka, but you and (can’t remember his name but the guy in kakariko who has two kids and left the yiga) we’re in kahoots, and you did everything you could to protect his wife. She knew that, and urged you to stay quiet to protect yourself. This was another thing driving you away from the yiga. But how were you supposed to abandon everything, where would you even go? You loved these folks and you didn’t think the shieka would accept that you had a change of heart, even if (the dude’s name) vouched for you. That might even get him in trouble!

So for now, you’ll stick it out.

When link first gets off the Great Plateau, he has an encounter with you. You beat him and he’s not really fighting you back, so when you’re over him and hoisting a weapon to lodge in his throat, your hesitancy that has built through the battle finally takes hold. You’re kinda like, “Wtf?? Why aren’t you fighting back??” He answer back like a, “I want to help people, not hurt them.”

After that, you can’t really find it in your heart to kill him. You even give him some healing potions and take him to dueling peaks stable (in disguise) and point him towards kakariko. Tbh you’re kind of worried about him.

The next time you’re sent to fight him, he’s on his way to zoras domain to take on the divine beast and you pop out of the sky. You didn’t now it was him, since you were just sent after a guy sparking some Link rumors among the yiga. You also didn’t know that you popped up between him and a battle between a monster encampment. Taken off guard, you were struck from behind, but you fended them off the best you could, given that you are on the verge of a blackout. Link helps you and gives you some healing stuff this time. He asks you if you’re going to hurt him (he recognizes a mark on your mask) and stares at you, waiting for an answer. After thinking about what to do, you answer no.

You even decide to help him. While you’re not ready to drop everything and join him (yet) you will make him a charmed necklace. You make it, and let him know that it will ward off the tracking of the yiga, honing that knowledge, and if he’s in danger or not, to you alone so you can come when he needs. (He’s gotta hide it, so that if the yiga in disguise catch him, they won’t catch on).

He finds out after he reaches the Zoe as domain, that if he thinks about you really hard, you’ll be summoned. You think he’s in danger, so you get kind of annoyed when he does this (he does it a lot on his way to the next divine beast, he is lonely and sad. Plus, you’re kind to him. Even though you get super annoyed bc you never know if you’re about to get hit or watch him roll around in the grass or smth).

At some point before the second divine beast, he stops in a field of dandelions and thinks about you really hard, wanting you to enjoy it too :) Of course, you pop up and start your little half hearted annoyed rant, but you stop when you notice him. He’s just been looking at you with the sweetest smile on his face, even though you’ve been kind of upset (not really, you love when he calls and he is very smug about knowing this). It literally makes your heart ache.

You tell him that you want to join him, and leave the yiga (but if he goes to kakariko, you’ll be at dueling peaks (until you eventually reconcile) shaking in your boots). Link is so happy, you think you’re going to have a heart attack. You tell him you’ll be back by night, you’ve gotta get your belongings and make sure it’s untraceable, maybe fake your death. He’s got a smile from ear to ear and he’s excited to have you along, nearly tearing up as you teleport away.

Little did you know you would not have to try faking your death, as you’re getting jumped by the yiga as soon as your sigils show up. Everyone is acting weird and so you decide sooner rather than later, and grab your stuff because your spider senses are tingling. At that point, you notice something’s about to go down and you’re sprinting for the entrance. You don’t want to fight these folks, they’re your family. Or, they once were, years ago. Anyhow, you’re dodging left and right until you’re in the lil canyon spot and get confronted by kohga and a bunch of blade masters. You take them on, but you’re pretty wounded bc a bunch of more advanced foot soldiers had also caught up.

You do your best to get their unconscious selves next to a fire in the canyon because the sun is going down, and you can name these people (you don’t want them hurt). You drag yourself to the bazaar and they help you heal up, a few of them saw the fight and were grateful (not knowing the story) and you return to Link.

Link was taking down a lynel, trying to build back up his skills after struggling with the polymus one. He spots your sigils and gets a little freaked out because of the situation you’re all about to be in (even more freaked out when he catches the state you’re in). You help him out a little, as best you can, and he’s making sure you don’t take more damage (while being careful himself. he only earned a scratch, which you fixed up).

You share a heart to heart, and it’s kinda romancy. You share a bunch of those throughout the botw events, and heartwarming moments. Also several “oh no! One bed!” Moments. But you don’t get together until after Zelda is safe. Link is a sap but he’s got goals (I say as he was romancing you the whole way).

ANYHOW, TEARS OF THE KINGDOM! SO,

Y’all are adventuring the castle, and the Gannon event starts happening. You’re sprinting for Zelda and grab her hand, but you’re both shoved off by Gannon attacking Link. As you’re falling you squeeze Zelda close to you and are getting ready to pull out a glider or teleport, when y’all are pulled back in time.

You’re kind of there protecting Zelda (in link’s place instead of beside him 😔). The day the memory happens where Sonia is got by gannondorf, you happen to catch him just before he gets there. You’re strong and skilled, but you’re no triforce wielder, and you don’t have the sword. But, he sees potential in your strength, and sees the magic that you possess (yiga stuffs), so he’s holding you by the throat and goes to the spot behind Sonia. You can’t even brush your feet on the floor, and you’re helpless as it happens. Zelda is trying to figure out what to do, because you’re held hostage, but Sonia needs immediate assistance. You’re waving at her to shoo her away, signaling that you’re ok (not true lmao). So, when rauru comes, they make their escape. (POV: Link watching in absolute horror)

Gannondorf drags you to wherever the chasm is and figures he can use you as an amplifying power source (like a horcrux prism or smth). He uses the tear on you to kind of make you suspended in his malice in an everlasting state of giving and taking power from you. You are where most of the never ending malice comes from, even while he’s sapped dry, for him and the other gannons. (It’s kind of like when aang is in that water monster thing, but gone completely wrong). But because of this, you are able to be mindless through eons of time (took inspiration from the Zelda dragon).

On his way to the second or third sage, Link is exploring a chasm from a well in some ruins (pretty close to the korok forest maybe?) and comes across a being of malice chained to the floor. It had been shunned by the light for all of these years, stuck in the darkness far underground. It put him on the verge of tears to look at it, but he wasn’t fully sure why. Maybe a part of him knows that this is where you ended up. The dark to contrast Zelda’s light.

As he’s fighting you in malice and chains, he’s created an opening. It is one that the malice flowing out of you is quickly trying to cover, but not quick enough. Link got you out of the being that was suspending you. a cord of the malice was still attached, and with watery eyes, he quickly separates it from you using the sword of light. With bated breath, the hero checks for signs of you being alive, and upon confirmation begins sobbing. The tears that had welled up were cascading freely down his cheeks as he cradled you close to him. Much of the malice surrounding y’all (along with your malice suit) and in the chasm, and some in the overworld, is gone now.

All these months, he felt he had been staving off insanity. He went from living a mostly normal life, surrounded by the love of friends and of you, to being completely alone, fighting for ghosts of the past and the future in the blink of an eye. He had seen you through Zelda’s memory, watching as you and the others no longer partook in those, one by one. He longed to see the both of you again. Link begged to embrace you in his arms night after night.

Finally, here you were.

Link stopped everything when he felt a hand on his cheek, softly brushing the tears away. He looked down at you, and only began to cry harder. You were crying too now, as you fully embrace him.

The two of you then go on the adventure to save Zelda again :) it would def have bits of romance, but I fear writing it would be repetitive (only because it’s me. If someone else did it, it would probably be fine. I think maybe I would have to make it after he has the sages, then he gains you and fights Gannon. Maybe even after he saves Zelda!)

#link x reader #totk #totk spoilers #botw #botw link #totk link #x reader #gender neutral fanfic

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damn-funny · 2 years ago

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Cats: Captivating Companions Bringing Joy and Comfort

I absolutely adore cats. There's just something about those furry little creatures that captures my heart and brings me so much joy. Whether it's their graceful movements, their mischievous antics, or their soothing purrs, cats have a way of brightening up any room and filling it with warmth.

One of the things I love most about cats is their independent nature. They have a certain air of confidence and elegance that is both captivating and endearing. They are masters of their own domain, ruling over their kingdom with grace and charm. Watching a cat roam around with its tail held high, exploring every nook and cranny with curiosity, never fails to put a smile on my face.

Cats are also incredibly playful creatures. From pouncing on toy mice to chasing beams of light, their playful nature is infectious. I can spend hours watching a cat engage in its playful antics, leaping and darting around with a mischievous gleam in its eyes. Their acrobatic feats and lightning-fast reflexes never cease to amaze me. It's as if they have an endless supply of energy, and their playfulness reminds me to embrace the joy and spontaneity of life.

Another aspect of cats that I find fascinating is their ability to be both aloof and affectionate. Cats have a reputation for being independent and having a mind of their own. They may choose to curl up in a secluded corner or perch themselves on the highest shelf, observing the world from their lofty vantage point. But when they do decide to grace you with their presence, their affection is incredibly rewarding. The gentle nudge of their head against your hand or the soothing vibration of their purr as you stroke their soft fur is an unparalleled feeling of comfort and companionship.

Cats also have a way of sensing and responding to our emotions. They have an uncanny ability to provide comfort and solace during times of sadness or stress. When I'm feeling down, having a cat snuggle up next to me or gently knead its paws on my lap can be incredibly therapeutic. They seem to understand our moods and offer their silent support, reminding us that we are not alone.

The bond between a cat and its human is truly special. It's a relationship built on trust, companionship, and unconditional love. Cats have an innate ability to form deep connections with their humans, and they have a way of making us feel like the most important beings in their world. Whether it's through a gentle head bump, a playful swat, or a quiet purr, cats have a language all their own that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.

In the end, cats are not just pets; they are cherished members of our families. They bring so much happiness, laughter, and love into our lives. Their unique personalities, their mysterious charm, and their unwavering loyalty make them truly remarkable creatures. I feel incredibly fortunate to have cats in my life, and I can't imagine a world without their enchanting presence.

#cats #cat

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urgefcrged · 1 year ago

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Davina was born to a fallen celestial turned demon patron Phel & Phel’s favored warlock / lover, Andromache (faithsreward and pactfcrged). Andy does not know who the original father was - she was meant to be unable to conceive & has a vast carnal appetite. When she learned she was pregnant Phel used her infernal/celestial powers to attempt to basically erase the fathers genetic material and replace it with a copy of her own. (This is part of the reason Davina has the same facial scars as Phel.)

(Whether Phel knew the nature of the father once they realized Andy was pregnant and that was why she was so keen to try and erase any tie between Vinnie & Bhaal is going to be up to Phel to decide - as far as Andy goes, she had no idea.)

Vinnie was born and raised in Phel’s haven in the hells, her childhood existing of her moms and occasionally going out with Andy to hunt something or someone down for Phel, learning a wide array of magic, learning how to hunt and fight, learning that two people can bicker and fight and argue and still love each other to death, learning that nothing is all good or all bad and that everything and everyone exists in a shade of grey. That you can be demonic and still have compassion. That you can be celestial or follow the faith of a “pure” and “good” entity of power and be malicious or vengeful or prejudice.

Traveling between realms was a part of every day life. Between the different realms of hell, the material world, the planar world - her playground and adventuring lands for her teenage adventures and rebellious excursions was vast. Despite (all) of her heritages, Vinnie was given to generosity and protecting those that can’t protect themselves - but those that crossed her or hurt the ones she cared about would learn that a knack for vengeance and the skills of how to make penance last an eternity was something she learned well from her mothers.

Few outside of her mothers hellish domain knew her ties to Phel and Andy; she spent a lot of time traveling simply as Davina, safe in the knowledge that her mothers all seeing eyes followed her to keep her out of Too Much Danger, or so she believed. Endless curiosity and a rabid hunger for knowledge and experiences eventually would cause her to stumble into the grasp of a cult of Bhaal who had been waiting her entire life to sink their bloody claws into her.

What followed was terrible and inhuman, and though Davina resisted with all her strength, the torture and sorcery used to diminish her will and reinvoke her father’s calling inside of her won out in the end. It was almost a relief, by then, to give in to the thrumming, greedy desire for blood and suffering — she had grown up no stranger to the elixir of pain and pleasure, but the pain that she had endured at the hands of the cultists had no pleasure to temper it, and now that she was in control of her own destiny once more (hahaha) she was never going to let anyone hurt her again (unless she wanted them to) - and if she was the one in power, if she was the one in control, if she was the one doling out the pain (and maybe the pleasure) then she was safe - she would never have to go back into the dark again.

Bloodlust fed bloodlust and never sated it, only making her hunger sharper and more needful, all in the name of her maker, her father, the only reason she existed in the first place, so was it not right then, that the only reason she exists is for him? Their plans laid in place; her cunning mind and the knowledge of the realms and the lessons in manipulation and subverting the wills of others that she’d learned in her childhood served her and her father well.

Until yet again the unforeseen and inconceivable thwarted her (perceived) destiny, when she was one of the many that were culled by the Illithid and implanted with a tadpole. When she awakes on the ship, and again on the beach, she remembers little of her life before, only her name and a desperate need, a compulsion, for blood, and violence. Has fate finally provided her with a chance to break free of her father’s compulsions? Will she remember who she was before — and before that? Will she regain what humanity a devil born of a fallen celestial and warlock possesses, or will she fall even deeper into the abyss of the malevolent bliss that indulging her bloodlust provides?

#BIO.#headcanon.

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writerofjourneys · 10 months ago

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The Grace/Soul of Death

A/N: I might have the itch to write for this fandom once in a while. I enjoyed the show and can’t wait for the 2nd season. And yes, I made Azrael female here, because I wanted to.

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar & (Sister)Azreal/Reader

Charlie Magne/Morningstar & (Aunt)Azreal/Reader

Summary: As the Archangel of Death, your purpose is to be the direct counterpart to God: creating the balance of nature. The end to his creations. Impartial and everlasting. For this, you’re the only one able to travel between the worlds of Heaven, Earth, and Hell freely. So even after your brother, Lucifer, became fallen, your relationship remained.

Headcanon

Content: Fluff, sibling relationships, siblings, platonic relationships, mild angst, family, demons & angels, supernatural, comfort, afterlife, immortality.

Warnings: None.

Main List

Compared to the rest of the archangels, you looked the most different among them, even for all the differences between you as siblings and not looking exactly alike.

With beautiful grey, six feathered wings and black hair, contrasting the ivory wings and lighter locks of your brothers and sisters.

Perhaps morbidly or ironically, you were incredibly beautiful. Many creatures alike tended to gawk upon seeing you for the first time. Your usual appearance seemed like a fantasy; a Greek statue or a painting, something almost surreal, which said a lot for an angel’s usual beauty.

Your looks were crafted to entice the living and the allure of the end. Tempting a person to willingly give up their soul like a siren to a sailor.

Earth is usually your domain, as Death primarily reigns over the world of the living.

You’re the only being able to traverse between all three realms of Heaven, earth, and hell without qualms or restraints.

Already dead souls perished by things like angelic weapons weren’t in your jurisdiction. Their lives had already been over.

Your appearance would morph to a human’s personal perception of death, whether it be their greatest fear, comfort, or something they didn’t consciously understand as their souls left their bodies.

Among the mortals over the years, you were called many names and visualized with different faces in cultures. Thanatos, Anubis, the Grim Reaper, Hel, depicted as a man in most times with a variety of names but their purposes were one and the same.

Even with the conception of Death being depressing and morbid, your name, Azrael, meant ‘Help from God’, and without you, the world would’ve gone chaotic without a balance.

It does get on your nerves about the many misconceptions and ignorance people have about you. The amount of arrogance one has for life is a headache.

You know every information about any and all souls. From their time of birth to death. It seemed intrusive but your photographic memory was a side effect to what you are.

Before Lucifer fell, you two were close. When he talked about his ideas, curiosity and dreams, you listened to them. Never scrutinizing or warning him to think too far compared to your siblings like Michael and Gabriel, or the other angels who were wary of his ideals.

You were impartial and unbiased with your job. You had to, death favoured no one.

As the physical manifestation of Death, you couldn’t disappear from existence yourself. Unlike angels of mortal souls, a pure blooded angel, an archangel at that, was made of grace instead of a soul. And archangels were born with a purpose, unlike humans.

Your main responsibility was to ensure death remained in the living world, though you yourself couldn’t decide where souls would go in the afterlife. Only their end of living.

You didn’t have to be present to every human’s end. Your very existence was what mattered to earth, like a plague taking its course each life in due time.

Compared to Michael, God’s right hand and chief of the angels, you had a bit of a closer relationship to your Father than one would think. Being created as his counterpart and all.

You wielded a weapon known as the Death Scythe, deadlier than angelic weapons and the sharpest blade that can cut anything. Even though a scythe was its usual form, you could change it to anything you wanted. With such a weapon, no could aside from yourself could even lift it.

You’ve made plenty of trips to Hell. Personally witnessing the Pride Ring grow and expand with sinners as Lucifer and Lilith ruled and made a new home and life.

Lucifer was happy that you never saw him any different unlike Heaven. He at least had one family member around. You were his favourite for staying by him all this time.

Your relationship with your other siblings weren’t as close as with Lucifer. You didn’t often see each other for being busy so it was rare to even be in the same room together.

Your family wasn’t the same after your brother’s descent.

His daughter, Charlie, even got to know you when you visited your brother. Referring to you as Aunt Rea. Curiously asking questions about the mortal realm and watching you and her dad do magic together for her.

You and Lilith were well acquainted with each other over the centuries, but you wouldn’t call yourselves particularly close. You did respect each other though.

The first time you reaped a mortal soul, which was Adam’s, it personally relieved you since that meant he was gone. He was a headache. But it cut short when you realized he was going to Heaven.

When Lucifer became hyper-fixated on ducks, you indulged on this hobby of his with him. Lending a hand on his duck-making and being the audience when he presented his creations.

He even made a rubber duck based on you. He keeps one beside his family version on his desk, giving you the other with another set of him and Charlie. You keep them in a safe place.

You’ve been to Lu Lu World, Lucifer’s other passion project that he took great pride in. Your brother still hates Mammon’s guts for making a ripoff off of it.

The Day of the Dead is actually your favourite mortal holiday. Which is something else for an immortal being surrounded by fleeting human traditions. It’s the holiday where humans don’t look down on death but understand the beauty and importance of it.

Along with celebrating the souls who mattered to the living, the vibrant colours, costumes, music, festivities, it was honestly on one of these rare time that you felt happy.

When Charlie came to you about her rehabilitation project, you unfortunately couldn’t offer much assistance. Since being the Angel of Death meant you could only be a neutral party.

You weren’t a fan of the Exterminators and Extermination Day. You thought Heaven was always too paranoid, and you still detested Adam when he somehow became the leader of that army. They made you releasing souls, sinners or not, to the afterlife seem pointless if they were to just cease existing because they wanted to.

One time someone had mistaken Adam for you, it got you severely peeved.

And for his bigmouth, Adam wasn’t stupid enough to pick a fight with Death herself.

When Lucifer and Lilith parted ways and Charlie became independent, you were your brother’s only frequent visitor when he got more reclusive.

For feeling disconnected with his daughter and lonesome, he was grateful you were still here with him. Even when time changes throughout your immortal lives, your familial love for each other stayed timeless. King of Hell, fallen angel, or the Devil, he will always be your brother.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #charlie magne #lucifer x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #fanfic #angels #angel of death #azrael #x reader #reader insert #headcanon #headcanons

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thewinglesswindsinger · 11 months ago

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*On the wind floats a small letter with a Nature Flight Imprint. The handwriting is rather scratchy and a few holes are in the paper, but you can barely make out what it says.*

Dear Windsinger,

Hi, so... I've been writing a fanfiction crossover between The Pink corruption(an animation) and Flight Rising. I've planned it so the Heroes and Caretakers wind up in one of the original Flights each, and have decided to stick the hero of the Orange tree of life (known as Citren) in the Wind Flight! He will be an Orange Coatl dragon. Good luck dealing with him ^^

-Wraithhunter

P.s: you have a nice domain

*The letter has a small tint of pink on a corner of it.*

*he squints at the small paper, having a difficult time reading the message. It was a small paper for a typical dragon, let alone a deity! I’m fact, holding the paper with just the tips of his fingers covers up half the page*

*he looks at it sideways, upside down, and backwards before responding*

Well unfortunately, I don’t understand most of what’s going on here, but from what I *could* see, it sounds like a friend might be coming to the domain! I can’t wait to meet this coatl!

P.S.- Thank you, I think my domain is nice too!

#reblog #flight rising #ask

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unboundtravels · 1 year ago

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SHORT TRIPS; UNBOUNDNOVEMBER 22/23: DANDELION

Some people are islands, some people brave the mightiest of oceans. Sometimes you can put Humpty Dumpty back together again. It just takes the right person.

Featuring additions from @gunnhildred

People come and go. It’s the nature of things. A lesson that’s seemingly baked into the DNA of every living thing. Most of them, anyways. Life and death is a universal understanding shared between everything and everyone inhabiting creation. When people go, it brings pain. It reshifts priorities in a way that can leave those left behind rattled and confused. It certainly left him rattled. Dealing with loss is a unique challenge, for it comes in all sorts of different shapes and forms. No loss is ever the same, and each one is deeply personal. Some more than others.

There are two things The Doctor understands about loss, though. On one hand, you can either shut yourself down on an island, free from any future loss or any future heartache, or live safely in your own little bubble. The problem with the bubble tactic, however, is that there’s no noise inside of it. You can’t hear anyone reaching out, and you’ll struggle to realize whether or not your island is safe or not, or if there is danger. That danger of course being the only other person on the island: You. A confusing analogy, but having tried the island approach before, The Time Traveler has decided to opt for the latter approach—

Continuing to walk the cosmic trail with all you’ve learned from the loss before. There’ll always be risks, everyone knows that. If there were a place where the bad guys were simply naughty, or a world where no one ever died and there were only happy endings… then he’d be living in that world. For now, he just has to deal with the hand he’s dealt and hope that he can do better next time around. That’s what the people who’ve gone would want, after all. At least, he hopes. Sure, there’ll be those low points, those moments of crushing loneliness that leave you tired and deflated…

But some— Just for a little while—

The front doors to the TARDIS console room suddenly swing open. A very wet rag of a Timelord almost alarmingly runs over to the main console, as if he’s just been rained on. Which, he has. It is raining, but it only just started. He thought a run through a rain would deter a passing crowd of paparazzi who’ve mistaken a certain new passenger as another very famous actress currently doing a subway grate scene for a movie called Seven Year Itch a couple of blocks away.

“C’mon!! Inside!! Quick quick quick!” The Scruffy Doctor shouts towards the front door before he starts flicking and twisting various switches across his open-engine style console. “This is why I have 1955 on my banned list of locations. Something always happens! And it always rains!” He huffs, “Always with the rain.”

At the Doctor’s behest, heel-clad feet race along after him, darting through puddles and drenched stretches of sidewalk with naught be a crumpled newspaper held over a blonde-crowned head. Flashes of light follow in her wake, the unmistakable click of paparazzi cameras very nearly dazzling the Teyvat native outright, but thankfully she had the timelord’s voice to ground her.

If anyone had asked her six weeks ago if she’d have grown accustomed to that bossy lilt that seemed to be perpetually edged in frustration, Jean would have laughed outright - but against the odds, much like the man in question, it had grown on her. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” In softer tones, his companion claps back, rapid footfalls having been just swift enough to escape her entourage and skid to a halt inside the Tardis’ far more welcoming domain.

Lowering the soggy newspaper clutched in hand, with a shake of her sopping ponytail, the knight couldn’t resist the glass-half-full demeanor that saw fit to counteract his own malcontent. “No rain, no flowers, Doctor. A little water won’t kill you.”

“You don’t know that!” The Timelord points, having been in the middle of ringing out his own shirt, “Maybe I’m the wicked witch of the west and I’ll DIE if I’m WATERED.” He was clearly very grumpy from having been rained on.

Without missing a beat, Jean was quick to clap back with her own literary barb and just the hint of a knowing twitch of her lips. “If you were the wicked witch of the west, Doctor, you’d have far better shoes.”

His response was to gasp loudly while his fingers moved to pull up a grate on the console room floor, almost akin to a secret floor panel on a smuggler ship. “I never should’ve shown you television.” His brows furrowed before he leaned the grate against the console.

Diving in like it was some kind of floor closet, The Doctor immediately started digging through his floor grate of mysterious objects. Many a plethora of his objects collected amidst his travels had gotten lost in various trunks and cabinets across his many consoles presets. Now, in this preset, he seems to have chosen to move everything underneath the floorboards, as it were.

“Let’s see…” He mused from underneath the grating, throwing a few various objects up from beneath the floor. Amidst the various objects thrown up from the floor came a vortex manipulator, a pocket watch, a few dusty books, and—

He emerged from the floor grate with the head of a robot in his hands, “Wilson!!!” He chuckled, “That’s where he went. I was wondering what’d happened to him.” The Doctor mumbled, shaking the robotic head next to his ear before throwing it over his shoulder, a loud CLANG echoing from the back of the console room.

While it wasn’t the most unexpected thing the Doctor had ever done, the sudden appearance of an unexpected robotic head was…suffice to say, enough to make Jean’s head shift in alarm, the line of her baby blues following the dismembered android as it was so effortlessly tossed behind.

Lips part to speak. To question. To ask just how long he’d had this unexpected interloper stashed beneath the floorboards. But the words never come, her mouth instead closing in a mixture of bemusement and realization that perhaps it was safer not to ask.

Besides, the blonde’s attention was soon captured once again by the Doctor when he rummaged yet further in the mysterious void beneath the floor, before shouting out— “AHHH-HAH!!” Two sets of towels, still neatly folded and seemingly freshly dried, were then plucked from the treasure trove of goodies.

“Here you are!”

Accepting the offered bounty of warmth without hesitation, Jean nodded her thanks, before squeezing out the Manhattan deluge from her hair with a derisive nose crinkle. “Do I even dare ask what else you have stashed down there Doctor?”

“Oh, definitely not.” His head emerged from the open floor section before he looked up toward her, “I mean. Of course not! I don’t even know what’s under there. Not fully.” He spoke aloud before crawling out and shutting the grate underneath him. His thumb moved to brush at his chin lightly, hands momentarily placed on his hips as he blinked for a moment.

“Besides!” He suddenly derailed his pondering train of thought. What was under there? Questions for another day, he decided. “There’s a bigger question you should be asking! Which is—” He stopped, realizing he’d caught himself in some kind of awkward loop. “Er…” He supposed he’d be the one asking the question now.

“Where to next?”

In a universe so vast and never-ending, there was certainly no shortage of choice for where their adventures would take them. From rubbing shoulders with historical greats to dodging mortal peril and hilarious faux pas - if there was one thing Jean had come to learn with the Doctor, it was to expect the unexpected.

Yet even with this caveat in mind, it still hadn’t prepared the knight for that delicious carrot of opportunity, so readily dangled before her. It was a valid question was it not? Where should they venture next? Perhaps some distant moon? Or bygone era? Or maybe a planet where it did nothing but rain, purely to tease the Timelord for his dislike of any unprecedented deluge.

But that of course would mean he was truly asking; rather than floating the rhetorical before her in anticipation of dropping the breadcrumbs of clues as to where and when they might end up exploring next. Edging closer with a conspiratorial lean, Jean hummed softly in thought as a myriad of possibilities danced across her mind. She would note that when she leaned in for that sort of hushed secret whisper, The Doctor also leaned in. It was as if they were forming some kind of plan despite it just being them.

“Go on then, where are we heading?”

He paused. He seemed confused at her question.

“...No, I asked you.”

“Oh!” Eyes blinked once, and then again, heavy lashes fluttering over baby blues as a sheepish tinge of pink crept into ivory cheeks. “I thought you were being coy and teasing our next adventure - since you never ask me.” She watched how this caused him to step around the console for a moment, face in deepest perlexion.

“That’s not true.” It is. “I don’t never ask…” That’s not true.

Maybe she ought to have put more faith in him for giving her the option, or to have trusted his sincerity and judgment at face value, but alas, experience had led her to believe otherwise until this moment. Something, Jean herself would inevitably humbly apologize for if he needed it to soothe his bruised ego, which he didn’t seem to need right now.

“Maybe somewhere warm? Since rain wasn’t to your liking. Somewhere warm and pleasant; with a balmy breeze - so no desert planets, please. Or somewhere with the oldest bookshop in the cosmos. That’s got to exist right? Or perhaps failing that the prettiest garden you’ve ever seen in the known universe? Something that transcends mortal senses and just…hits you with colors and smells and something full of life. You know the kind of place I mean? The ones you only ever read about.”

The way she talks about the locations she describes causes his expression to change from humbled frustration to softened admiration. He keeps it subtle, keeps the expression mostly masked. He listens, though. Intently. When he first met Jean, he could tell right away that she was a workaholic. Burdened by the pressure of being second in command with an absent leader. The idea of having that much responsibility would often make him feign nausea whenever she’d bring it up. As a tease, anyway.

However, watching her describe all the places she’d like to go— like to see. It’s sort of like seeing something you knew was always there come out to the surface. The Doctor moved to brush his finger over the side of his nose softly, humming along. “You know, Miss Gunnhildr—” He moved to start flicking a few switches, setting coordinates with a twist of a dial. “I always knew deep down beneath that overworked exterior—” Again, more teasing. He found her hand, moving it over toward the lever that made the ship go. One she’d seen him pull many times before. He finishes his statement after her hand wraps around it.

“That there was some semblance of an adventurer in there.” The way he spoke that, though. There was just something about it that spoke more as if he were leaving paragraphs to read between the lines of what he was saying. In truth, though, it had been Jean who had helped him find the same spirit inside himself that he now beckoned out of her.

The tease earns him a smack; the lighthearted swat of her hand against his shoulder accompanying an all too playful roll of her eyes. “I will have you know, I was always an adventurer first - knighthood just…took a little more of my attention the older I got.” Her tone is only ever so slightly defensive, but deep down she knows he’s right.

How much of her life had she put on hold to maintain justice and order for the Ordo Favonius? How much mischief, freedom, and fun had been sacrificed in pursuit of a goal greater than herself? It was only fair that she reclaim what had been lost…at least with a little enablement from her rulebreaker friend.

“Go on then, miss troublemaker.” He had to resist feigning a gasp of disbelief, instead nodding his head toward the takeoff switch. “All of time & space. Every single square inch of it is lying out there for us to explore.” His brows furrow together, and there’s that cheeky little smile, “Yeah… I know the kinds of places you mean.” He’s asking her to send them off because he knows they’re in this for the long haul. They have to be. He needs someone like Jean to remind him of why he’s still trucking along across the old cosmic trail. “They’re certainly not stories, either.”

Jean doesn’t need telling twice; fingers coiling around the all-important lever that stood between boring normality and a brave new world. “...Yes they are. They’re my story. Our story.” And with that she pulls, tugging the level down to set in motion their next long overdue adventure.

There’s that all-familiar sensation of the ship rocking in motion when it takes off, before the sound the TARDIS makes echoes across the room. They almost fall to their knees from how fast the ship takes off, before grabbing onto the edge of the console. He had this face on for just a moment as if they might explode or something when they took off, but he laughed. She laughs. It’s exciting. Their blood in their veins pumping like it’s some kind of drug. The words she speaks next make him smile— a restored brightness. One he’s glad she brought out.

“...we’re just at the beginning of it.”

#!!!. {in character | ic}#vi. {the looney doctor}#unboundnovember #gunnhildred

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christ2525 · 2 years ago

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Signs gemini should stay away from

Gemini is addressed by two individuals arguing and forward (the twins) in consistent discussion, further supporting that this is a social sign with a liking for tattle and a solid requirement for mental and actual excitement. As an air sign, Gemini is likewise connected with the psyche and information. Signs gemini should stay away from?

Geminis structure associations through exchange, correspondence, discussion, and questions. Like the always inquisitive youngster continually inquiring as to Why?, Geminis like to dismantle things to figure out them. They're likewise verbal wizards, having a tendency to have a skill for connecting with individuals through language and moving consistently between friendly circles.

In the Northern Half of the globe, Gemini season happens while spring is going to summer. The fact that likes to perform various tasks makes it a temporary period, and this a mobile, adaptable sign.

Difficulties and potential open doors for development A chance for development for our Gemini companions incorporates watching what they say — and to whom they say it. Gemini's longing to get the news out can cause them problems, and this sign is frequently generalized as being blabber-mouthy and coy. Realizing everything data is theirs to say and what is better left hidden is difficult for this sign.

Geminis can likewise profit from dialing back, remaining present, and getting grounded. As a Mercury-decided air sign that is continually moving, Gemini can some of the time miss the sluggish and basic joys that one notification by just being.

While adventuring and mingling regularly work out easily for Geminis, unwinding demonstrates more troublesome. Rehearses like breathwork, contemplation, and yoga will demonstrate extra helpful for Geminis hoping to quiet their humming energy.

Geminis in affection, sex and connections For the indication of the twins, connections and love should be energizing, invigorating, and continually new.

Dissimilar to Taurus, the sign going before the twins, Gemini is bound to be keen on polyamory. This shouldn't imply that that Geminis can't mate for the long stretch. Nonetheless, they have a profound requirement for freshness, mingling, and fervor in all parts of life — connections included.

An existence with a Gemini is seldom dull. Most importantly, an association (monogamous or not) necessities to intellectually challenge Gemini. Geminis like to feel that they can converse with their accomplices about everything under the sun.

The way to a Gemini's heart is through the psyche: Intrigue a Gemini with your quick reaction on the most recent patterns, your fast mind, and your capacity to change flawlessly between discussion points.

Geminis are known to be daring in the room, and their breezy nature implies that messy talk, sexting, and pretending are probably going to be right up their alley.

Searching for a drawn out organization with a Gemini? You'll likely have to become familiar with switching around your daily practice and reinforcing your psychological muscles in the room and then some.

Geminis in kinship As the quintessential multitasker of the zodiac, Gemini is effortlessly exhausted. Commonly, they search out loads of companions from a wide range of circles. The opportunity to wander between interpersonal organizations is an unquestionable requirement for this sign.

The Gemini in your companion bunch is reasonable the one raising the conversational bar, empowering everybody to break out of their exhausting schedules, and acquainting different companion bunches with each other.

Gemini in vocation and cash Since they like to move between domains, the run of the mill Jewel is probably going to have a few floods of pay — frequently from gigs that include news coverage, human expression, travel, or crystal gazing. (Mercury, Gemini's ruler, is the leader of soothsaying itself!)

A task with some degree of mingling is commonly fundamental for a Gemini. Whether working with clients one-on-one or in bigger gatherings as a local area coordinator, Gemini likes to get out into the world and find out about individuals.

On the off chance that a Gemini has a consistent regular work, they're probable the one in the workplace who's continuously shaking things up by arranging parties, meddling at the watering opening, and amazing the staff with treats.

At their best, Geminis are fantastic talkers and audience members: They make office discussion a genuine work of art and rush to gain from everybody they interact with.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years ago

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If requests are still open, could I request a gender neutral teenage reader (around 16) who is a lord. They are the kindest and most passive of the lords but they are also the only lord that every other lord likes.

Heyy, so I loved writing these they were super adorable and i did it a little differently where there’s some general head cannons for everyone and then there’s also some for each specific character! Also the reader is 18 because I just think it’s easier for me to handle, I hope that’s okay. These are gender neutral so enjoy! and sorry for the delay!

General HC’s

Being the fifth Lord certainly didn’t mean that you were at the back of the group.

Although you were younger than most of the lords, having been the last to have the Cadou implanted, you were the favourite in the eyes of not just the other Lords but Mother Miranda adored you, even the villagers love you.

Unlike the rest of the Lords, who’s Cadou allowed them to harm and take life, your Cadou allowed you to grow greenery and plant life everywhere.

You had the ability to restore old forests, letting flowers grow from you palm and giving them to the children in the village.

Amongst the village, you’re by far the most beloved of the Lords. Each week you bring down foods that you’ve grown so that there’s food for everyone, using the roots of the trees to grow tall and protect them from Lycans that may want to enter at night.

Everyone can tell where you’ve been because you’ll leave a trail of grass under your feet with little flowers appearing when you walk with bare feet.

The village hosts a week long feast for you where all the Lords celebrate with you. There’s lots of gifts, dancing and offerings. It’s the only joyful time of the year and even the Lords who seem sour like Heisenberg, Alcina and even Miranda seem to tolerate each other to celebrate with you.

Your domain is surrounded by forests and streams which have all been restored, wildlife now dwelling amongst the canopy.

Your house is in the centre of it all, the heart of the forest in a large oak tree which is hollow and now where you call home.

You’re a literal ray of sunshine in this ever gloomy world and no matter who or what you encounter; they adore you instantly

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina certainly wasn’t happy that the newest Lord was befriending villagers and protecting them as they were her source of food, but that all came crumbling down when she got to know you.

You couldn’t explain it but your beautiful and bubbly energy transferred to people and everyone noticed that Alcina had become warmer towards everyone else.

She saw you as one of her daughters, so sweet and innocent that she felt that motherly instinct to protect you from all the bad in the world.

She loves to braid your hair, watching as flowers grow between the weaves as she pulls it back gently with her long fingers.

Alcina never complains when moss grows on the walls of her castle as she could never be mad at you. She just gets the maidens to clean it off later.

She hates that she often has to stay in the castle with her daughters so you make sure flowers are growing in all her vases and the courtyard is lit up with bright greens for her daughters to gaze out onto.

Everyone at the castle loves you, the maidens, her daughters and especially the Lady of the House as you instantly make the room brighter.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is in absolute awe of you.

She is always so excited to spend time with you and you make her feel loved and happier.

You’re like the younger sibling she never had and she can’t stop smiling when you visit her manor.

Sometimes when you come over for lunch or spend a lazy afternoon over at her house, you open your palm and let a little white flower grow from your palm. You always tuck it behind her ear with a strand of her hair and then grow a smaller one for Angie and place it on her veil.

Donna has a tendency to close herself off from people and often feels lonely but you’re the only one who makes her feel loved.

You show her parts of your forest, places she’s never explored and if she’s scared you simply hold her hand tightly in reassurance.

Once when you were walking through the path leading from your home a deer had stopped in front of you.

Donna was instantly scared of the creature having never seen one before but you gently took her over to it and got her to hold out her hand.

It smelt her hand, it’s doe eyes looking at her before it ran off again and she’d never felt happier since you were there the whole time with her.

She loved getting to explore the woodlands with you, bringing Angie along of course. She felt safe and comfortable with you and she trusted you enough to show her your world which she was captured by instantly.

You make her happy and always manage to lift her spirits up with your powers and you friendship.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore loves your powers so much. He’s captured by them immediately and is always so excited to see you grow new things.

He can’t believe that you’d ever want to spend time with him so you always try to cheer him up with homemade meals from things you’ve grown or gifts woven out of wood for him to decorate his home with.

You’ll never forget the way his eyes lit up when you used your powers to restore the windmill that had broken. Using tree branches to make the wind turbine and watching the walls grow green.

The reservoir is no longer gloomy like it used to be but instead there is life all around his land.

The snow melts away to reveal lush green fields which reflect the water beautifully and the petals of trees fall into the water, floating on the light.

He loves to see you and always gets giddy when you visit him, watching as he jumps for joy when he sees you at the front gate.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl will NOT admit it, but you’re the literal ray of sunshine in his life, getting excited when he sees you walk through the gates of his factory.

Hes always smiling to himself when he sees moss, flowers and vines throughout the metal benches and grates of his factory but will deny it if anyone asks.

Sometimes when he’s welding away at metal he won’t hear you come in, and only realises it when he takes a break and sees you curled on the floor with three lycan puppies in your arms as you create sticks from your hands to play fetch with.

Karl is very protective over you and hates when you’re at family meetings because Miranda wants to use your gifts of growth and healing to experiment on you further. Wanting to see if you could potentially grow new limbs or heal others not just the natural world.

One time he walked into experimenting rooms ready for another trial on a potential solider when he notices the Soldat had green leaves coming from his wounds and his torso was wrapped in vines. He couldn’t help but smile at your little additions and made a note in his designs to make all his Soldat’s with your touches to them, deciding that they looked better with them anyway.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #RE8 #asks #prompt

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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RYOMEN SUKUNA || we will meet again

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

proof read: N/A

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

Back in the day, when Jujutsu Sorcerers were at their prime, lived a Cursed Spirit who goes by the name Sukuna. Once a human Sorcerer himself, he had somehow managed to create himself into the Jujutsu world's most feared Cursed Spirit. He was dubbed 'the King of Curses' and rained terror over the human and jujutsu world; with super natural powers and a sadistic personality to match the title. Everyone who has crossed him shook in absolute fear.

That was, of course, before he met a particular princess.

She was a beautiful woman; the daughter of one of the then king’s favourite concubines. Born with the alluring beauty of her mother, and a heart of gold, it was hard to ignore her presence when she walked into a room.

She was brought up in the palace, where she was given the title as princess; but she will never sit on the throne of the kingdom her father rules over. As only the King’s wife is allowed to bear the heir that will sit on the throne. She didn’t mind, she had never desired such power to begin with. Even if she was going to be married off to one of the many foreign princes asking for her hand in marriage, she didn’t care about titles.

Since she was never destined to sit on the throne, her father had given her quite the freedom to do as she pleases. With all her free time, she tends to use it connect to the people of her kingdom; helping the needy during their time of need, always purchasing things from the local vendors and merchants that have travelled long and far. She is beloved by the people, and shines a light on the royal family that makes them more human instead of the godly image that is projected onto the royal family.

Anyone who meets her would fall in love for her - and apparently not even Cursed Spirits were the exception.

The princess have always love spending her time out in nature - horse back riding with a few of the guards in training, swimming in the river that her brothers love to hunt by, learning about the different plants and herbs from the doctors that go out foraging for medical herbs. So it came to the surprise to no one when Sukuna stumbled onto the princess by accident on the riverbed.

Sukuna had not expected to see any human about as he goes about his walk deep in the woods. It was one of those rare moments to himself where he does not necessarily have anything he needed to do on hand, and also the few rare moments where he does not have a mob of sorcerers up his ass. He was just enjoying the sounds of nature and the soft wind blowing against his kimono when he heard what sounded like a human's laughter coming from the river near by. At first he was curious, since no human usually ventures this deeply into the woods. At the same time, he had wanted to ignore it, since humans are just a pain in the ass to deal with even if they can't see you. However, there was something so alluring about that soft giggle that had him wanting to see just who this annoying brat was. So, without even him realising what was happening, his feet quietly walked towards the river and before he knew it, he had pushed the last branch aside to peek over at the river bed curiously. Sitting before him on a flat rock by the river was a woman with flowing hair, her small feet dipped into the running water below as her hands reached forward to play with a few of the fishes that swam by. The pink fabric of her furisode laid behind her like a pink halo, showcasing the intricate sakura trees and flowers that were sown into the fabric. The aura around her was relaxed and peaceful, and somehow just seeing her brings him a sense of peace. As if she could sense his stare, the woman suddenly pauses before she turns to look over her shoulder curiously; bright and seemingly glowing eyes meeting his red ones head on. Sukusa felt the world around him come to a stop as the eyes of the princess before him trapped him on the spot, causing him to loose all train of thought from before. "Oh - were you wanting to sit here too?"

"Huh?"

The casual way she just asked him that question definitely threw him off. The woman actually just lets out a soft laugh at his dry answer. "It's alright - we can share the space if you don't mind." She commented, a teasing tone taking over her voice as she patted the free spot beside her. "I promise I don't bite."

If she had known just who this man was, she might actually understand how ironic her sentence was. But Sukuna decided not to comment on it as he quietly makes his way towards her, sitting down at the spot beside the princess whose eyes had already returned to the river before her. "The water feels extra nice today. And there is more fishes then usual." She conversed with the man casually, causing Sukuna to wonder if she is pretending to be as dense as she is right now. "How are you so calm right now? I mean, do you see a 10ft tall human with four arms every day or what? Your reaction is sort of dull."

The princess pauses in thought as she thinks, looking far too relaxed by his side. "I have always been able to see...odd things." She started off with a soft hum, glancing over at the man beside her with a soft smile. "I have asked people around me before, and after realising that I am the only one who can see them, I decided to ignore them." She admitted, running her dry hand through her hair softly. "But if I am being honest, this is the first time one has actually ever spoken to me."

"Well, I'm not the everyday curses." He said with a slightly proud tune in his voice, to which the princess beside him looks up at the taller man with interest. "Every day curses are small things, I am basically what people in my world call a Special Grade Curse." He continued, and for some reason, when he saw how her eyes were staring up at in him awe, he looked away with a light blush on his face. He doesn't even know what was about her that drags out these human-like emotions from him - he had never felt like this ever before.

"Special Grade Curse?" She echoes back with curiosity, to which the man beside her just nods softly as he leans back to rest on the free arms, the other two crossed across his chest. Suddenly she turned to face him, her eyes shining so brightly with excitement that it caused Sukuna to squint a little. "Can you explain just what you are to me a little more?"

One question was all it took to have Sukuna falling, and if he was being honest - he actually didn’t mind spending so much time on this little human. From sharing stolen nights in her bedroom in the royal palace, to sneaking out to just go to the riverbed where the met for the first time; they even spent time just wandering about his domain. It was actually during these small explorations of the world around them that created a special bond between the two.

For her, he was her escape from the restrictive and repetitive routine of royal life. For him, she was his utopia, a person he can turn to whenever he feels like just killing everyone around him. Soon though, these emotions sprouted into something deeper and more personal. It was jarring at first, falling for a human - but he knows that she was worth it all.

He remembers the way her eyes shone brightly with a constant look of innocence in them, yet she is mature and realistic enough to know that not everything is sunshine and rainbows. He remembers the way she carries herself, her warm and loving smile, how content he felt whenever she wrapped her arms around him. He loves the feeing of her soft hair that tumbles around her face in soft waves, how it feels like silk whenever he runs his fingers through them. How with just one glance, she can fill the void in his heart that he didn't know existed.

Yet they were never set to happy ending to begin with.

It was during just what started off like a normal day when the town the princess was in was suddenly invaded by a rival kingdom’s army. Their goal was to conquer and take over the kingdom with any means necessarily; meaning that the royal family had to go.

Uraume had entered his hideout, panting with wide eyes as they told Sukuna of the town now plunging into chaos. Within seconds the Cursed Spirit was up and sprinting towards the royal palace, great fear and anger gripping him from within. Entering through the destroyed doors of the grand palace, he ignored the screams of anguish of the others around him as he ran straight towards one of the buildings - the building where the royal sleeping chambers were located.

When he finally found her room, he felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.

The once beautifully crafted shoji doors with panels decorated in a beautiful forest scene now laid in tatters, the furniture inside looking as if though a huge scuffle had happened. Rushing deeper into the room, he felt his heart sank to its stomach when he saw the splatters of blood leading towards the small room where the princess would sleep in.

Entering the back room, his red eyes scanned over the many splatters of blood about the room, the red handprints of the princess smeared across the ornate walls whilst the body of the princess laid on her futon; the sheets now soaked in blood. "No, no, no.." Sukuna managed out in horror as he quickly made his way to his lover's side, pulling her bloodied body into his arms immediately. "Flower, open your eyes. Please.."

Slowly her eyelids begin to move, and Sukuna felt his heart break when he saw how her now dull and tired eyes shifted to look up at him, taking a moment to truly process just who he was. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna mumbles out through a small voice as he pulls her closer, trying his hardest to press his hands against the gashing wound on her abdomen. Since the wound was inflicted by a non-sorcerer, there was no trace of cursed magic on her; meaning that there was no way he can save her to begin with. "I-If only I had known..."

"Shh...it's okay.." The princess whispered out in a soft but pained tone, her bloody hand reaching up to cup his tattoo cheek ever so softly. The familiar touch brought another wave of emotion through Sukuna as he tries to blink back his tears, pulling her closer to his chest as he shifted his posture so she was sitting in his lap. He barely even acknowledge his own kimono that was slowly being soaked in blood. "Y-You didn't know this was going to happen...no one did...don't blame yourself..."

With watery red eyes Sukuna marvelled at how even though she was on death's doorstep, she still tried to put on a smile for his sake. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna manages through a pained tone, tears now sliding down his face in thick streams whilst the woman just gave him a loving smile, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be.." She mumbles softly, forcing the man to look down at her as she gave him the same smile that had him falling for her from the beginning. "You know that...it takes more than this to get rid of me.."

The teasing words caused Sukuna to let out a soft and pained laugh, remembering the times where he would tell her how annoying she was whenever she would cling onto him and tease him relentlessly. He would trade anything to go back to those moments once more. "Brat.." He manages through his silent sobs, to which the woman just lets out a soft laugh as her fingers slowly traced along his features. For a few moments it was just silence, but the next time she spoke, Sukuna knew that the end was coming.

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

"I promise, my love." Sukuna mumbles back quietly, resting his forehead against hers when he noticed how much effort it takes for her to blink. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." He told her firmly as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead. "No matter how long it takes.." She echoes quietly, to which Sukuna just press a loving kiss on her head just as he felt her soft hand slowly slide down his chest, falling limply on her side.

For a moment Sukuna just held her against him, quietly crying into her hair. His entire world was in his arms, and just like that she was taken away from him. From that sadness came anger, and he soon found himself with the deep desire to crush whoever took her away from him.

Thus started the true rein of terror under the King of Curses, his anger fueling him to chase for bigger goals. Whilst he strive to rid of this world of dirty humans who took his flower away from her, he kept the vow that they promised one another - that they will wait for the other no matter how long it takes.

Because he had promised you so, and he’d do anything to keep that promise.

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Albedo HCs: Coming Home [Christmas Celebration 🎉]

For the Christmas Celebration Requests, please read this [we have 2 more days but I’ll possibly extend the deadline to Jan 10. I’m tackling all the Mondstadt rq first before moving onto Liyue]

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Ohhh, I love idea a lot (might have gone overboard anon haha). No worries about being specific, I love getting specific requests. I just finished a super depressing fic and I’m back at it again. Though I will do my best to make this one happy because that Mona fic hurt me. But I’m glad to hear you love my writing haha 💕💕

I also know nothing about Albedo and have never written this man in my life but I’m going to ignore everything because these are happy hours. I love his man so much so this is some self-indulgent stuff (if you couldn’t tell from the word count) istg hcs have turned into fics just without the dialogue. I took many liberties lol what the hell is formatting?

Also, shoutout to @asheseiler A beautiful human being that started chatting with me because we both love Childe haha. But seriously, I appreciate you 💕💕💕

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Albedo HCs: Coming Home

As you finally reached the hill top by the Stone Gate, you could just make out the stone walls of the City of Freedom in Mondstadt. You were almost there and the butterfly’s racing through your stomach only seemed to fly faster. You had been on a long trip away by travelling between Liyue and Inazuma. From practicing your alchemy to finding new secrets, it had been awhile since you last saw Mondstadt. While it had been fun going from place to place and seeing all the new arts and techniques, you couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness of not having an occasionally smug but talented ash blond companion at your side.

You hadn’t seen Albedo since Master Rhinedottir had left and sent Albedo to Mondstadt with a letter of recommendation. You travelled with him to the City of Freedom but you only stayed for a few nights before you departed to Liyue. Your master had different plans for you and you didn’t know how long your own journey would take but you both promised to stay in touch through letters.

He was now acting as the Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius. He managed to get a lab from Alice and he even had an assistant named Sucrose. He sent over some sketches for you and even if the bottom half of “Sucrose” was just a stick figure, you were happy that he wasn’t alone and cooped up in his lab all the time. You were, however, worried about these “Klee disasters” but happy that he still had the energy to write to you. At first it was hard, you found yourself talking to the air as if Albedo was still there but even after all these years, you couldn’t help but miss him. The occasional letter you received did help to lighten the mood however and you always made sure to store them carefully.

It seemed that your dapping mood was noticeable because even the ever stoic Zhongli asked if you were okay. He was nice and easy to talk to, even if he had a problem with Mora that you sometimes had to bail him out off, but you trusted him so you explained to him your growing loneliness. Which he simply replied that if you missed someone, you should go see them.

So here you are right outside the gates. The knights at the front were nice enough and let you through with ease once they checked that you didn’t have anything destructive. Now the hard part was actually finding Albedo. The knights had mentioned that despite being a highly respectable alchemist and one of the Captains, no one really knew where he was most of the time. Originally, you were thinking of planning some sort of surprise, even had made an entire game plan, but now that you were here. You just wanted to tackle the man, pride be damned.

You began to wander around the city, in comparison to Liyue it was quite small but so much more lively and warm. Christmas was right around the corner so everyone was rushing around hanging up lights and finding presents but it was nice. Everyone seemed to know each other and unlike Liyue, you didn’t need to be afraid if the walls were listening. You looked around for a man with bright teal eyes and ashy light blond hair, even asking around, but no luck. No one seemed to know where he was and if he was even in Mondstadt right now. You were beginning to loose hope and that your trip might have been in vain when you felt a small tap on your shoulder and-

Sweet jesus, what the fuck?

You were almost jealous at how good he looked now. He was always handsome when you were both younger but now it felt like cupid decided to descend from the heavens, laugh at you, then riddled you full of arrows. Was your pulse working? Brain still computing? You knew you had a small crush on Albedo when you were younger- who were you kidding, you were in love with this man since he helped you create cecilia flowers from a dead denro slime - but this was just unfair!

“Albedo! I was looking around everywhere for you. This place is actually a lot bigger than it se-”

“You’re back.”

Albedo was surprised to see that it was really you. He only caught a small glimpse of your profile but he knew it was you. He almost suspected that his vision was tricking him or that he might have accidently set one of his sketches of you to life but you were here. Albedo has always treated friendships with a constant degree of distance, always working or traveling to gathering materials to avoid social interactions even if it wasn’t intentional. He also had no memory of any family, only adventuring deep within the domains with his master and you. But when his Master left with one assignment left for him he couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow, but you were always there to lift his spirits up even if on the outside he didn’t appear upset.

But then you had left and gone on your own journey.

“Hm? Oh, sorry I didn’t mention it in my last letter. It was a bit of an impulse trip. But I’m not intruding in on anything right? You’re happy to see me...right?”

“You’re here.”

At first he was alright with it, even encouraged you to set off to Liyue since it was the closest. Promising that you would both keep in touch even if he found relationships a taxing cycle. But when a few months had passed and it began to settle in that you weren’t anywhere near him. That he couldn’t talk to you about new discoveries, that he couldn’t hear you voice anymore, that he had even forgotten how to sketch you. It felt...weird. He knew what he was feeling was loneliness, he wasn’t deluded or naïve, but even when he had Sucrose or Timaeus it wasn’t the same. But now you were here. He could see you and how the lines in his sketchbook were wrong whenever he attempted to re-create you. He could feel your warmth that sketches he brought to life couldn’t do. He could feel your presence and how it slowly but surely filled the void in him until it was bursting at the seams.

“Albedo? Are you alright?”

“You’re here.”

You were almost afraid that the holidays had broke Albedo. You knew he would sometimes get too deep in thought and wouldn’t register his surrounding but it was just you two. With the sun slowly going down, the snowflakes dancing around you both, and the Christmas light reflecting off his unique blue eyes. You took a slow blinked at him. Once. Twice. The same way you would when you were studying something, trying to unveil its secrets. Before sighing amusingly and opening up your arms to him. He was still the same.

“I’m here.”

The final assignment Albedo received was too hard, too complicated, far beyond his own limits and he was worried that if he never completed it, would he ever see his teacher again? When you took your first step outside the walls of the city, waving back to him as you set off on your journey, he couldn’t help but feel that like his teacher, you were leaving him too. But when you looked at him with those warm but understanding eyes, opened your arms to him, he let go and stepped into your embrace. He was sure he was borderline crushing your frame but you hugged him back just as tightly.

“My apologies. I got overwhelmed. Come with me, let’s get out of the cold first.”

You tried to hold it in but you laughed at his statement. He didn’t seem to mind as you felt him smile into your neck. Even with those words he hadn’t let go or slackened his grip in the slightest. So you both stayed there outside in the cold, the christmas lights reflected off snow, the sounds of laughter and singing playing in the background as you both embraced each other.

I’m home

You’re home

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Although Albedo was happy to see you again, he was wondering why out of all the years you had been away, all the other holidays you had missed, you decided to come to Mondstadt today. You were at his lab and marveling at all his new devices when he popped the question. You flushed a bit but quickly brushed it off, saying that after all the letters he sent you were finally curious as to what Mondstadt was like and the people he met. Plus, Liyue and Inazuma didn’t celebrate Christmas as much as Mondstadt so it would be nice to finally celebrate the holiday again.

He simply smiled smugly and nodded along before you eventually caved, because that look could steal your heart away, and revealed that honestly, you just really missed him and wanted to spend Christmas together. There wasn’t anything wrong with that was there? So what if you missed him? It was natural. It wasn’t like you were wondering what he was doing on slow days in Liyue. It wasn’t like you we-

“You can stop laughing at me. I know you’re doing it even if I can’t hear it Albedo.”

“I’m sorry you must be mistaken. Perhaps your observational skills have rusted?”

You huffed at him before turning your attention to a small but worn sketching book. It was different from the ones he had showed you and much smaller compared to the ripped out sketches he sent you. Albedo noticed your curiosity and almost flushed before striding over and showing you what was inside. It was either he do it now or you would constantly eye ball it until he finally let you see what was inside.

He took out the old sketchbook and flipped all the way to the first page. They had been sketches of you. When it had just been you, Albedo, and your teacher he would often ask to draw you but he never showed you the finished product. What was surprising was they were all full sketches. No simple lines or unfinished colours. His interest in things, especially when he draws, were fleeting leading him to always create unfinished or basic lines.

“Wow, was this your first sketchbook? Did you draw anything else? Oh, like your assistant perhaps?”

“No. I only drew one thing here. It’s been sitting here ever since but I tend to make sure it’s in good condition. Should I ever need to draw in it again.”

Albedo almost reached for his pencil to sketch your smug but bright smile. But set his hand down. While he wants to capture moments so they remain forever with him, he felt that perhaps, it would be nice to live in them. Just for a moment.

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I never write at the bottom of my fics but I wrote too much at the start haha (plus tagging my screaming doesn’t work anymore). Not gonna lie, this was going to be different and you and Albedo would have role reversed AND I WAS GOING TO WRITE MONA IN but that didn’t happen. I made it so disgustingly sappy at the end that I want to throw up but when do I not?

But I kind of like this version more. He’s super out of character but I don’t care and you’re gonna have to take this hcs out of my COLD DEAD HANDS. But I hope you enjoyed this and I’m using this as my Albedo catalyst so come home elevator boy. (cough celebration hcs are still open if you wanna feed me 👀 this )

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linkspooky · 4 years ago

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Gojo and Mahito

Nanami and Gojo share several parallels as pointed out by Nanami in Chapter 22 of Jujutsu Kaisen. A connection between the two of them that’s developed to the point where we see Mahito steal a technique from Gojo (domain expansion activation for only a few microseconds) in the latest chapter. More on the parallels of Gojo and Mahito, because for both of them there’s more than meets the eye.

1. Children with Too Much Power

Mahito parallels Gojo, but more specifically I believe he has the most in common with teenage Gojo we see in Hidden inventory. Especially on two key points. Both of them had immense strength that they hadn’t quite figured out yet.

Teenage Gojo, who was still figuring out the infinity and could not yet quite make the universe bend at the snap of his finger tips. In his introductory arc when Mahito was fighting Nanami, he was like a child figuring out how to use his body for the first time.

Everything he does in that arc is out of a childish sense of curiosity. He gets to close to Junpei, to observe what will happen from prolonged interaction with a human. He toys around a long time with fighting Nanami because he’s still figuring out how his curse technique works.

Unlike the other curses who seem to already exist knowing what they are, or have existed for years already long enough to figure themselves out, Mahito is actively learning about himself when he fights Nanami.

Just like Gojo, being pushed to the brink of death by an incredibly powerful enemy, only seems to make Mahito bounce back stronger. Mahito and Gojo parallel each other in their comparison to Nanami. Simply put, Nanami is the most mature character in the series, he’s the role model for a normal, decent adult.

While Gojo will drag children to battlefields, or take big bets with their lives, Nanami acts much more responsibility, with respect to the fact that Yuji is a child whose emotional well being he’s nurturing.

Nanami is introduced to us as the opposite of Gojo, someone mature while Gojo is immature. He even says that he doesn’t respect him in the least bit. Gojo’s powerful, but he’s not grown up. Nanami even explains this quite logically, people don’t grow up by fighting bad guys, or getting stronger. People grow up by accumulating experiences.

Gojo and Mahito are all powerful in ways that Nanami will never be, while at the same time they act like children. Especially teenage Gojo, but even adult Gojo doesn’t really like to get along well with other people, and decides everything based on his own emtoions and perspective. In other words both Gojo and Mahito have a tendency to be egocentric.

Egocentric.

thinking only of oneself, without regard for the feelings or desires of others; self-centered.

2. The World Through Their Eyes

Mahito and Gojo are characters who appear childish and frivolous on the surface, but if you plunge their depths they have a deeper understanding of themselves and their desires than most ofther characters in the series. They might not get other people, but that’s not their priority either. In classic Jungian symbolism, shallow water belies greater depths.

Gojo and Mahito are both extremely well thought characters, capable of immense amounts of self reflection. (Probably too much self reflection in Gojo’s case, he just loves looking at himself in the mirror a little too much how vain.) It not only shows in how much of themselves they have figured out but also their jujutsu. I think it’s safe to say that there is some resemblance between the infinity, and Mahito’s idle transifguration. Their Jujutsu makes them both privvy to the world that no one else can see. It’s unknown what Gojo can see with the six eyes exactly, but considering the limitless.

You can infer that he’s capable of seeing much greater sensory perception than the normal person. Mahito doesn’t have the six eyes, but because his jujutsu is about altering the form of the soul, he has the unique ability to see the shape of the soul inside of the body.

Mahito can see through people’s bodies, and see down to their souls. However, his perceptiveness has caused him to give up on the idea that people have any individuality at all, that they have “hearts” you know like, thoughts and feelings and stuff. Which is why all humans are pretty much interchangable to him. Mahito can’t see life separate as him from having any particular value.

Both of their cursed techniques create distance between themselves and others. Though in opposite ways. Gojo’s cursed technique is based around the idea that nothing can reach him, because it will always slow down in the infinite space between them. Mahito is able to completely change the shape of whatever he wants with one touch.

However, at the same time this resembles how they both interact with other people. Mahito sees people as nothing more than toys to play with and experiment in developing his jujutsu technique on. He even is literally pictured in an official color illustration as destroying Junpei, Nobara, and Nanami as torn up dolls. They were just toys that he got bored with and threw away.

Gojo can sometimes even share this tendency, not to mercilessly kill and slaughter of course not, but to be so far away from other people, and too busy perceiving the infinity that he can’t get caught up in ordinary lives. Remember, Mahito, Jogo and Hanami’s plan was to shake up Gojo with the sheer amount of people he would have to save in Shibuya, and it just... didn’t work.

Gojo just isn’t that shaken up by the people he can’t save. He’s not Geto. He’s not Yuji. Of course he cares enough to try and minimize the damage, he could have just used unlimited domain to end the situation at the cost of everybody gathered, but he made a decision to try to balance between everybody’s lives, protecting his own, and exorcising the curses.

Mahito and Gojo are both extremely distant from other people, but because of that they have a unique understanding of themlseves. Mahito’s domain expansion is called “Self Embodiment of Perfection.” When Gojo figures out reverse Jutsushiki he quotes the budha when he reached enlightenment.

They are extremely isolated characters who have others plumbed the depths of themselves. Gojo’s goal is to be the best version of himself he can be, to push himself into being the strongest. Their individual will is so strong they want to impose it on the world around them. Gojo wants to reset the jujutsu world, Mahito wants a world of curses.

They both encourage the other people around them to also think deeper about themselves, and how to evaluate themselves. Gojo tells Mahito to stop repressing himself for the sake of others. To try to be stronger individually instead of more of a team player. Instead of judging those around you, look inwardly.

Mahito is furious that Yuji doesn’t evaluate himself, doesn’t think deeply about his own motivations. That’s what he criticizes Yuji for constantly, he doesn’t think for himself, he runs blindly into fights. Mahito calls their fight a clash of truth. Yuji has to know his own self, and know his belifs and know why his beliefs are better than Mahito’s if he wants to face him.

Mahito and Gojo are both always looking inside of themselves, and that’s why their depths go much further than their seemingly shallow surface. If I were to make one last comparison between the two of them, I would say that the reason Mahito imitates Gojo is because his end goal is to become enlightened. What Mahito wants, is to be true to his nature, the truest embodiment of a curse in the series. He wants to reach an enlightenment like Gojo has where he has himself, his role in the world, completely and totally figured out. Where he embodies his own idealized sense of perfection.

Which is why he imitates Gojo, the strongest. Though his is the opposite path, like a reflection of a mirror. If Gojo uses his power to be the model, the embodiment of a jujutsu sorcerer who exorcises curses to save human lives, then Mahito chooses to be the embodiment of a curse that plagues humans.

Mahito and Gojo both see through things, they can see what everybody else can’t, however they differ in how they use those perceptions. Gojo tethers himself to responsibility to other people, because he finds meaning in doing that, he thinks there’s a point in protecting and nurturing the weak because eventually he’ll be able to find strong comrades. Mahito however, believes in the opposite of camraderie. He can see through other people, so he acts like they’re not even there. Gojo is a character who while his tendency is to try do everything on his own, is currently waiting rescue from the strong comrades he focused so hard into training. While Mahito will most likely end up alone.

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fleur2pint · 4 years ago

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the one that got away

pairing: montana duke x fem!reader

summary: your long-time best friend, montana, goes with you to stay at a summer camp with you as a counselor for the summer. though the camp seemed a bit suspicious, you obliged and decided to let loose and have fun a little. till things take a turn and it turns out there’s a killer out to get you all. in the heat of the moment, things between you and montana take a turn from friends to lovers for a bit.

warnings: smut, that’s all i can really say tbh

word count: 3k+

a/n: had this though while rewatching 1984 months ago and kinda wanted to bring it to life? not my best work but it’s not awful. most likely not proofread. enjoy!

Your legs grew weaker by the second as you ran through the woodsy domain that was Camp Redwood. You panted as you sprinted through the trees, catching the same crunching noises behind you. As much as you wanted to collapse to the floor and give up, you knew you had to keep running for the sake of not only your life, but your friends as well. You kept running straight ahead till you reached a hole in the ground.

“Y/n, keep going!” You heard Xavier yell behind you. The footsteps grew louder than Xavier and Trevor walked up from behind you. “Holy shit.” Trevor breathed out, gazing down into the pit. Full of sharpened wood from nature all around. Spikes. It was given that it was dangerous and with one swift calculation could kill someone. “Hello?” A voice cried out. A voice that sounded way too familiar. “Is someone up there?”

You stepped towards the pit, Xavier following with his flashlight pointed down onto the spikes. “Just leave me alone.” Then it hit you. “Chet?” Xavier spoke up. “Xavier?” And there was Chet. He had fallen into the trap, one stake impaling his left shoulder. You feel your body almost fall limp at the sight, which was surprising after everything you’d seen tonight. “Oh, thank God.” Chet sighed in relief. “What the hell are you doing down there, man?” “I’m dying! What does it look like I’m doing?” Chet yells up to the group. “There’s a stake through my shoulder, I can’t move.”

You and Trevor look at each other with alarming looks. “You gotta get me out of here,” Chet concludes, his eyes brimming with tears of worry and pain. Your group each shares some looks with each other in panic, not knowing whether it was the safe choice to stay and help your friend or to run like hell for safety. “All right. I’m coming down.” Xavier volunteers. Your head whips over at him. “Are you fuckin’ crazy? He’s not gonna make it out alive from the blood loss, you might as well just leave him!” You whisper. “It’s the right thing to do,” Trevor interjects.

Xavier got onto his knees as you and Trevor took his arms, assisting Xavier into the pit. You carefully lower him, making sure he has enough wiggle-room to jump down with no altercations. “I thought I was done. I thought that was it.” Chet sobs as he watches Xavier lace through the stakes. “It’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay,” Xavier reassures, trying to keep his panicked breaths under control. Once he reached the side Chet sat, he lowered into a crouch position to talk to Chet.

“Damn, that looks gnarly,” Xavier says. Chet then goes on to talk about Ray, about how the man has issues and once killed a guy in college. But none of that mattered to you. All that mattered was the soft rustling sound that came from a nearby bush. “Shh, someones coming.” Trevor whispers down, “Hurry up, hurry up.” “It’s him. It’s Jingles.” Chet sobs. You look behind you, panicked at what happens next.

“Fuck this!” You say as you stand from your lunged position, immediately turning on your heel. “Y/n, what the fuck?” You hear Xavier yell as you sprint away. You ran through the forest. The only thing audible was your heavy breaths and your heart pounding in your ears. Why did I ever come to this place, you thought, I’m gonna fuckn’ die here, that's it. Your pace slowed as you ran out of stamina. Your legs sore from the previous marathon you ran. You stopped in your tracks, knowing it was safe enough to catch a breath for a moment or two.

“Why the hell haven’t you killed her yet?” You heard a voice say, you could tell that whoever it was was trying to keep quiet. It wasn’t working. You stand still for a second, debating whether you should follow the noises. “I almost had her.” A deeper voice spoke, catching you off guard. Who else was here? Cause it sure as hell wasn’t Jingles. “You need to get your shit together.” It was Montana. But who was she talking to? More importantly, what was she talking about?

“There’s another killer running around, and if we don’t get her-” “Wait, what do you mean?” Montana was cut off by the other voice. Another killer? You couldn’t keep up with the information you were hearing. Two killers. But who was the other one? Was she talking to Jingles? Every possible question flooded your brain at once. “Jingles.” She finally says. So the other voice was the second killer. “The Mr. Jingles?” “He sliced up two guys right in front of me. We need to get Brooke first, kill her, and get the hell out of here.”

Brooke. Montana wanted Brooke dead? As you were, working in your mind, you missed the other voice’s words. “Ricky, you need to focus. I need this, babe.” You couldn’t stand by anymore, you had to see what the hell was going on. You tiptoe over to the bush big enough for you to hide behind, but small enough to see through. “That bitch has got to pay for what she’s done,” Montana says, tears streaming from her eyes. The man was unidentifiable, his back was towards you. Montana grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him against her and kissing him passionately before pushing him away.

You looked down at your shoes in thought after hearing the gravel crunch under the man’s feet as he walked away from your friend. You waited out behind the bush, watching Montana walk over the car she had recently pushed herself against. You carefully gawked at your friend as her head fell into her hands. Was she crying? Why? You couldn’t help but feel her pain even though you had no context in her situation.

7 Months Prior…

��I’m Montana.” She said, sticking her hand out to shake yours. You smiled at her, “y/n.” “I like that name, it suits you.” She said with a small laugh. You removed a small towel from your locker and dabbed the sweat off your forehead. “Well, I hope to see you around here more often,” she says, eyeing you down as you slipped off your leotard, replacing the article of clothing with another. You turned back around to see her staring at you. Her gaze flicks down to your hand before grabbing it. She reaches behind her to grab a pen from her locker. “Call me sometime. I could use some more girlfriends.” She signs with slight seduction.

You glanced up at her while she wrote little numbers on your hand. Admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered as she jotted down the digits with such excitement. The way her teeth lightly tugged on her lower lip in thought. And that was it. She walked away, leaving you staring off into space, in awe, in fascination. There was a clear connection. Whether it is a friendship that borders on a later sisterhood bond or a friends-to-lovers situation fueled by pure estrogen, you were in for it. You needed to keep her around.

As months passed, you and Montana grew closer. But everything was perplexing with you two. You would go from talking every day and comforting each other when necessary to making passionate love on those nights when you needed to feel something. Whether things were platonic or romantic between you two, you were each other’s number one. Until she found interest in something else. Someone else. Multiple people, to be exact. She had found friends other than you who also attended the aerobics studio. Xavier, Ray, Chet, and some girl named Brooke. You didn’t mind them, but you didn’t like that they shared a common interest with you. Her.

You would be invited to parties and nights out by her and her new friends, but you rarely attended. Knowing you would be the odd one out with the other’s eccentric personalities. You knew you couldn’t compete, and it bothered you more than anything. You gave up trying to be the best, to be her ‘only’. And it worked. You weren’t her number one anymore. She slipped away from you. Until Xavier had plans for a trip coming up. “I got a gig as a counselor at a summer camp, they’re opening up a couple of hours from here,” Xavier explains. “You guys should all come.” That was all anyone needed to hear.

The next day you packed your bags for the summer. Expecting to be there the entire season, you bring your whole wardrobe (you could never have enough clothes). You bring a pillow, a blanket, toiletries, and how could you forget about the drugs?! You were set. But none of this meant you wanted to go. You thought that if you went, it could possibly fix things between you and Montana. She said yes after all, and she couldn’t avoid you all summer. It was the perfect plan, and there was no going back now.

But in the end, you made the decision to go, not her. The extremely unwise decision.

Present Time…

“Montana?” You say lowly as you step out from your hiding spot. Her head whipped around to the sound of your voice instantly. She looked away from you, wiping her fresh tears from her face. “Y/n, you need to get out of here.” She said as her hand slid up her thigh to her jacket pocket, slipping her hand inside it. You steadily continued walking towards the car she was perched against.

“I’m not worried about me right now. Are you okay? Who was that? Did-” “Jesus, y/n. I’m fine!” She cut you off to scream at you. The tone digging into your brain, burning your insides. “Look, I know you have no idea what’s going on in this hell hole, but I can’t let you stay here. I won’t allow it.” You could see her body tense up as she began to cry again. You didn’t want to see her hurt, but knowing her, it was better that you didn’t ask about anything anymore. “I care about you too much, y/n. You’re too good.” She said as she looked you in the eyes.

“I don’t understand, Montana. You’re making no sense!” You whisper-shout at her. She bites her lower lip in thought. “You need to go find Ray. Tell him to take you to the nearest rest stop, and call the police.” You shook your head at her as you stepped closer to her, taking slow strides in case she pushed you away. “I’m not leaving you here.” You opened your arms to her, not forcing her to reciprocate the embrace. She fell into your chest, letting you wrap your arms around her.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” She sniffled into your chest. It took everything in you not to fall into her. Not to break down and be one with her. Her hurt was your hurt, and you couldn’t stand it. “Don’t say that.” You said with a breathy chuckle, one you knew would calm her down a bit. “I’m sorry for ignoring you.” She sobbed. “Hey, hey, I forgive you, I’m happy I could be here now.” You pulled away from her to peer down at her. Her head perched in your cleavage, her head flipped up at you.

Without thinking, you kissed the tip of her nose. “We’re gonna get out of here together. Xaviers coming back with Trevor and Chet soon. They’ll know what to do.” She groans at the names. “y/n, we don’t have much time before he comes back. We can’t wait for them forever.” Her mascara-stained cheeks shimmer in the moonlight. The glow highlighting her best features. Before you could, she leans in for a kiss, standing on her toes to reach your level above her. Your hands slide from her upper back to her upper ass, aiding her up to your lips. It was everything you’ve been dying for the last 4 months. The way they connected like a missing puzzle piece was enough to send you into the familiar state of previous relations.

Montana’s lips graze against yours as she pulled away. Leaving more to your imagination. You could see the shimmer in her eyes as tears swelled in them again. “No, no, don’t cry please.” You say as you kissed the tears away from her left cheek. She grabbed the back of your head, wrapping your hair in her hand. She brought your lips to her again. You groaned against her, feeling her grip get tighter as she tugged on your roots. You knew what she wanted.

You pulled away, shaking your head at her. “Come on, I need it please, I’m too stressed right now.” You laughed at her neediness. “What if someone turns up?” You refute. She leans into you again, making sure her lips swept against yours before whispering to you seductively, “Then I guess they’ll get a show then.” Her tone was all you needed to get you going. You kissed her one last time before dropping to your knees in front of her. She leaned her hips against the car behind her, allowing her to slightly part her thighs for you. You ran your hands up her thighs, pushing up her dress.

You glance up at her as you carefully pushed the thin material of her thong to the side. She smiled down at you as you examined her, letting her breath hitch. Perfectly groomed, just like how you remember. Being this close to her was something you missed more than anything. You couldn’t wait any longer. You took two fingers in a V shape and spread her outer labia. You promptly stuck your tongue out and pressed it flatly against her clit. You watched her through your upper eyelashes, observing her body language.

Loving the way her head tilted back in pleasure mixed with the deep groan that escaped her chest. Feeling the same ache in your own core as she bucked her hips into your mouth. “No teasing?” She questioned as she let a pent-up breath go. You shook your head at her innocently, but keeping your tongue in the same spot, providing friction to the bundle of nerves. “Fuck, baby.” She whispered in response to the stimulation. You softly run your tongue across the bud, gently putting pressure against her. Light gasps combined with the sound of nature around you were all that was audible.

In the heat of the moment, you took her left leg in your hand and pushed it up towards her hip, letting her foot against the hood of the car behind her. Her flexibility never failed to shock you. All those damn aerobic classes. You feverishly envelop your lips around her clit, sucking on the bud harshly before stroking two fingers over her entrance. Practically milking her for more of her slick for lube. “Mmph fuck, y/n. I need you inside me please.” She moaned in agony. You laughed against her at the way she begged for you. You easily slip your digits inside of her, instantly feeling the way her walls clenched around you.

“Oh god…” she breathed out. You sucked on her sensitive bud as you searched for the spot inside of her that drove her wild. Once you found the little patch, you pressed your fingertips against it gently. Her moans growing much louder than anticipated by this action. “Shhh… I need you to stay quiet for me, babe, okay?” She tugged on her lower lip and to reply to your demand. You slowly dragged your digits against her g-spot before thrusting them back up into her. Her legs quivered at the sensation. Montana laid her elbows at a 90-degree angle behind her as she felt her body tingle slightly.

You felt better than ever to be with your girl like this again. No matter how much you shoved off the jealousy of another. It was like a reward to see her crumble for you in a way she would for nobody else, just you. You were hers, and she was yours. Your carnal desires were replaced with passion. With love. Your thrusts slowed as your tongue swiped across Montana’s clit. The double impact bringing something to grow deep inside of her. “Don’t fuckin stop, baby…” was all she could muster as her orgasm approached. Her moans becoming more broken and raspy, her breath becoming ragged by the second. The thought of her having her sweet release because of you went straight to your head. Your thighs squeezed together, yearning for your own in a way release. A release of tension rather than a full let go.

You moved your hips in a compact circle, putting any pressure onto your burning clit. You groaned loudly against Montana from the sensitivity of the area. “Oh my god, baby… I- fuck- it’s happening.” She breathed out. You circled your hips quicker with our pulsations. You knew you wouldn’t be cumming like she was, but the feeling was too good to ignore. Just when you thought her walls couldn’t constrict your digits anymore, they did as her cunt fluttered around them. Whorish squeals that were failed to be held in by her were let out in the wilderness for anyone to hear. You groan and sucked against her the whole way through, along with pushing into her.

Right when she came down from her high, she pulled you up from the ground. A look of worry laid across her face. “Woah, woah, what’s the big ru-” “Someone’s coming! Hide behind the car!” She whispered to you. She tugged your wrist to the passenger side of the car, bringing you down at crouch level as the next part of your story in this place unfolded right in front of your very eyes.

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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drowning in your scent — chae hyungwon

a/n: ajshdhs this this officially the longest fic on my blog by a whole lot (i think the only thing that comes somewhat close is queen’s whore at like 3.1k sheesh) so in the spirit of that! please give this fic a lot of love!!

word count: 4.7k

content: goddess au, sub!hyungwon, dom!fem!reader, the sex scene involves kissing, lip biting, neck kisses, and riding, fun stuff like that, and minhyuk is here!! he’s mentioned a lot lmao hyunghyuk besties

warning: this fanfic does take place in a village setting where there’s a bad harvest of food and so there’s a lot of mentions of food and starving. as someone with problems with food myself this could be potentially somewhat triggering so please don’t read if need be and i want to emphasize that if you need help to please reach out for it. i know what it’s like, please even feel free to reach out to me if need be, but do remember i’m not a professional.

summary: a boy from the village struggling through a bad harvest and the goddess of nature, of animals and forests, and of flowers so lovely the scent will make you dizzy, make a deal.

“hyungwon,” the voice calls out to him, and his heart aches when he sees it’s minhyuk that’s speaking to him. the usual cheer and brightness to minhyuk’s voice has all but vanished, “come on, we need to get to work,” he trudged slowly behind his friend, with minhyuk’s hand holding his own. there’s nothing but comradery between them, and yet hyungwon feels like he would trust minhyuk with his life.

“i hate this,” hyungwon murmurs under his breath, but he can faintly hear minhyuk chuckle at his whining, “i’m serious!! there’s barely any food and i’m starving and i’m supposed to pick fruit that i won’t even be allowed to eat?!”

minhyuk’s face is stone cold suddenly as he turns to, for lack of a better phrase, tell hyungwon to shut the hell up, “lower your voice,” he orders, and hyungwon deflates, but he obeys, and the quiet returns as they continue to walk to their spot in the field to pick the fruit, “i’m sorry, but i worry that being so outspoken will be your downfall, won.”

as they pick the apples, in silence from their short and blunt conversation, hyungwon spots one that stands out from the rest. he tries to resist getting a closer look at it, but he just can’t. he takes a few steps over towards it, subsequently a few steps away from minhyuk, and the apple does the rest. it’s almost hypnotic in the way hyungwon can’t take his eyes off of it. it’s red and glowing and hyungwon doesn’t know how he’s the only one captivated by the apple.

it’s like the fruit is speaking to him, calling him away, and he starts walking, even when minhyuk calls after him, he knows minhyuk spoke even though he couldn’t hear him. he walks for a few minutes, through the trees and the dense forest that he’s never traversed before. he doesn’t have to constantly gaze at the apple now, but he grips it in his hand like his life depends on it.

he comes upon a small statue hidden in the depths of the forest. it’s a stone carving of a bird, wings spread as if flying through the sky. it’s beautiful.

“isn’t it?” he hears from behind him, actually registering someone spoke to him this time, and he turns to see who it is. instead of the face of cheerful minhyuk he’s so used to seeing, a beautiful figure graces his eyes.

hyungwon can’t even focus on the physique, though, he’s too entranced by the piercing eyes that stare into his soul practically and the voice he can hear ringing in his head. “isn’t it, dear?” your voice repeats again, and he feels compelled to answer, though he’s not exactly sure how you read his thoughts. maybe he had actually said them out loud.

“yes,” he murmurs softly, turning back to look at the statue, “it’s gorgeous,” he takes a step closer to the statue to get a closer look.

“your voice,” you speak again, “i- nevermind,” you stop yourself, instead choosing to take a step closer to him, your hand touches his shoulder, “can i help you with something, dear?”

“i- what?” he’s taken aback by your question, because he didn’t search you or this place out, he was practically lured here by the fruit, “no, i-i’m okay, thank you though.”

“are you sure?” your touch on his shoulder finally registers in his head, like all his reactions are slowed and delayed, “if you’re not here for something, then… why are you here?”

“i dont… i don’t know,” he was never loud, but he’s even quieter now, “the apple… it led me here.”

you suddenly fell silent. he wonders if you used to apple to lure him, if this is a trap, but your touch is still so distracting and he can’t bring himself to care much. you look so harmless, with such pretty features that he wants to stare at forever.

it does make him wonder, however, just why your tone was so brazen when he said he wasn’t here to ask anything of you. you looked baffled when he said no, like that was the only reason you expected him to be here, “do people always just come searching for you… asking for things?”

“yes, they do,” you respond bluntly, but your words aren’t hostile. he faintly feels a sense of pity in his heart for you.

“that sounds like… such a sad existence,” the words leave his lips without him really putting much thought into them.

“it is,” you say as silence falls between the two of you before he speaks up.

“you uhm… are you… human?” you’re a beautiful yet lonely person in the forest, and it makes him wonder if you even are a person.

“no, dear,” you say as you lift your hand, the grass beneath both of you growing as you do so, “i am a being that represents nature. i think you humans would call me a god or goddess?”

“oh that’s… incredible. please explain to me more,” his eyes find you once again, watching you with already such a soft, adoring gaze.

“you just want to hear me talk, little human,” your tone is playful as his cheeks become rosy.

“maybe,” he smiles cheekily, “will you still explain it to me?”

“of course, sit with me and the flowers, will you?” you ask him, and he plops on the ground, sitting with his legs crossed as you begin, “i can control how nature exists in this world. i can make your flowers grow or trees in your forest more dense. you humans also love to hunt the sweet animals i create, ”

you pause, as if to give him a chance to speak up, and he does, “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s alright, dear, your apologies are not necessary. besides, once they do die, they become gifts for other gods, and those gods treat their gifts from me very well,” you smile somberly, “tell me, how are you humans doing?”

he wants to lie, for some reason. he has an urge to just say ‘everything is fine, let’s just talk about happy things. i want to be happy’ but he doesn’t, “we’re… you want my honesty, right?”

“yes, yes absolutely,”

“we’re suffering. there’s too little food for everyone,” his stomach rumbles as he’s in the middle speaking, and he makes a sort of ‘see what i mean?’ gesture, “and we barely have enough to keep everyone alive through the month..”

you subtly gasp at his confession he just gives so easily, “and yet you were expected to pick fruit? that seems unfair, dear.”

“it was work that had to be done for the good fo the village,” he lowers his head at the thoughts racing through his head, envisioning the soft eyes of his friend, “but min- uh, my friend, he’s all i have. i know i… said i didn’t have anything to ask of you… and this may seem too much of me to ask, but now that i know what you are and can do, could you please help them? the people of my village, i mean,” he pleads, his eyes shining in the light.

“you want me to… provide them food?”

“please, i’d do anything,”

your face is suddenly much more serious, and you grip his shoulder as you lean in close to him, “for future reference, dear, don’t ever tell a being like me you’d do anything. ever. got it?” you were kind. you knew you were kind, but there were some that would rip his poor, innocent heart to shreds, steal his soul because he didn’t read the fine print. you’re relieved someone so soft and sweet and almost angelic stumbled upon you of all beings.

“yes,” he practically squeaks.

“good,” you sigh as you stand up, “i will help you, little thing. in return, please stay with me for one day. tomorrow afternoon, at this exact hour, you can return to the village,” you extend your hand for him to shake, “are those terms agreeable to you, my little human?”

his heart pounds in his chest. you want him to stay with you? for a whole day? he decides it’s a price that’s easy to pay if he remembers the prospect of being able to save him friend and his people from starvation “yes,” he murmurs, reaching out to shake your hand.

—

it doesn’t take much effort from you, just a wave of your hand and apparently, the harvest in the village would magically improve. he supposes one day is not a lot of his little time to give up if it meant the village could be revitalized with a bountiful amount of food. he just hopes minhyuk isn’t worrying too much.

you have a cottage of your own, he learns. it confuses him slightly because you’re a goddess, why would you need a very human-esque living space? he supposes he’ll never learn the answer to that question. the thing itself is impossible to see from the outside, he could have sworn nothing was there until your hand was in his (his heart stopped for a good minute) and you led him up the stairway leading into the cottage.

“make yourself at home,” you tell him, and he nods in a daze. your place was beautiful, full of flowers and vases with more flowers and little flower trinkets on the table and mugs with flower designs. judging from anything you considered to be your domain, you seem to like flowers. the softness of the atmosphere is calming to him, the scent of all the flowers is overwhelming, his knees are weak.

“what- what are you going to do with me for this day that you have me? you must have some plan for me,” you tilt your head with a faint smile on your lips as he sits beside you on the couch, “do you want me to work? am i a servant? please, all cards on the table, tell me what you want from me.”

“all cards on the table?” you echo, and he nods, for a second wondering if you just straight up didn’t know what he meant, but you lean in to him, close enough to just barely need to lean just a little more and you’d be kissing him, “i just think you’re cute. forgive me if i just wanted a day to gaze at you.”

he’s startled as you pull yourself away, leaving him flustered and blushing and stuttering as you excuse yourself outside to grow more flowers. he sees the beautiful sunflowers and roses and tulips and then his eyes find you once more. your beauty just radiates, it’s so overwhelming and intoxicating that he feels the safest really taking it all in when you’re focused on your flowers, not leaving him a blushing mess whilst so close to kissing him he just might faint.

the sun hits your skin in such a beautiful way that he can’t can’t stop staring. it’s ironic how you wanted him to stay for a night because you thought he was cute but he cannot take his eyes off of your beautiful smile and hair and demeanor and just… aura. your presence is so soft and comforting yet so overwhelming to him. it’s all something he can’t understand.

you return a few hours later, having given your guest time to really settle in. as you open the door, he’s in the kitchen area with one of your mugs, drinking a cup of tea peacefully and quietly, “welcome back,” he mumbles with a smile.

“hi there, little human,” you smile back at him, taking a seat beside him, “i’m… sorry. i know you were probably lonely, here all by yourself-“

“no, i actually enjoy the quiet. it beats picking fruit,” he shrugs.

“speaking of food, i was able to grant your request, but i completely forgot about you. would you like something specific to be prepared for your evening meal?” hyungwon forgot what it was like when there wasn’t barely enough food to survive on. he tells you his wishes for meat and vegetables and starches his stomach aches for, “alright, dear. sit at the counter with me as i cook.”

he’s stunned for a second, “i didn’t know you can cook.”

“you don’t know my name, my sweet. we have a lot to learn about each other.”

“what is your name?” he asks, and you giggle to yourself, having known he’d ask it the moment you brought up the fact that he hadn’t yet.

“y/n,” you answer, finding the spices you wanted, “and yours, my beautiful flower?”

his heart skips a beat at the endearing term you use. at this point, he wonders if you’re getting enjoyment out of flustering him so helplessly like this, “hyungwon,” he sees the way you smile when you hear his name. it makes him smile too.

“hyungwon… what a beautiful name you have, my dear. it’s fitting, for someone as beautiful as you,” at this point he’s absolutely sure you’re getting a kick out of making him a flustered mess, because now his cheeks are red and he can’t meet your gaze, “sorry, i don’t mean to fluster you—,” liar, he thinks, “— i just can’t help adoring you.”

“you’re too much for my weak heart,” he mumbles exasperatedly as you cook, looking over at him with that cheeky smile on your face like you know just how much you wreck his heart and his composure.

you seat him at the small-but-not-too-small dinner table, bringing plates of food and finally sitting at the seat across from him, “eat as much or as little as you want, dear.”

he goes to ask before he puts too much thought into the question, “are you not gonna eat-? oh, wait, nevermind, do you not need to?” you nod, smiling.

“i’m grateful that you think of me, angel, but you’re correct: this is all for you,” and while he’d theoretically be hesitant to eat while you just sit there, he finally remembered just how hungry he was, and so it would have taken much more restraint than he currently had to restrain himself.

after dinner, you lead him him to the bedroom in your cottage. emphasis on the singularity in that term, “oh- uh, a-am i going to sleep with you-?” he stutters.

“you can, you don’t have to if you don’t wish to, flower. i don’t really have to sleep so if you want the bed all to yourself, then it’s yours. i just… i thought maybe- you know what,” you tone changes suddenly, and he’d be damned if he didn’t catch it, “nevermind. take the room. call for me if you need me, i’ll be outside with the flowers again-“

“wait!” he calls out as you turn to leave him alone. you look over at him, eyes shining so beautifully in the moonlight.

“yes, my flower?”

he’s flustered once again, but he can’t help wanting you to stay with him. he reaches his hand out to you, similarly to how you reached yours out to him, “stay with me?”

you accept the proposal, sitting on the bed with him, weaving a few flowers into a flower crown while he lays on his side, watching you work on the crown like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“i think sunflowers will look pretty against your skin, hyungwon,” you mumble, keeping your voice soft as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere you’ve both created, and he smiles bashfully at your words, “truly, i think anything would look beautiful on you, but the yellows would really bring out the strong, almost sensual browns in your eyes. can- can i?”

he nods in consent, sitting up and sitting still for you, and your fingers gracefully position the crown on top of his head, “ah, do i look good with it on?”

“oh absolutely, sweetheart, but,” you scoot closer to him, and once again, his heart beats rapidly and his thoughts evaporate into thin air, replaced by the bashful shyness and the way he’s suffocated by your scent, breathing it in like it’s a drug, “in my opinion, you’re the most beautiful.”

he can’t breathe.

“i-i, um, oh my god,” he stammers, so shy as you smile at how he struggles.

“can i kiss you, pretty boy?” you whisper, your hand raising to hold his cheek as you gaze at his lips. it’s subtle, probably because he was malfunctioning inside, but he nods, closing his eyes and passively waiting for your lips on his.

he didn’t know what to expect, with you being a god and all, but it was so much more than he could have prepared himself for, both mentally and physically. it was a rush if he’d ever felt one, both his body on fire and goosebumps lining his skin.

your style of kissing makes him ache in so many ways. his lips will definitely be bruised from the way you bite them, drawing blood like a vampire but in the kindest way possible, your hand cupping his cheek and you other rubbing his thigh soothingly is enough to keep him from crying out because of the pain.

“stop me, hyungwon,” you mumble under your breath, “if you don’t want this, you need to stop me. tell me to stop and i will,” but how did you ever expect him to do that when he’s already so wrecked and all you’ve done is kissed?

“don’t,” he whispers, “don’t stop, please,” and you oblige, keeping your lips busy on his neck as he groans, reaching out to hold your waist, “please,” he echos his own words weakly.

“tell me what you want, i’ll do it, just tell me,” you see how choked up he is, and it’s cute how easily he’s wrapped around your finger, “tell me, tell me, my flower.”

“touch me more,” he breathes, and you help him throw off his shirt. your hands are all over him in an instant, you press kisses down his neck, paying attention to his chest as your hands wander lower and lower.

he bites his lip in anticipation, but it feels just like how it felt when you bit his lip before and he audibly moans at the recent memory. it’s almost embarrassing when he realizes just how openly and easily he’s been moaning since you started.

and it’s not like he exactly expected a warning, but he wasn’t ready for when one of your hands started rubbing his crotch and making him moan and whine helplessly, “please don’t tease me.”

“hm, alright, sweet thing. how about i ride you? would you like that?” he nods desperately, weak at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure and leaving him to drown in the overwhelming pleasure you give him, “take off your pants and underwear, then.”

he scrambles to do as you say, watching with his jaw dropped as you make the garments you wear all but disappear with just a wave of your hand, and he’s intimately reminded that you’re not human, that he shouldn’t have trusted you so implicitly as to let you put him in this position, and that he’s playing a game where he doesn’t know the rules.

but then he sees the genuineness in your smile, the way you treat him so kindly yet assertively, soft yet harsh, and he just can’t fathom being in any real danger when he’s being swallowed by so much pleasure when he’s under you like this.

he’d been zoned out for a few moments until you’re actually riding him already, holding his hand in a softness that makes him weak. he suddenly notices the flowers in your hair, the way your nose crinkles up when you smile down at him, the way looking at your lips reminds him of the ache on his. it’s incredible just how infatuated he is, the way he adores so much being not just under you in a physical sense but also being under your spell.

he moans in such a heavenly bliss, eyes fluttered shut as he can only hear his own voice make sounds that would normally make him embarrassed. he can’t bother to care right now because when he opens his eyes, you seem to like the sounds he makes. and he wants to please.

“hyungwon, d-dear,” you murmur, your hands resting on his chest to keep yourself stable on his chest, “i can’t keep my eyes off of you, baby. you’re absolutely ethereal. so please, can you show me how pretty you are when you cum? can you cum for me, my flower?”

god that name was the most precious thing to him, he wanted to be your beautiful flower forever.

he does cum. he orgasms viscerally, his body trembling as he throws his head back, his jaw slacked as he moans loudly, cumming so hard he can see white.

he stays in that headspace of pleasure, higher than the clouds, for a few moments as the high subsides and he’s left with a euphoric feeling that keeps him shivering with aftershocks, until he starts to hear your voice. you whisper little nothings to him as he starts to come down completely, “i’ve got you, little thing, don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”

he briefly ponders why you keep calling him ‘little thing’ when he’s as tall as he is, but your kisses to him temple take that thought away, “y/n?”

“yes, dear?”

“can you sleep with me?” he asks, not realizing that you already told him that you don’t need to sleep.

still, you can’t resist him when he’s just so adorable with that pout he probably doesn’t even realize he’s making, “of course, let’s clean up just a little bit, and i’ll lay with you while you sleep, angel.”

—

morning comes far too soon. you still have him for another 7ish hours, but once they’re up, he’ll return to his village, to that friend he mentioned, and disappear from your existence forever. it’s almost pitiful how quickly you became attached to the pretty thing.

you look over at him, sleeping so, so peacefully, his cheek squished against the pillow while he pouts and you can’t help but coo at how precious he looks.

it’s impossible to imagine a life anymore where you can’t keep looking at his face, at his pretty lips (that are covered in bruises in a way that makes this moment a bit less melancholic and innocent), at the softness in his eyes when he gazed at you. what a miserable fate that would be to live through.

“what’s on your mind?” you hear him groan tiredly, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. you go to object, say ‘of course it’s nothing just go back to sleep dear’, but he catches it and, even in the early morning, he won’t take a lie.

“i just… you have a life to return to, and i don’t want to deprive you of that. i’ve just grown to like you, is all,” you murmur as you run your fingers through his hair, hearing his soft gums of contentment, “an existence of being by yourself might make one somewhat… easily attached.”

hyungwon doesn’t know how to respond, but he sits up, despite the tiredness that still rests in his body, he moves to get himself out of bed, using his hand to brush his hair out of his face, “we still have time together, so let’s do something you want to do.”

“like what?” you smile sadly, “what should we do?”

“hmm…” he makes a really cute face when he thinks, you realize, and it just makes you fall a little bit more, “well you really like flowers right?”

“of course,”

hyungwon’s face lights up, like he’s had a sudden realization, “oh! then what if we painted? i have minhyuk’s paints in my bag!! minhyuk told me to hold onto them for the day and i kept them on me!”

“wha- what if your friend doesn’t want you to use them?” you stutter, but you can feel that you’re already on board.

“then that’s his problem!”

now to be honest, painting was not hyungwon’s strong suit, but he had such a fun time with mixing colors and making flowers that don’t really look like flowers come to life on the many wooden walls of your cottage. neither of you had brushes either, so it was really just fingerpainting, and by the end, your hands were covered in myriads of greens and yellows and pinks reds and blues tinted by the white, they were almost works of art themselves.

and after hours of painting, making more flower crowns, even teaching him to make flower crowns, and more activities, your time with him was dwindling. of course, he doesn’t have to leave, but the time that he had to stay was slowly slipping away from you.

“hyungwon,” you mumble, getting his attention as he sits on the couch while you were supposedly making tea. you raise your hand, displaying a bright red apple, “this is the one from yesterday, right?”

“y-yeah, i think so, why?”

“i- come here, please.”

he wobbles over to the kitchen, sitting beside you as you show off the fruit, “what’s going on?”

“remember when you told me the apple lead to you the statue?” he nods, “this apple is blessed with my energy. it’s… magical, in a human sense. i just want to apologize for decieving and likely confusing you yesterday,” you look down at the fruit, shiny and glowing red with liveliness, “but i have a… proposal of sorts.”

“i- alright, what is it?”

“take a bite,” you say, your tone heavy with implications of what will happen, “take a bite, and stay with me, will you?”

“what- what about my family? my friend? what about the life that i have?” he asks, but it’s all rhetorical, he doesn’t expect a serious answer, “i was willing to give you a day, i can’t give you my life.”

why can’t you, you feel the urge to murmur to him, why can’t you give that all up? you know i’m all you want now, you’ll only spiral down even further into me, “you don’t have to eat it all, just a bite, just one.”

“what- why are you so adamant that i eat that apple?”

“because!” your voice cracks ever so slightly, and once again his heart aches and he rushes to attempt to soothe you, to hold your heart in his hands and never once let it be hurt, “because you are all i want, hyungwon,” you mumble as he hugs you, resting your head against him, “because i want you to return to your friend and your village, but i’m selfish, i’m so, so selfish. this is the best middle ground i could think of.”

“...what does taking a bite entail?” he asks tentatively, and his heart jumps when he sees your eyes shine with hope. whether or not you know it, you’ve got him good.

“half the time, you’ll be mine. your soul has to reside in my domain, your heart will constantly ache for me,” you murmur, your hands suddenly wandering and he chokes out a moan, “but the rest of the time, you can return to the village. you can return to your life, and i will not make any attempts to steal you away during that time.”

he’s left speechless, not exactly sure what you’d want him to say now, but you place the apple in his hands, pressing a few faint kisses to the edge of his lips just to fluster him, but then you disappear outside. he watches you through the window as you tend to your flowers, picking a sunflower to place into your hair. he’s so entranced by the way you move that he can barely focus on what he needs to focus on: the apple.

he wonders what minhyuk is feeling right now. he’s probably worried to death, horrified out of his mind that his friend just disappeared into the forest. he wants so badly to go back and reassure him that nothing bad happened and go back to the way things were except things would be better.

but he does also feel a sense of… devotion? infatuation? love, maybe? whatever it is, he feels something towards you. his heart aches to please you, to do in this situation what would make you happy. the way you looked when you were so emotionally vulnerable with him, you didn’t seem like a god that he had to worship in that moment, you seemed like a soul that he wanted to love. it’s this feeling deep in his soul that just leaves him, both his heart and his body, utterly defenseless to the prospect of you.

so this is the end of him as he’s been for his whole life. or at least, in a sense, half of him. he’s grateful that you went outside to let his head clear just a bit, it’s always so clouded with you and your scent and your aura that he feels delusional. he tosses the apple around anxiously as he tries to decide what to do, but in the end, there’s not a chance in the world that he could ever go against what would make you happy.

he tries to delude himself into thinking it’s a conscious choice he makes, but he knows he’s lying; he just doesn’t want to accept it. he’s been a wreck since the moment you lured him away with the very apple he holds, there’s not a single reality in which he gives you up. his heart aches to protect yours, and his body wishes to be ruined by yours.

he takes a bite. he’s yours.

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