#god. 1/3 of these are grass types

[verdanturfwind]

[loop-lover-central]

At least one(1) person asked for it. SO-

We'll start with some stuff from the isat spoiler Q&A

Let's get started!

-There is only one canonical straight shot timeline that technically erases the prologue from existence. When looping back the previous timeline is completely overwritten, like saving over your save file in a game! It's all gone! Despite this, when you start a new game you're making an entirely new Siffrin to torment. So at least you're not making the same Siffrin go through hell again and again! *sweeps Loop under rug* Don't look at that. Don't worry about them. They're fine.

-While wish craft and other craft types are described to have a smell, time craft does not! I mean, what would time craft even smell like anyway? Clocks???

-Mirabelle's time freeze immunity will wear off eventually!

-Loop could actually be still comfortable with He/They. While the time loops did put them through it, the They/Them was mostly for anonymity. But there WAS some sort of identity shift. So you can and should have fun with Loop pronouns. Do it! Do it!!!

-Despite the island being forgotten, it's still physically there the entire game and before that! So it being lost is purely anti-memetic fuckery. It is just censored out by the universe.

-Loop and Siffrin sitting quietly together was originally a bug where ID5 accidentally softlocked Siffrin and trapped him at the tree. They thought it was a sweet moment of respite and implemented it.

Let's Switch it up! Reddit AMA

-There was originally a love triangle between proto Mira, Isa, and Sif before Mirabelle was made aroace. It probably would have ended in an OT3/polycule situation. So QPR MiraIsaSif truthers out there, enjoy this one.

-The idea of Loop being Siffrin came about during saap's developement. Originally the guide for isat was going to be one of ID5's ocs.

-Change God knows everything about meta because they are a God. Loop only gets a smidgen of meta knowledge, however.

-Loop's ability to see what Siffrin is up to works the same way their calls work! The farther Siffrin is, the harder it is. So Loop calls stop working past snack break 3, and Loop can barely see past the King.

-Isabeau wouldn't play video games. He touches grass.

-Siffrin was subconsciously inspired by Snufkin, from The Moomins. So we wouldn't have Siffrin as he is if everyone wasn't rabid over Moomins a few years back.

-Sadnesses ARE are a constant in the world of isat. They only become more common and poweful during times of great duress, like war or Insane False Monarchs with timey wimey powers

-The doppleganger wish in the selfcest book happened "a long time ago" and is only a child's tale now.

-Odile's name is her given name. Kinda. (No elaboration on what the fuck THAT means.)

-Siffrin only got memory issues after leaving home. They were not a forgetful child.

-At one point before they had names, Isabeau was just called "dude".

-While only called scrawny in game, Adrienne calls Siffrin "deathly thin". Metabolism monarch out here. (Probably all the casual wish craft.)

-The reason the party stops reacting to Sif's poking is just because it's tragic and makes things worse for him. That's it. The universe just hates him.

-Everyone but Odile would like rollercoasters.

-Just... this. This is so funny. Also Loop being the final boss while Siffrin is the secret final boss... Also Loop confirmed deity looking!!!

-"comic!siffrin is a whole different siffrin than game!siffrins sadly. rip to them. still stuck in time" WAY TO FUCK ME UP ON A MONDAY? Comicfrin is still stuck in time.

-The characters have official voice claims but not a single one is serious except for the King's. Mira sounds like Animal crossing isabelle(isa.belle. hm.). Bonnie sound like a inkling from splatoon (ID5 specifically used the female inkling as example). Odile sounds old. Isabeau quantum mechanically sounds flamboyantly gay or like All Might from MHA. Loop sounds like stock glitter sound fx. No Siffrin voice claim. Siffrin has video game protagonist voices which means they sound like whatever you want.

-Loop's glow is comparable to a lamp. Not enough to hurt the eyes.

Siffrin and Friends Q&A time!!(Beware these are SEMI-CANON)

-Siffrin isn't really a trap master. They're just fast enough to activate and dodge the traps.

-Odile doesn't like fennel.

-Fave flowers! Bonnie=Sunflowers, Odile=Orchids, Mira=Lavender, Isa=Roses, Siffrin=None, dubiously answered with dandelions however.

-Sif is a night owl, Bon and Mira are early birds, and Odile and Isa are average.

-Siffrin and Odile have probably eaten crabs and would tempt Bonnie with their sinful ways of consuming crustaceans.

-Odile has been traveling for about 2 years.

-Odile knows how to play a shamisen. It's one of her favorite instruments as well.

-When prompted with competition Loop and Siffrin stare each other down like "kids about to throw hands".

-Loop would like to eat a pastry if they could. GIVE THEM YOUR BAKED GOODS NOW!

-Kill the King day is a Tuesday.

And finally random trivia I found while sniffing through the wiki!

-Salty broths actual cure 6 cooldown, instead of 2 like the dialogue implies.

-Chateau means castle. The cursing of castle castle...

-The Change God face with six eyes and a cat-like mouth is inspired by ID5's oc Eye Gal

-The only time tears can freeze Siffrin with no warning is in saap. By using the second Star Crest to clear one of the rows of Tears, you can just walk into the second row and freeze.

-The dev's older notes mention specific shades being used for hair dyes but they're never mentioned in-game because of the an unadded event.

-In ACT 2, there's a small chance Siffrin says "Heheh… Bonk." when activating the switch for the rock trap

-Saap Bonnie thinks nuts are gross according to some unused dialogue, but enjoys raisins.

-During early development in saap tears were originally intended to be spike traps. A left over sprite of Siffrin being impaled does exist, including minor blood spurt. This was probably changed because it was a little too gruesome, ID5 definitely tried to reel in the darker concepts and has stated they went too dark sometimes.

-Loop turning back into Siffrin was considered long enough for them to get an entire animated walking sprite.

[d1s1ntegrated]

omg ur streamer shigaraki is SO MHMGGGFFFFF, ive been thinking ab shigaraki w his (super out of his league heaven sent) gf and how chat goes crazy when he does a gf reveal at like a 1 mil milestone or whatever.. GAWDDDDD

“chat is this real”

“How did he pull HER?��� type beat

streamer!shigaraki: gf reveal! 1mil subs :)

mini smau/lowkey crack

ignore how poorly made the tweets are i did my best 😔

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"alright fucks we somehow made it to a million, i'm gonna finally prove im not lying and i do in fact know the touch of a woman"

chat going absolutely wild waiting for her to show up

instead he gets up, goes off cam, and returns with a cardboard cutout of some girl from high school dxd and the chat immediately spams L

->"loser we knew u didn't have a gf"

->"touch grass buddy come on"

->"go back 2 streaming games bro"

->"it's ok we're all a little delulu sometimes"

->"ur still my fav bro"

->"buddy...."

->"clapped"

->"not the dxd girl wtf"

->"ew"

->"LLLLLLLLLLLLLL"

->"troll"

he reads the chat out loud, stopping specifically on "troll". he smiles wide and nods

"yeah, i guess i am a troll. i dunno, what do you think babe?"

an unfamiliar voice rings out, muffled from the side; "you might be"

you come out from the side to "read the chat" better and they stop altogether, like chat literally dies for a few seconds

->"what."

->"WWWWWWWWWWW"

->"ain't no way"

->"HOW"

->"how much does he pay u"

->"NO SHOTTJWJW"

->"YO????????"

->"HE PULLED HER??????"

->"W"

->"IS THIS REAL??"

->"guys he's lying it's his sister"

->"he doesn't have a sister dumb fuck"

->"ON GOD??1?1?2"

->"CAN U BE MY GF TOO"

->"SHIG UR GF SO HOT PLS DONT DIE"

->"on my knees crying"

->" ('-')7 sorry we doubted u"

->" ('-')7"

->" (•_•)777777777"

->"W"

-> "w chain"

->"W"

->"W"

->"W"

you sit on his lap and he grins, laughing at the reactions of the chat

"i fucking told you"

you laugh and read the chats out loud, answering a few of them along the way

"no i'm not his sister, ew, it's very real, we've been together for a while now, also that cutout is mine, i bought it for the stream"

over the next few hours, both of your phones go off repeatedly with notifications. social media sites are booming with your reveal, and #shiggygfreveal becomes a top tag on twitter.

scrolling through the tag, you find multiple posts about how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, etc

u both finally decide to collab, which brings a huge number of followers up QUICKLY

chat is forever stunned and bowing at shiggys feet because of it ('-')7

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guys lmk if i should keep making this smau/other ones cause this was kinda fun ngl

hope u enjoyed :-3

fank u 4 the request sweet babe @yuckyyenaa ! 🥳🫶

[nsingcat]

MADE FOR EACH OTHER. O, BEARMAN

summary ✶ fan’s can’t help but to gush over you & ollie!

pairings ✶ ollie bearman x reader

type of fic ✶ smau

faceclaim ✶ hanni pham!

notes ✶ i ♡ ollie. you’re a college student (18-19) so you’re a private wag 😚!

#INSTAGRAM: FAN ACCOUNT !

liked by olliebearman, user, user and 256,928 others!

author throwback to when yn brought a teddy bear for ollie at baku 2023 🥹!!

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user AND IT WAS REDD I LOVE HERR 😫

user possibly the cutest f2 couple !! i hope we see her at more races this year

➥ user possibly the best wag 🤷!

➥ user you ain’t never lie !!

user WHEN HE WON THE RACE SHE GAVE IT TO HIM !! IT WAS THE CUTEST THINGG

olliebearman i still have that bear :)! she cuddles with it more than me but eh

➥ author oh HEY GIRLLL!! TELL YN I SAID HI OMGG

➥ user i sobbed i love them both

➥ user GIVE US MORE YN CONTENT 😠🤨👊

➥ user THAT’S SO CUTEEE

user 🕯️ yn at more races this year 🕯️

user SHE’S SO PRETTYY

user waiitt im new here!! how is she related to ollie? like what does she do?

➥ user this is y/n l/n !! she’s a college student majoring in journalism! she’s a private wag, so her instagram & tiktok is private. she doesn’t show up to a lot of races but she tries to and is the sweetest ever

user ollie teach me your ways bro

user best f2 wag soon to be the best f1 wag !1!1

user off topic but once ollie becomes a full-time f1 driver i’m gonna be so excited to see yn interact with all the other wags!!

➥ user HER AND FLAVY OMGGG>>

➥ user ALSO HER AND ALEX??? FASHIONISTAS FRR

➥ user can’t wait until the wags take her under their wing 🙏

➥ user just realized she’s gonna be the youngest wag what the frick 😦

#INSTAGRAM: OLLIEBEARMAN !

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olliebearman summer break with my baby 💝

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user SHES SUCH A CUTE

user oh my god idk if wanna be ollie or yn

user HE WENT TO HER COLLEGE??? OH IM SICK 😓

user they’re made for each other omfg

user YN CONTENT YN CONTENT ‼️‼️

alexandrasaintmleux cuties 💕!!

➥ user mother omfg

➥ user when i’m in a biggest ynliver fan competition and my opponent is alexandra saint mleux

➥ can’t wait for the yn x alex interactions next yeaarrr 😫

user SHE’S SO HAPPYFUL WHAT

user my favorite couple i cant

user the grass photo of her.. shes so adorable

user “my baby” I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

user the photos with each other 🥹..

user PLEASE NEVER BREAK UP OMFG

#TWITTER: FAN ACCOUNTS !

#INSTAGRAM: YOURUSERNAME !

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yourusername did a little photoshoot for my friend’s makeup showcase ! these are BTS (not the band) <3!

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olliebearman FIRST HA

olliebearman pretty girl 💕

olliebearman can’t believe you’re my girlfriend 😮‍💨!!

olliebearman i miss you sososo much 😵‍💫

paularon_ have some decorum oliver 😧

➥ yourusername leave him alone paul ! let him express his love (even if it’s a little worrying..)

➥ olliebearman THANK YOU BABY!! (i think??)

➥ yourusername you’re welcome baby !! (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous girl !!! we must plan another date 😚💕

➥ yourusername thank you alex 🥹!! i’ll text you <3

kimi.antonelli ollie wouldn’t stop talking about these photos btw

➥ kimi.antonelli seriously. pls come get your boyfriend

➥ kimi.antonelli i’m pretty sure he’s gonna start crying if you don’t call him

➥ yourusername i- okay thank you kimi !! 😭

olliebearman please disregard kimi’s comments, i was in fact NOT CRYING.

➥ olliebearman okay i was, i love you ☹️💝

➥ yourusername i love you more pretty boy 😚‼️

➥ olliebearman that’s impossible but whatever … 🤷 (I LOVE YOU MOST)

nymphia talks! OLLIE FIC OLLIE FIC! he’s not on my masterlist but i’m slowly becoming a fan of his so he’s getting added 😚! i hope you all enjoy <3

[nutmeggery]

I need Neil Gaiman to know that Good Omens 2 made me feel emotions I haven't felt in nearly a decade.

When I heard there was going to be a Good Omens 2 I was looking forward to it, of course. I just wasn't expecting it do anything super special to my emotions. I was sure I'd enjoy it, though. I really enjoyed s1.

But, for the last few years, I watched shows and afterwards basically thought well, that was fun, and I quickly moved on and didn't think much about them. There was only about 3 shows in the last 5 years that had made me feel truly emotional and stayed on my mind to the point where I felt like I needed to engage in fandom for a while. (Good Omens 1 was one of them.)

I wasn't spoiled by the leak. I never even knew there was a leak. So I had no idea what was coming in s2. And oh boy...

See, I'd watched Our Flag Means Death, a show where you don't expect the lead characters to kiss, because, well, that never happens in these types of shows, right? And this is important because when they did kiss, it felt like a door that had been locked with just about all the high security locks in the world had suddenly, inexplicably, been opened. Something switched inside me. It took me months to understand what it was, but when I thought about Good Omens before s2 came out, I realized what it was.

I would never truly enjoy a bromance they're-only-queer/in love-by-your-own-interpreation story ever again. Stories where nothing is confirmed, just subtext that anyone who doesn't want to see it can easily deny and mock those who wish it was more.

While it was clear that Crowley and Aziraphale cared a lot about each other in s1, and were probably in love, it was still just a fun ship for fans to play with in fanfiction and fanart. Do they love each other? Oh sure. In what way? Well, that's up to interpretation. Ok, cool. But it's not quite Our Flag Means Death, is it?

Then I watched Good Omens 2. And from episode 1 I saw my favourite Angel and Demon duo love each other. And I was having the best time. I hadn't had such a good time watching a show in a long while. It was not only right up my alley, it was an alley I wasn't even aware was my alley until I saw it. I enjoyed seeing the old characters, the new characters. Oh, I was wonderful.

It was clear to me that, of course Crowley and Aziraphale love each other, are IN love with each other, showing it in their own way. And I wasn't expecting it to be THIS obvious.

And then when the kiss happened, I couldn't believe it. I covered my mouth with both hands and gasped and sat up straight in my seat. I had never expected it--the heartbreak it added to the already heartbreaking scene--it rewired something inside me.

It was like my emotions had been locked up in a stall like a horse for so, so long, and now the gate had been opened, the stable door kicked down, and the horse was running out onto the large pasture into the daylight, bucking and kicking up grass. Oh my god, I have to take a few minutes to process that entire 6 hour marathon of emotions.

And by a few minutes I meant a few days.

More than a few, actually.

I didn't need a kiss to understand how much they loved each other, but I did need the kiss to understand how intense and heartbreaking their separation is for them after everything.

But more than that, the kiss broke a barrier. They really did it, I thought. They really dared.

Aziraphale and Crowley aren't human males, no, but they're played by male actors. And that is significant. That makes the kiss significant. In the world we currently live in.

Weeks later, I'm still obsessed with the show, re-watching s1 and 2, reading the book again, listening to the audio drama. And I'm on tumblr, seeing people's posts and art to somehow sate my hunger for a s3 that doesn't exist (yet).

And I'm having a wonderful time.

[chishiyasleftnut]

Is there going to be more parts to stuck with you where chishiya redeems himself I guess

IM BAAAAAACK! ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Thank you for your request and patience, it’s been a rough couple of months. I’ve always wanted to make an insane author note and it’s finally my time to shine:

I had a mental breakdown, got hospitalised due to it, had to fight to get sick leave from my studies (I was supposed to be done with my bachelor’s now so rip that), and then when things finally lined up I GOT A CONCUSSION. So, it’s been a rough couple of months but now I’m back and unstoppable (⌐■_■) 

Anyway, I hope you’ll like this story!

Stuck With You (part 3)

(Read part 1 and part 2 here)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut. Includes oral (both female and male receiving), penetration (female receiving), unprotected sex. Pairing: Chishiay x fem!reader

Plot: After spending the night together in more than one way, Chishiya finds it hard to keep his hands off of you - even in a life and death situation. The real question is: what have you two become?

3082 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You felt as if you had barely closed your eyes when you were rudely awakened by chirping birds, sunlight shining through the thin and cheap material that the tent was made of. With a big yawn, you sat up in the tent, stretching your sore limbs before looking to your left where Chishiya had spent the last few nights, expecting to see him laying besides you with dishevelled hair as he always had in the mornings. To your surprise, he was nowhere to be found.

“I swear to God if this was some weird type of ‘hit-it then quit-it” I’m going to tear him to shreds the next time we meet,” you mumbled, immediately getting flashbacks to previous similar situations.

With no other choice than to continue your day, you got dressed in silence before emerging out of the tent. And there he was: carefully fidgeting with something you couldn’t quite make out. His head turned towards the sound of the tent zipper unzipping.

“Morning, princess,” he smirked. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine.” That was a lie and you both knew it. You looked like a hot mess with dark blue bags under your eyes and your hair all tangled up. “I thought you ditched me, I won’t lie.”

“Do you think so little of me?” he said, his grin only growing more annoying by the second.

You shrugged to avoid the question - truth be told you still weren’t sure where you had him - and moved closer to him, sitting down next to him on the grass and looking at whatever he was creating. Noticing your peaked interest, he replied to your silent question.

“It’s a stun grenade. Probably not deadly, but it’ll do some damage,” he said nonchalantly. Noticing your confusion, he continued. “I thought it would be a good distraction if we run into problems. It might buy us some time if we need to run.”

“I didn’t know you could run.”

Although the air that huffed out of his nose told you that he found your remark funny, he decided not to reply to your snarky comment.

“Anyway, it’s good to have, isn’t it?” he asked.

You shrugged again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him knowing once again that he was right. Why did he always have to think so far ahead? It was annoying you relentlessly how he was right more often than he was wrong. It was Chishiya who spoke first, looking at the stun grenade before stuffing it in his left pocket.

“There’s a hearts game,” he said while pointing distantly towards the sky.

Your heart sunk. Playing a hearts game with an ally was either incredibly beneficial or terribly traumatising. Although you wouldn’t say it out loud, you didn’t want to risk losing Chishiya and you had a feeling that he agreed. Actually, who were you kidding, you knew very well that Chishiya would sacrifice you without a second thought way before you had the chance to sacrifice him. Still, it felt unnecessarily risky.

“Do we have to attend it?”

“Mhm, it’s the closest one to us.”

And that was that. With no counter arguments, you both picked up a few belongings and headed towards the big banner floating above who knew what. Jack of Hearts.

The venue was an old prison. The big iron door which encapsulated the depressing location eerily creaked as you carefully entered the slowly deteriorating building. Of all the games sites you had been at, this was definitely up there in creepiness. With each step you took, you got reminded of the horrors this place had once been home to. You shivered at the thought, trying your best to conceal your feelings about the location.

Much to Chishiya’s dismay, you were required to hand in all potentially dangerous belongings before you could enter the game. Chishiya kissed his teeth and reluctantly let go of the stun grenade he had spent all morning on assembling.

“A shame,” he said monotonously. “Seems like I won’t get to test my creation.”

You muttered a silent thank God under your breath. The idea of a homemade stun grenade didn’t seem very safe to you, and with your luck it would somehow explode in his hands and kill the both of you.

“Did you say something?”

Crap. He heard you. It was like he had super-human hearing at times.

“No,” you lied, causing Chishiya to sneer. Nonetheless, he luckily dropped the subject.

The game started not long after you put on the collar supplied to you by the game masters (whoever the hell that was). The metal was cold, but otherwise it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. That was good, considering you had to wear it for an unknown amount of time.

The rules were simple. Each person’s collar showed a symbol which you had to announce every hour in a private jail cell. Easy enough, right? The only catch: you couldn’t see this symbol by yourself. The collar was placed in such a way that it was impossible to do so. The obvious solution would be to use a reflective surface - something that was regrettably forbidden by the rules. If you said the wrong symbol: game over. That meant the game was one big exercise in trust with the sole goal of killing off the unidentified Jack of Hearts.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you would not be forced to be in a position where you or Chishiya could get hurt. You trusted each other, right? At least more than you trusted the other strangers in the prison. This would be fine.

And for the first time in what felt like years, it was fine. What you hadn’t considered was how God awful boring this game would be, giving you nothing to do but eat snacks and talk for hours. There were already clear alliances formed amongst the players, causing the Jack to hide safely amongst an unsuspected group of players until someone inevitably fucked up and mistrusted their group.

The boredom had started to hit both you and Chishiya hard. Although he tried to hide it, you knew there were only so many packages of biscuits one man could eat before he went insane. It therefore shouldn’t have surprised you when he pulled you aside at the beginning of the 4th round.

“What are you-“ you managed to exclaim before Chishiya covered your mouth and dragged you into his cell.

“Shhh,” he said with a smirk, looking rather pleased with his plan to waste some time. He immediately yet carefully closed the heavy cell door, making sure not to slam it shut. “Be quiet, we don’t want everyone to hear, now do we?”

“Hear what exactly?”

Despite your confusion, you instinctively lowered your voice to comply with his request. You had long ago stopped questioning Chishiya on these things.

“We’re both bored, aren’t we? I can think of a thing or two we could do to make the time go by faster.”

And that’s when you got it. Sex. He wanted sex in the middle of a game. This wasn’t the Chishiya you knew back at the Beach - that Chishiya would never have been willing to be vulnerable at all, much less during a game.

“What, am I that addicting?” you joked, snaking your arms around the back of his neck. It wasn’t like you were about to complain over or resist his offer. If you spent one more round doing nothing you might actually have died from boredom.

“Very much so,” he admitted, his own hands finding their way to your waist.

It felt good knowing you were wanted - and by Chishiya of all people. Feeling a rush of confidence, you initiated the first kiss, pressing your lips against his firmly. As expected, Chishiya immediately reciprocated, gently leading you towards the wall and pushing you up against it without breaking contact with your sweet lips.

When Chishiya’s hand left your waist to sneak under the waistline of your pants, his mind occupied with lewd thoughts of what was to come, you took the opportunity to switch the position around, taking him by surprise as you pivoted and pushed him forcefully against the cold wall.

The look on his face was priceless, but you didn’t have time to bask in the rays of satisfaction you felt. Instead, you dropped to your knees and placed both hands on his thighs, making sure to look at him up through your eyelashes.

Without hesitation, you hooked your fingers under his sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing his half hard dick. You broke eye contact to gaze at his length, examining the thing that made you feel pure bliss the night before. The thoughts of last night’s encounter made your mouth salivate, causing you to gulp down the excess saliva.

You must have been staring for a while, completely absorbed in the memories, and fully disconnected from reality, because you suddenly felt Chishiya’s hand grabbing yours, gently guiding your fingers around his half-erect dick. You understood what that meant, immediately going to work on making him harder, gliding your hand up and down his entire length, watching as it grew and grew.

Once you noticed small droplets of pre-cum oozing from the tip, you placed your flattened tongue at the base of his dick before sliding it up all the way. Not having expected the sudden change of sensation, Chishiya shuddered and gasped in one breath, his hand moving into your hair.

You flicked your tongue over the sensitive head, enjoying the way his hardness twitched each time the slightly rough yet at the same time soft tissue of your tongue brushed over the tip. Satisfied with the reaction this got you - and feeling as if you had made him wait long enough already - you opened your mouth just wide enough to take him in his entirety, letting his dick fill up your throat as you took him down to the root.

“Fuck,” you faintly heard Chishiya mutter, your other senses almost completely dulled by the feeling of Chishiya’s length occupying your esophagus.

As Chishiya adjusted to the warmth and tightness of your throat, his fingers entangled in your hair. He pulled on it ever so slightly, silently begging you to fuck him with your mouth. And you did, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savouring the feel and taste of him with each movement.

Just as you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, Chishiya pulled your head away from his body, your mouth leaving him with a wet, pop sound. He shuddered slightly at the cold air which had so suddenly hit his now wet skin before he pulled his pants back up.

He noticed your confused eyes, but instead of speaking he pulled you up on your feet and guided you towards what you could only imagine was the prison cell’s bed. The bed (if you could even call the cold metal slap that hopefully once had held a mattress a bed) wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither was the shitty two-man tent in which you two last shared a moment. At least you had more space now than you did last night, opening up for more possibilities.

With a small push, Chishiya got you seated on the metal before kneeling down on the floor in front of you, swiftly pulling off your pants and underpants and seating himself between your legs. The coldness from the metal now directly against your bare buttocks didn’t exactly feel nice, but luckily for you it didn’t take long before he hiked both of his arms underneath your thighs and lifted your lower body up against his face, so you were doing a shoulder stand.

Wasting no time, he immediately plunged his tongue into the depth of your core, licking up your arousal as if he had been wandering around a desert for days with no water. Your sounds went from confusion caused by the awkward position to deep pleasure in record time, your moans being harder and harder to suppress when he finally flicked his tongue over your so far heavily neglected clit. He hummed and growled as he indulged in your taste, the vibrations from his mouth only furthering your arousal and excitement.

His tongue was working overtime, alternating between circling your love button and pushing deep inside of you. You were so zoned out from reality, entering an almost trance-like state brought on by his tongue, that you barely noticed his hand moving down your body, sliding underneath your shirt until it reached your breast. There, Chishiya snaked around your bra and began massaging your boob, occasionally putting extra focus on your sensitive nipple.

Despite the objectively rather awkward and uncomfortable position, you soon enough felt a cascade of pleasure engulf your entire being as Chishiya’s mouth helped you reach your climax. Chishiya didn’t stop - instead he continued to flick his tongue around your most sensitive area, accompanying you through every last pulsation your core made. Once your hand-muffled moans had turned into soft whimpers, he put you down and wiped his mouth with his arm.

Now that you were fully horizontal again, you began feeling the aches in your neck. Perhaps doing a shoulder stand for God knows how long, on a metal bed, was not the best choice. Chishiya too looked as if he was internally questioning his decision to eat you out like that, but he wasn’t a quitter. Not wanting to waste even a second more than he had to, he stood back up and pulled down his sweatpants, his hard length slapping against his stomach once freed.

His dick didn’t even need extra attention before he was set to go. It was so perfectly ready for you; hard, red, throbbing, with a bead of precum adorning the tip. It was almost beautiful - well as beautiful as a dick can be. You didn’t get to admire it for long before he climbed on top of you, pushing your body further down on the metal bed and immediately entering you once on top of you.

With his dick buried so deep inside of you that it almost felt like he was piercing through to your stomach, Chishiya began thrusting in and out of you, his tip forcefully slamming against your cervix each time. You were well aware that you were supposed to be quiet and yet you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that left your lips. Chishiya quickly covered your mouth with his hand, shusshing into your ear through his own low groans.

Your hands found their way around Chishiya’s torso, gripping tightly onto the soft fabric of his hoodie. Had he not been wearing said hoodie your nails would have painfully been digging into his skin, leaving marks for hours to come. Luckily for his back that was not the case and he barely even noticed how tightly you were clinging onto him.

“I’m gonna-” you began saying into his hand, your words muffled. To everyone else, the sounds would have been unintelligible, but Chishiya knew exactly what you were trying to say.

“Come,” he demanded, growling the command into your ear.

Your mind completely blanked after that, your body only able to feel the immense pleasure that was flowing through every fibre of your being, raising every little hair on your arms and igniting nerves you didn’t know existed. The intense pulsation from your core caused Chishiya to finish soon after, his dick rhythmically spouting his seed deep inside of you.

You both rode out your high together, Chishiya eventually collapsing down on you, grounding you further down on the hard, metal bed. The only sound audible in the room was that of heavy breathing. That was until Chishiya suddenly stood up and redressed his lower half. You raised your eyebrows at his promptness, something that he noticed.

“We can’t stay in here all day. We have a game to play,” he said. Perhaps you were imagining it, but you swore you could see the faintest satisfied smirk on his lips.

You had no reply, but instead followed suit and put you pants back on. As you stood up you felt the sensation of Chishiya’s seed slowly seeping out of you, but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t like there were tissues laying around to help with that right now.

The silence in the room was thick, a contrast to the sounds of pleasure that only a few minutes prior had faintly echoed around the bare room. That was, until you bravely decided to ask the question that had been on your mind since last night.

“So, what are we?” you asked, trying to sound more confident than you were. He, of course, saw right through you. He always did.

“I don’t know, what are we?” he repeated like a parrot, avoiding answering the question. You knew it was because he loved toying you around. Perhaps you liked being toyed with too, but that felt more like something you should discuss with a therapist than with Chishiya.

“No no no, I asked you first.”

He didn’t reply. Of course he didn’t, that would have been too easy of him. Instead, he opened the cell door again and gestured towards the hallway outside.

“We have a game to finish.”

And that was that. You knew you wouldn’t get a better answer out of him - not today at least - so you followed his lead, exiting the jail cell and pretending as if you hadn’t spent the last small hour with Chishiya rearranging your guts.

The following rounds were slowly getting more and more dramatic, with the other groups disbanding due to betrayals and a general sense of unease spreading through the prison. In that regard, you were quite lucky that you had Chishiya. Even more so when he eventually cracked the code and helped you both survive the game unarmed.

Together you silently walked back to the little camp that you had created and mutely crawled back into the tent. No words were spoken as you both laid flatly down on the mats next to each other. What was there to say? Bringing up the game would do nothing but remind you of the precarious situation you were in. Bringing up what happened during the game would require both of you to openly discuss feelings. Yeah, no. Silence was the right option. At least for tonight.

[PART FOUR HERE]

[the-moon-files]

Wait, quick idea! Twilight looks like the only hylian in his village because everyone else has round ears, so what if he wasn’t as surprised as the others to see their human companion so resilient, but still fairly impressed because of the fact that most if not all people in his village don’t put themselves in as drastic situations as the reader? Or is this just humans from our world?

get out of my head lmao /lh - you, me, and wayfayrr are actually the same person on diff accounts LMAO

im of the belief that (blame @wayfayrr, my beloved) that he knows of humans bc of some in his village but yeah, just not the type of human in drastic situations

(ALSO they wrote me a fun, long, glorious, male reader human space orc au fic for winning their raffle a bit ago, and it brings up their headcanon abt this and i Adore It actually, check it out here pls if u wanna know🤲)

(also if u see this wayfayrr, sorry for the ping, also should i be calling u moss? or wayfayrr?? idk which, i hope thats even ok to ask 😭 i assumed u would call my ass Moon)

Moon: Male-Masc Reader (he/him)

Orbit: short headcanons-ish, rambling mostly

Stars: Twilight Princess Link (Twi/Twilight), mentions of other Links

Comets & Meteors: CWs: none known, & TWs: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

to reiterate what i said up there, in case u skipped it for the bullet points,

i like the headcanon he knows humans, knows some of their quirks, and how they were the first ppl the other hylian villagers called on to help stuck cows or downed wagons, lots of heavy lifting stuff

but he really hasnt seen the extent of real humans, bc the humans who were in Ordon, well, they lived in hylian society,

why would they need the adrenaline to lift a car when hylians have set up whole tools and systems in all their towns to help lift just a full bucket of water out of the well??

not to mention, i think all the humans in his village were older adults? like at least not the age theyd be doing things like parkour or going to any trampoline parks type of age,

id imagine its more like stories talked about amongst hylians how hard humans can go, and even the humans themselves talked abt things like,

“well compared to u hylians, we have stomachs made of molten lava to you guys really, but we never have to use it, bc u know hylian food works just fine”

when Twi asked they would say stuff like that, but as soon as he saw ur human ass just picking wildflowers and berries off the side of the road to snack on? even random grasses/vines at some point (kudzu)?? easily eating Wild’s Dubious Food that's DEFINITELY got monster parts in it???! gnawing on the bone of a cucco and it just breaks??!!! and you look surprised too, thank fuck finally a normal reaction from u- oh my goddesses u were just curious (damn the elders were right abt human curiosity too) **and are now sucking out the marrow and eating the bone-!!!!!!!!!!!!

Twilight’s perspective of you is actually the equivalent of like, reading stories about vampires all ur life, then this new friend you made starts to get allergic to garlic, crave blood, has crazy strength and advanced senses, etc

and he’s just watching those honest-to-Hylia human mythological feats play out in real time in front of him, like he’s the only self-aware character in the story that immediately clocks the really obvious vampire as a vampire lmao

is the first to either 1. start choking on his laugh as he theoretically knows ur about to jump on the back of a lynel/hinox to ride it around and watch as the others come to the same conclusion OR 2. try to Stop you from jumping on said big monster in an attempt to ride it around bc he gets used to ur human BS quicker than the others and can see it coming a mile away now lol

very much so this meme:

(ur welcome i made it myself <3)

anyway id love to rant abt this dynamic

abt both Twi’s shock at you eating peppers like a god has come down from the sky to prove their immortality,

but also poor rancher esstientally humansitting you too lmao

the Chain/Time/Wars absolutely put him down as the resident human expert like: “ok he just drank like, 5? No- Four stop him from drinking more at least- (dual sighs). okay, 6 stamina potions, will that kill him??”

Twilight, saviour of Hyrule, of the Twili, Link from Twilight Princess himself,

has to keep a record book of all the new shit he’s heard/learned about humans in Ordon, what he has actively learned abt ur ass just fucking around and finding out, and the few bread crumbs of information u give him abt ur species

(that rlly just come off as kind of cryptid statements abt u/humanity, or don't apply in this scenario bc ur only comparison is Earth Rules, which honestly scare every single fucking one of them in the same way as walking on Ganon’s lawn or something, like straight up view ur home planet as enemy territory, the Amazon jungle, the Hyrule wilds if you will-)

Twilight also gets involuntarily volunteered for human-sitting duty too

tbh the only person Not allowed on human-sitting duty, when u guys go new areas esp, is Wild/Hyrule

you’d tell him you wanna get inside the guardian robot to operate it and ride it around and he’d probably be in shock you even fathomed something like that, yet also now EXTREMELY intrigued to watch it play out

(they’re both more of a “u wanna jump off a cliff?? that's actually crazy, wait for me please.” he seems to think he can somehow protect you if he joins you? its worked sometimes to be fair to him ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ just not really conveniently when the rest of the Chain are around lmao)

☆

i live btw, ive been writing/updating fics along with life updates (moving states/new job/online class) so a few asks will hopefully be answered over here in the next 2ish weeks

no promises, my life is kinda girlbossing at the moment too close to the sun and i am Nervous abt disappointing u guys

i already feel like im disappointing my other blog bc i haven't posted in forever bc im writing a fic instead of asks during any free time i dedicate to writing for it so :/

pls excuse my super slowness like a package ur waiting for in the mail or smth type of slow

AGAIN thanks for the ask!! i hope this was at least entertaining to read as some addon to what u said, you guys have gotta check out some of wayfayrr’s stuff if ur into this, bc they're the only other place i can think of that's talked abt humans not just being the same as hylians

have a great week!!

Peace out hugs and chaos,

🌙

[venusbyline]

Gwayne Hightower — Merciful Gods (1/3)

chapter one

(next chapter)

— summary: Gwayne Hightower is back in King's Landing. Just as you are willing to try to avoid your uncle at all costs, he is more than eager to finally show you the price for his silence.

— pairing: Gwayne Hightower x niece!reader

— type: dark

— word count: 1.5k

— chapter's warnings: female!reader, dark!Gwayne, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Hightower Incest (uncle/niece), dubcon, dubcon touching, sexual tension, degradation, violence, face-slapping, sexism, argument, referenced non-con voyeurism, referenced accidental voyeurism, referenced fingering, religious conflict, religious guilt, corruption kink, age gap (older man/younger woman), gaslighting, manipulation, curse words, referenced character death, prince regent!Aemond mentioned, dark content, sub!reader, dom!Gwayne, canon divergence. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: Merciful Gods is a threeshot series. It involves dark content about religiosity (The Faith of the Seven), incest relationship and women's repressed carnal desires.

— author's notes²: Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.

— crossposting: AO3

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"Well... you are here again, princess."

The voice you had been avoiding hearing during the last few days echoed off the walls of the Great Sept, your hands shaking as you remained silent and continued focusing on your prayers.

Since Jaehaerys' death, you accompanied your sister Helaena and your mother to the Sept then the three of you could beg to the Gods for forgiveness and for their kindness too, asking them to have some mercy on your family in the midst of all that war. You would kneel and pray for hours, lighting candles and focusing on your thoughts, even though Helaena was distracted, whispering random sentences that made no sense to anyone but her.

However, you could not blame your sister. No, you really were not in a position to judge her for not focusing on the Gods, not when you were also lost in thoughts.

Unlike Helaena, who had a broken mind since her son's cruel murder, you were distracted thinking about futile things. Sinful things, to say the least. Something that went against everything you learned about the Faith of the Seven.

"Do not be such a rude little girl, niece. I am talking to you."

When the footsteps approached where you were, you sighed and closed the eyelids. "I am trying to concentrate myself, uncle Gwayne."

Your words came out shakier than you would have wanted, a mocking sound escaping from Gwayne's lips as he continued walking over to where you were kneeling. Even though you had the eyes closed, you could hear his presence covering your shadow, his boots finally coming to rest next to you.

The slight smell of sweat and wet grass indicated that Gwayne returned recently from his daily training. Since Rhaenys's attack on Aegon, Aemond assumed temporarily the reigns as the Prince Regent and was orchestrating yet another attack against Rhaenyra's allies. You did not know so much about the whole situation, since your mother was willing to keep you and Helaena in the dark when it came to the more bureaucratic part of the Green Council. Everything you realized on your own was that your brother Aemond was not in his right mind, and he almost seemed to enjoy taking on the responsibilities that once belonged to the older boy.

"And you were concentrating this time?" Gwayne asked you with a sarcastic voice, which made you sigh again and open the eyes, raising the face to stare at your uncle and his large and imposing presence, standing very close to where you were kneeling and quite vulnerable.

"I always concentrate."

Considering how broken and high-pitched your voice sounded, it was no surprise when Gwayne raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk. "Oh, that is true? So you are a rather... Faithful to the Gods' little girl now?"

Your cheeks that were once only a little warm due to the countless candles around the Sept, heated even more at Gwayne's words, some specific memories filling your mind while you stuttered in search of any convincing answer, but you could not found nothing.

Gwayne took advantage of your silence. "You know, dear niece... I still remember how cunning you were two years ago. Always mumbling about not understanding why you needed to come to Sept so often, but at the same time doing anything Alicent demanded. Pretending to be her perfect daughter."

Your face turned pale upon hearing your uncle's words, a part of you tensing at the direction of that conversation, already understanding very well what he was implying. The hands that had been intertwined throughout the prayers loosened and you placed them on top of your own lap, taking a deep breath and facing the grown man. But there was another side of you that was feeling attracted to what Gwayne was saying. Like a stupid moth to the flames.

That was a part of your conscience that you did not dare admit to anyone, not even to yourself. You wished to keep blaming the lit candles to justify the heat burning inside your veins, blame them for making you so breathless and paralyzed.

And you could mentally blame whatever you wanted, actually. Either way, in the end, both Gwayne or yourself would recognize the truth. Both of you would recognize the emotions that you had been trying hard to deny during the last years.

"How would my sister react if she knew her sweet daughter was touching herself at the Great Sept two years ago?"

Your uncle's degrading but honest words froze your blood and you immediately stood up from where you were, eyes wide and staring at him with disbelief. Before Gwayne had a chance to calm down, you were about to run away from the sacred place. Away from the Gods. Away from him.

Your attempts to escape failed as soon as Gwayne's large hand grabbed your wrist, his years as a knight making it easy for him to catch you, like you were a simple little mouse begging to escape from a predator.

"Do not you dare open that pretty mouth to cry out, sweetheart." Gwayne placed his palm over your lips, preventing any sound asking for help. His free hand released your arm and moved to your waist, pressing your smaller body against one of the pillars while you squirmed. "You thought I forgot, did not you? You thought I would not remember how you cried and begged me not to tell anyone about your dirty little secret?"

The knight let out a low chuckle as he watched your violet eyes fill with crystal clear tears that did not take long to start running down your rosy cheeks. He could feel the warm radiating from your body, the way you moved against his hold...

Gwayne lowered his face, kissing and licking the little quantity of your skin that was exposed due to the necklaces you wore. Ever since you saw Jaehaerys' body after his death, you had been wearing more accessories than usual, feeling a discomfort in your throat every time you pictured your nephew being beheaded and with his head sewn on afterwards.

Your uncle did not seem to care about any of this, just nibbling you roughly enough that you whimpered under his palm, but not hard enough to let marks that would make clear to the entire King's Landing about the unholy act he was committing against you.

Or that the two of you were committing it together.

"You stopped fighting."

Then you realized that he was right. That you really were not moving against him anymore. Your body was still tense under the touch and the tears continued to flow like a current. However, there were no more desperate movements.

"You want this, do not you, niece? This is why you keep coming to pray here at the Sept. Because you feel dirty for desiring carnal acts." He removed the hand covering your mouth, allowing you to say whatever you wanted. Or even scream if you wanted to.

No ask for help was even considered. "I do not... I do not feel dirty. I am not dirty."

His mocking smirk was playing on his face. "Are you sure about that?" Gwayne asked, now caressing your chin, his other fingers squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts covered by the green velvet dress. "You seemed quite dirty in my eyes during that night. Rubbing your pretty little cunt and fucking your fingers inside it, so close to the altar and letting out pathetic moans that you swore no one would hear."

"It was a mistake!" You growled lowly after letting out a soft whining, heart racing due to his caresses. "It was just a mistake, uncle. I was younger, I did not understand the true matter about the Faith of the Seven. I was bored and—"

"And you believed that touching your cunt before their eyes would make your religious duties more interesting?" His evil laugh echoed through the holy temple, as did your moans. "You looked like a whore."

Faced with such cruelty, the world stopped for a few seconds. Whore. You looked like a whore. That was what Alicent called Rhaenyra. It was the type of woman that your brother Aegon fucked every week. They worked in filthy brothels and sold their bodies to earn enough money to feed themselves at least. They were disgusting. Cheap price, most of the time. And they were dirty. Dirty and promiscuous women. Stained and condemned before the Seven.

Your heart sank and you did what you never thought you would need to do someday. Your hand collided with Gwayne's face with a considerable violence, his face turning to the other side, letting go of you at the same moment with shock and fury.

Neither of you moved for the next two seconds. You remained still, normalizing your breathing while Gwayne now was staring at the ground, swallowing hard and clenching his jaw.

When Gwayne returned your gaze again, a chill ran down your spine. The big and almost always charismatic eyes now held a darkness that you had not seen up close in another man other than Aemond or Daemon. It was dangerous and scary, for a moment you flinched against the pillar, like a helpless fawn.

"You will regret this, dear niece." The warning was the last thing Gwayne said to you before leaving the Sept, the gates closing with a thunderous sound that made you kneel once again, lighting a candle and begging for mercy immediately.

[qiu-yan]

someone should love you as you deserve to be loved

[warning: heterodox to wang x xian. no character bashing, only heterodoxy. if that makes sense.] 

part 1: 

a reality warper is an individual or being with the ability to (as the name implies) alter reality in an anomalous fashion. while most reality warpers can only alter more superficial aspects of reality (ie. small instances of thaumaturgy, telekinesis, etc), more powerful reality warpers are able to alter reality on a more fundamental level (ie. causing natural disasters, changing people's memories, creating fully-sentient artificial beings who believe themselves human, etc). and the most powerful type of reality warper - the beings one might call "gods" - are capable of retroactively altering history.

an anti-miracle chamber is a kind of magically-enforced room that resists all magical and anomalous influences. such a chamber is completely sealed on a conceptual and existential level, such that, when the chamber is closed, nothing - no magic, no miracles, no anomalies - can alter what is sealed in the chamber. thus, even if the strongest of reality warpers used their powers to retroactively change the timeline, the contents of an anti-miracle chamber would remain unaltered.

part 2: 

jiang cheng has kissed wei wuxian exactly once in his life. perhaps a more romantic person would have said that wei wuxian tasted of sunlight, fresh grass, or whatever other garbage was typically peddled in romance books written by virgins, but all jiang cheng could remember was the burn of the too-spicy chicken wei wuxian had eaten earlier. naturally, jiang cheng had jerked away almost immediately, eyes watering as the burn of cumin spread onto his tongue; wei wuxian, that asshole, had only laughed at him. 

of course, wei wuxian has certainly forgotten that incident already. now, the only person wei wuxian needs to kiss is lan wangji. nonetheless, though, sometimes jiang cheng can still taste the faint ghost of that overspiced kiss, and hear the echo of wei wuxian's laughter in the quiet wind. 

two years postcanon, jiang cheng stumbles into a temple. this is a bit of a problem, as this temple does not exist. however, jiang cheng does not know this. all he knows is that the (nonexistent) candles are lit when he enters, that these (nonexistent) candleflames are reflected, gleaming like jewels, in the dull (and nonexistent) bronze of the (nonexistent) statue at the temple's center, that he is dripping rainwater on the (nonexistent) floorboards. that the storm outside is so bad that he had not been able to see anything on his way here. and that jiang cheng had fought his way through the rainstorm anyways, weather and health be damned, because he has something to say. 

"you actually granted it?!" shrieks jiang cheng, before the puddles he has left behind him can even dry. "one thousand prayers, one million wishes, and this is what you chose to grant?!" 

"take it back! this isn't - this isn't what i wanted! grant another one of my wishes instead! if i really can have anything, then - then - " 

the temple, of course, is silent.

part 3: 

postcanon, wei wuxian is living happily in the cloud recesses with lan wangji. and he is happy! sure, jiang cheng has been sending him letters, and sure, he's kind of too chicken to even read them, and sure, they're slowly piling up in the jingshi. but that's fine! that's fine. the past is the past.

then, three years postcanon, wei wuxian starts to notice things changing. for one, jiang cheng changes: while before he would send wei wuxian letters (which wei wuxian never opened), and would immediately take the bait whenever lan wangji needled him at public affairs, now he no longer does any of those things. now he simply avoids both wang and xian, and does not react at all when lan wangji pokes at him in public.

furthermore, and more noticeably - lan qiren's behavior also changes. previously, he had of course expressed disapproval in lan wangji's choice of partner; however, previously, all of his actions still indicated that lan wangji was his precious nephew. now, though, things change. one day, out of nowhere, lan qiren stops paying any mind to lan wangji altogether, and instead treats him as coldly as he would a stranger.

lan wangji is naturally upset by this change. anyone would be, if the man who basically raised them started icing them out. in a stark contrast to his behavior 3 years ago, lan wangji begins following his uncle around, asking if he can help with anything and if his uncle would like to spend time with him. lan qiren, however, coldly rebuffs lan wangji each time.

unable to watch this go on for any longer, an angry wei wuxian confronts lan qiren. to wei wuxian's surprise, though, lan qiren does not respond to any of wei wuxian's barbs about being a shitty uncle; instead, lan qiren starts grilling wei wuxian on his history with lan wangji. when did wei wuxian first meet lan wangji? did wei wuxian ever try to send any letters to lan wangji after his expulsion from the cloud recesses? could wei wuxian describe in detail his and lan wangji's battle with the xuanwu of slaughter? how many times did wei wuxian run into lan wangji during the sunshot campaign? did lan wangji ever visit wei wuxian when wei wuxian was living with the wen remnants in the burial mounds? how exactly had lan wangji rescued wei wuxian from the slaughter at nightless city?

wei wuxian is naturally able to provide detailed and specific answers to each of these questions. lan qiren stares at wei wuxian for a moment. then, lan qiren says: "as cruel as this is for me to say, you are ultimately not my responsibility." and then lan qiren turns around and leaves, ignoring wei wuxian's shouts.

nonplussed by this conversation, wei wuxian begins to pay more attention to lan qiren for the next few weeks. he discovers that there are certain hours in the day, following a fairly set schedule, in which lan qiren's whereabouts are completely unaccounted for; no matter much hard wei wuxian digs, he cannot figure out where lan qiren is going during those hours.

moreover, wei wuxian also happens to overhear an interesting conversation between lan qiren and lan xichen (still in seclusion). lan qiren asks lan xichen to refresh his memory - lan wangji had visited wei wuxian exactly once when wei wuxian was living in the burial mounds with the wen remnants. given that lan wangji was already in love then - had lan wangji shared his reasoning as to why he only visited once? and had gusu lan done anything to or with lan wangji for this visit after lan wangji returned from yiling? lan xichen thinks about it for an unexpectedly long time, and then replies that he cannot remember. when wei wuxian later asks lan wangji these questions later, lan wangji is able to provide clear answers.

wei wuxian pioneers a safer long-distance version of his little paperman: one that does not require the caster's consciousness to fully sink into the paperman, one that does not harm the caster if damaged, and one that can travel an incredibly long distance from the caster's body without the spell breaking. then, the next time lan qiren leaves the cloud recesses, wei wuxian plants one of these papermen onto lan qiren's person, allowing him to surveil lan qiren in secret.

to wei wuxian's surprise, lan qiren visits lotus pier, where he has a private meeting with jiang cheng. though wei wuxian misses most of the conversation because his paperman doesn't work perfectly, wei wuxian still manages to overhear the following snippet:

JC: to be fair, i don't think he's dangerous. if he had ill intentions, then he would have acted on them already. if you don't give him any reason for complaint, then i don't think he'll have any reason to act against you.  LQR: and how exactly am i supposed to know what would give it 'reason for complaint'? how am i supposed to know anything about what it wants? just what can you tell me about it, sect leader jiang?!  LQR: ....forgive me. i did not mean to raise my voice.  JC: i - it's fine. i understand.  JC: .....and, for what it's worth, i'm sorry too.

after visiting lotus pier, lan qiren returns to the cloud recesses. then, a few days later, he leaves again - this time to visit the unclean realm. once again, wei wuxian plants a paperman on lan qiren, allowing wei wuxian to surveil lan qiren's movements.

at the unclean realm, lan qiren meets with nie huaisang. instead of talking about anything relating to the events of the guanyin temple incident, however, lan qiren instead asks nie huaisang about lan wangji. asks lan qiren: lan xichen and nie mingjue were friends since childhood; thus, did nie huaisang also frequently spend time with lan wangji in his childhood as a result of their older brothers' friendship? if so, what impressions of lan wangji did nie huaisang have, and did they or did they not get along? nie huaisang thinks about this for a moment, and then replies with some confusion that he cannot remember.

unnerved by this conversation, wei wuxian does not share what he overheard with lan wangji.

a few days later, nie huaisang then invites wei wuxian to the unclean realm. lan wangji insists on going with wei wuxian, but wei wuxian encourages him to stay home and help the juniors instead, saying that wei wuxian will be fine on his own.

once wei wuxian arrives at the unclean realm, nie huaisang meets with him. nie huaisang immediately drops the paperman wei wuxian had planted on lan qiren onto the table between them, and asks wei wuxian why he was eavesdropping on huaisang's conversation with lan qiren.

not knowing what else to do, wei wuxian ends up sharing all of the above with nie huaisang. nie huaisang concludes that something strange is going on. wei wuxian and nie huaisang end up agreeing to investigate this together.

nie huaisang explains to wei wuxian what he already explained to lan qiren: because nie huaisang had followed nie mingjue around everywhere, and because nie mingjue and lan xichen had been best friends from childhood, nie huaisang had also ended up spending a lot of time at the cloud recesses. it would have made logical sense if nie huiasang, as the second young master of the nie sect, had then spent (or been forced to spend) a lot of time with lan wangji, the second young master of the lan sect. however, nie huaisang has no memory of this ever happening - not even their respective guardian figures encouraging them to spend time together, not even any enmity that would have prevented them from doing so.

however, says nie huaisang, his memory of that entire period of time is just fuzzy - unusually fuzzy. this then leads nie huaisang to wonder if his memory was tampered with somehow.

at first, no one is sure what to do about memories that may or may not have been tampered with. however, after some research, wei wuxian finds the concept of the anti-miracle chamber: a type of magically-reinforced chamber that, when sealed, completely shields its contents against all forms of magic. according to wei wuxian's findings, each of the four (formerly five) great sects has such a chamber deep in its headquarters, the existence of which is kept a complete secret from everyone except the sect leader.

these anti-miracle chambers existed primarily for the sake of record-keeping - specifically, record-keeping that would remain absolutely unaltered by any sort of magic. from wei wuxian's readings, he learns that there once existed a kind of powerful god that could retroactively alter history: changing events that had already occurred, erasing people and altering history such that the erased people never existed to begin with, adding artificially-created humans and altering history such that these artificial humans always existed. the anti-miracle chambers were invented and built specifically so that the sect leaders would be able to track these anomalous changes to the timeline: because the anti-miracle chambers are completely impervious to all forms of magic, even if the flow of history itself were retroactively altered such that a certain [event A] never happened, because the history-altering magic would not be able to change the records inside the anti-miracle chamber, the records inside the anti-miracle chamber would still include an account of the erased [event A].

nie huaisang was never told about such a chamber - however, nie huaisang soon finds that the nie sect does indeed have an anti-miracle chamber. the reason nie huaisang did not know about it is that the sect leader nie before nie mingjue - that is, nie mingjue and nie huaisang’s father - had died far before he had anticipated doing so, and thus  never got to tell nie mingjue about the anti-miracle chamber. with wei wuxian's help, nie huaisang is able to discover the location of the nie sect's anti-miracle chamber and find a way to open it.

inside, nie huaisang finds nothing of note except for an extensive record on all the major events in the jianghu. in these records, nie huaisang finds recorded the births of nie mingjue and himself, of jiang yanli and jiang cheng, of jin zixuan, and of lan xichen; however, he does not find any record of the birth of lan wangji. however, notes nie huaisang, lan wangji's birth was on almost the same day as one of nie huaisang's father's particularly bad qi deviations, so it's entirely possible that sect leader nie had simply forgotten to record lan wangji's birth as a result. the records, naturally, cut off after the death of nie huaisang's father.

after nie huaisang conveys this to wei wuxian, wei wuxian is unnerved by the fact that the records do not mention lan wangji at all. if these records had been placed anywhere other than an anti-miracle chamber, then wei wuxian could chalk up lan wangji's absence as the result of either sabotage or some sort of anomalous anti-information spell; however, the fact that these records were placed in a sealed anti-miracle chamber specifically points in a different direction. thus, wei wuxian insists on checking the records in another sect's anti-miracle chamber to see if those records also lack lan wangji. since things with jiang cheng are currently tense and lan qiren is currently being suspicious, wei wuxian decides to go ask jin ling instead. nie huaisang elects to stay behind, knowing that a sect leader letting another sect leader into his sect's super-secret anti-miracle chamber would be a problem.

once at jinlintai, however, wei wuxian runs into jiang cheng. jiang cheng, having overheard wei wuxian asking jin ling to let him into the jin sect's anti-miracle chamber's recent historical records, tells wei wuxian that he can come check lotus pier's anti-miracle chamber instead. jiang cheng says that jin ling's position in the jin sect still isn't stable, and so letting an outsider see top jin secrets might cause jin ling more problems.

wei wuxian agrees to go check lotus pier's anti-miracle chamber instead. after their arrival in lotus pier, jiang cheng first serves wei wuxian a big meal before letting him into the anti-miracle chamber. there, wei wuxian finds both lan xichen and lan wangji's births recorded in the records, as well as all of the deeds lan wangji performed after his birth. interestingly, one of these deeds (which is recorded as having happened during the 13 year timeskip) involves lan wangji singlehandedly slaying a notorious snake yao in gusu. amusingly, the records also contain quite a lot of entries on jiang cheng's own mishaps.

wei wuxian thanks jiang cheng and says he's returning to gusu. even though wei wuxian has strengthened his (mo xuanyu's) golden core enough for him to (with some effort) make the trip back on his own sword, jiang cheng insists on having two jiang disciples fly back with wei wuxian. wei wuxian accepts.

once wei wuxian arrives at the cloud recesses, he has an engaging conversation about talismans with one of the jiang disciples, while the other one disappears for a bit. after the second one returns, the two disciples leave.

though he cannot articulate exactly what it is he had feared, wei wuxian feels relieved. that evening, he sleeps with lan wangji for the first time since this whole investigation started. in the afterglow, wei wuxian then praises lan wangji for a deed he had read in the lotus pier anti-miracle chamber records: that lan wangji had defeated that notorious snake yao in gusu during the 13 year timeskip.

at this, however, lan wangji reacts with embarrassment. in reality, lan wangji explains, he had not been the one to kill the snake yao; instead, it had been jiang cheng. jiang cheng had gotten overzealous and chased it all the way across the yunmeng-gusu border before finally killing it in gusu. now, this had been a problem, as the sect leader of yunmeng jiang had crossed a sect border in order to kill a yao in another sect's territory. jiang cheng had ended up offering gusu lan a sum of money in private to make up for this misstep, upon which gusu lan had claimed that it was lan wangji who had killed the snake yao, specifically to cover up jiang cheng's mistake.

upon hearing this, wei wuxian freezes. as we know, the only person who knows about a sect's anti-miracle chamber is supposed to be the sect leader, and nothing about jiang cheng's personality indicates that he would buck this rule. therefore, the only person who could have written the record in lotus pier's anti-miracle chamber about lan wangji killing the snake yao in gusu is jiang cheng himself. however, jiang cheng himself knows that this is not the truth. now, it is possible that jiang cheng also lied in the anti-miracle chamber records in order to keep covering up his mishap; however, given that the anti-miracle chamber records also contained many recordings of jiang cheng's other mishaps (many of which were far worse than accidentally chasing a yao into another sect's territory), wei wuxian finds it highly unlikely that jiang cheng would lie about this incident specifically.

therefore - something is up. the next day, with a sinking suspicion, wei wuxian asks all of the lan juniors he's friends with if any of them saw where that second jiang disciple went after wei wuxian's arrival in the cloud recesses yesterday. a handful of the disciples reply that they saw the jiang disciple speaking with lan qiren.

upon hearing this, wei wuxian immediately flies to jinlintai, where he asks jin ling to show him the jin sect's anti-miracle chamber. in there, wei wuxian finds that which he had began to suspect yet was too afraid to put into words: the records contain absolutely no mention of lan wangji.

more accurately, lanling jin is in the habit of keeping a separate set of records for each sect leader. that is to say, jin guangshan kept one set of records, which was made read-only upon his death; jin guangyao kept another set of records, which was then made read-only upon his death; the current jin sect leader is jin rulan, so only jin rulan's set of records can be written to.

jin rulan's (short) records, of course, contained mention of lan wangji. jin guangshan's records, however, did not. in jin guangshan's records, lan xichen was recorded as the only son of qingheng-jun. lan xichen was called "the jade of gusu," with no mention of a twin. the xuanwu of slaughter was recorded as having been slain by wei wuxian alone. no mention of lan wangji is made in any of the entries on the sunshot campaign. no mention of lan wangji is made on any of the entries about the public meetings on the wei wuxian issue. no mention of lan wangji is made in any of the entries on the nightless city massacre.

and then came jin guangyao's record. initially, jin guangyao's record also contained no mention of lan wangji. and then, a fourth of the way through jin guangyao's record, jin guangyao writes the following:

on the X day of the Y month of the Z year of the reign of xuanzheng, i spent the evening in this room completing my records for the month. when i emerged from this room the next day, however, i found that the world had changed: while previously the lan sect of gusu had only one son - my er-ge - it now suddenly had two. suddenly, everyone acknowledged the existence of one lan wangji. it was as if he had existed right from the beginning - even though i myself had no memory of him at all. at first, i considered the possibility that i had simply gone insane, or that my memory had failed me. and certainly this seemed the case when i checked the historical records of all of the institutions who would accept my request, as each of them had this lan wangji's existence and achievements fully recorded. however, no matter how many times i check the records that both myself and my predecessors had left in this conceptually-sealed and anchored room, i find no record of lan wangji's existence.

wei wuxian is stunned. wei wuxian is horrified. wei wuxian flees jinlintai and flies back to the cloud recesses, where he confronts lan qiren about just what he found. after a long round of yelling, lan qiren finally confesses the truth: yes, it is just as the records imply. the existence known as "lan wangji" was not created naturally, but was rather artificially added to the world one day during the 13-year timeskip.

not only were everyone's memories altered to include lan wangji; to a certain degree, history itself was altered to account for his existence. those 33 elders who lan wangji injured still bear the scars from those injuries. wen yuan, who lan wangji rescued from the burial mounds, now lives as lan sizhui. furthermore, once he came to exist, lan wangji was able to affect the world just as any other human: he did in fact save all those people as hanguang-jun, and he did in fact defend wei wuxian during the second siege. yet, says lan qiren, this alteration to history was not perfect: because edits to history were kept absolutely minimal, there are currently many "gaps" where lan wangji logically should be had he existed from the start, yet is absent from: these include nie huaisang's lack of childhood memories with lan wangji, and lan xichen's lack of memory of what happened to lan wangji after he returned from visiting wei wuxian in yiling.

and then there are the anti-miracle chambers. impervious to all reality- and history-altering miracles, the anti-miracle chambers and the records within them contain no mention of lan wangji before a certain date during the 13 year timeskip. thus, only one thing can be concluded: the existence known as lan wangji was not born as an ordinary human would have been, but was rather artificially added to the world.

lan qiren then explains that both he and jiang cheng came to realize the truth a few months ago. however, he continues, looking bitter: he and jiang cheng are not allies. because the current state of affairs was caused by none other than jiang cheng himself.

many years ago, during the 13 year timeskip, jiang cheng grieved. or perhaps it is more accurate to say that jiang cheng began grieving long before that. after all, jiang cheng had never once in his life been allowed to unabashedly love wei wuxian - first because of his parents, and then because of his duty, and then finally because of yanli's death and the doom of the yiling patriarch. when, during any period in his life, would jiang cheng have been able to fully love wei wuxian? when, during any period in his life, would jiang cheng have been able to put wei wuxian above everything - as some traitorous part of himself had always wished to do, as wei wuxian deserved to have someone do for him?

and yet, despite these deficiencies, jiang cheng loved wei wuxian. even now, with both jiang yanli and wei wuxian dead in the ground, jiang cheng still loved wei wuxian.

how unfair to wei wuxian. jiang cheng could not help but feel that wei wuxian deserved better: that he deserved someone who could and who would wholeheartedly put wei wuxian first, who would abandon all other duties for wei wuxian's sake, specifically in the way that jiang cheng himself had failed to do. and yet, jiang cheng was all the universe had seen fit to give wei wuxian. in this world, in this present, everyone else hated wei wuxian. how unfair, how unfair - the unworthy jiang cheng alone still loved him.

one day, jiang cheng went on a solo nighthunt and was gored by the boar yao he was hunting. as he lay in the dirt, slowly bleeding out to what he thought would be his death, he found himself thinking of wei wuxian again. would he meet wei wuxian again in his next life? or, for the sin of brother-killing, of not-brother-killing, would he be reincarnated into diyu instead?

strange. what was previously an empty clearing had been transformed into the steps of a temple. as his consciousness faded, jiang cheng found himself wishing: i wish that someone would love you as you deserve to be loved. i wish that someone would love you in all the ways i could not. even though i wanted to be the one to do this for you. even though i failed to do this for you, i wish that someone would love you unconditionally.

when jiang cheng next awoke, all of his injuries were healed, and the existence known as "lan wangji" had been artificially added into the world.

[giulliadella]

Speculative Biology of Euclydians (and Bill Cipher) part 1

Part 2

We're doing this, babies!

This analysis is based on two assumptions:

Before Bill Cipher became a demigod, he was a biological, living organism and so were the rest of his species.

Even after Bill Cipher became a demigod, he still retained some physical characteristics of his biological form.

I will clearly specify which of his abilities are innate abilities of his species, which ones are definitely his divine abilities and which ones could be both.

This is part one. This analysis became VERY long, so I'll separate it into FIVE parts:

Part 1: What is Euclydia and what are Euclydians?

Part 2: How Euclydians function as animals? (This is where I explain how are they built, what their organs do, how they feed, move, speak etc.)

Part 3: Reproduction NSFW (this one I separated because it's NSFW. It'll be nothing explicit, but I doubt your boss would be thrilled if he found out that you're reading about how triangles fuck in your office)

Part 4: Growth and development (here I will also talk about Bill's deformity and Euclydean society)

Part 5: How Bill Cipher destroyed Euclydia and got his god like powers?

SO, without further ado:

What is Euclydia and what are Euclydians?

I'm gonna drop a bomb first.

Euclydia IS NOT a flat two dimensional plane. Before you load your shotguns, let me explain!

There are many proofs both in the Gravity Falls show and The Book of Bill that Euclydia isn't a flat plane like the imaginary two dimensional world from Flatland by Edwin A. Abbot.

The first one is actually Bill himself. Bill's species has complex camera lens type of eyes. Such eyes are possible in 2D world, but not on the front, like Bill has. He was born like that, so that is proof that Euclydia isn't 2D.

Next, when Bill is talking about his home in Weirdmageddon part 3, he shows an image of his home planet:

This planet has RINGS. That is COMPLETELY impossible in 2D. Even if the planet was completely flat, the rings would go through it. They would never be able to actually encircle this planet. So, if Euclydia was two dimensional, Bill's home planet would not be able to exist.

In the Book of Bill, we see image of Bill as a baby. In that image he's standing on some kind of field with grass and you can clearly see that there's grass in front of him and behind him, and that's impossible in 2D:

(also sorry for the shit quality of this pic)

But the best proof is that image from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com that you get when you type VALLIS CINERIS in the computer. It shows Bill Cipher as a child with his parents. The parents are holding him in a manner that is completely impossible in 2D:

The image quality sucks, but you can clearly see that his parent's hands are IN FRONT OF him and he is also IN FRONT OF his parents. The position of "in front of" isn't possible in two dimensions and yet on this image the overlap happens many times. (I circled his parents' hands in red where they overlap with Bill and I circled him in blue where he overlaps with his parents. Bill's bow tie is also in front of him.).

With all that being said, what is Euclydia?

Well, just like Bill said, it's a flat world. Not two dimensional, but flat. The third dimension of Euclydia is limited somehow. Basically, in 3D, creatures are defined by 3 axis:

x axis is left and right (width)

y axis is up and down (height)

z axis is towards and away from (depth)

All three dimensional objects have both width, height and depth. Two dimensional objects have just width and height, so just x and y axis. And Bill has depth. It's a very limited depth, but it is depth nonetheless. So he's not really a triangle, more like a very thin pyramid. This is his side profile lmao:

So Euclydeans have some depth, but for whatever reason, they can't move on z axis. They can only move left, right, up and down. They also can't turn around.

This is how thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com explains Euclydian movements:

Two dimension to and fro, you always know which way to go. If you're lost, don't be afraid, in Euclydia you've got it made. Run too far right to right of frame, you'll appear on left again. Jump too high don’t cry or fret, pop up from the ground I bet. In this place, there is no fear, loved ones will be ever near. Roles and rules always flea/clear. Euclydia, we hold you dear.

So, if they move too far left, they'll come from the other side. This is actually something that in possible ONLY in non-euclidean geometry, which means that Euclydia, ironically, is a non-euclidean place. It's actually a sphere (or a similar elliptical body).

In non-euclidean geometry of the sphere, there exists something that sounds paradoxical: a straight line is actually a circle. But it's actually very easy to understand with this example:

Imagine that you're flying a plane in a straight line. You feel like you're going in a straight line, but your plane is actually following the curvature of the Earth. If you manage to fly around the entire Earth, you will appear on the same spot where you started flying. You were flying in a straight line, but because Earth is a non-euclidean sphere, you were actually flying in a circle. And both of those are true!

The plane is very very small compared to the size of the Earth. So, to the plane, Earth's curvature is so negligent that we could say that in a small radius around it the Earth is actually a flat plane. So, for example, houses, neighborhoods, even cities are built relying only on euclidean geometry (the geometry of a flat plane) because the Earth is so goddamn big.

And Euclydia is actually a whole fucking dimension. Let's say that our dimension is our universe. Our universe is approximately 93 billion light-years wide. So let's say that that's the size of Euclydia. How tiny is Earth compared to the Universe? That's why planets and everything else in Euclydia can be treated as a flat plane: every object is so small compared to the size of this giant sphere that the curvature could be completely omitted from the equation.

Now this is my theory, but I imagine that Euclydia looks like a giant soap bubble. Soap bubbles are made when two thin layers of soap molecules trap a thin layer of water:

Euclydia is the water - that thin layer is where all the planets, stars and living beings on them are located. That's why movement on z axis is so limited. The soap molecules are membranes that separate Euclydia from the other dimensions, one inside the bubble and one outside.

Since Euclydians can't move across z axis, they have eyes on their sides that can see only left and right. Their vision is limited to one dimension. But Bill's eye is located in a spot that allows him to see both left and right, but also up and down. He can see two dimensions, just like us! Here's a diagram I made, so you can understand better:

(there are stars outside too, but I didn't want to clutter this image more)

So, now that I've spent SO MUCH TIME explaining what is Euclydia, let me tell you what are Euclydeans.

Euclideans are animals (or their equivalent in their dimension). Animals are defined as multicellular heterotrophic organisms with an internal digestive tract. This basically means multicellular organisms that eat.

Euclydeans have to be multicellular because they have extremely complex structures such as: camera lens eyes, teeth, fingerprints, exoskeleton and so on. These traits cannot be achieved by a unicellular organism. And they definitely eat their food, we've seen Bill do it. So they are (their dimension's equivalent of) animals.

And how they function? What type of animal are they? Well, see you at part two, if this didn't bore you to death already!

Thank you to @forseenconsequences @extremereader and @ok1237 for asking me to do this. Hope you like it, guys!

[suguru-getos]

geto suguru is the type to reminisce over each lifetime he had with you, if reincarnation is a thing. he would be the one out of the rule, he would remember. he knows his heart is sworn and doesn’t care why. he knows it is you it is entangled with, and whilst pursuing, you don’t even realize it, but he finds himself in amusement with every little muscle twitch in your face and something in his chest and the pit of his stomach flutters.

a weight is lifted off his chest when you start returning the twinkle in your eyes when you gaze at him.

“has something changed, little one? are you no longer afraid?”

and perhaps you both are afraid, but he is indifferent to anything as long as he has you.

oh my god yes????!!!! suguru’s aching love transcending all the reincarnations & everytime he just finds you‼️‼️‼️ i got a bit carried away it’s sort of self shippy :3

reincarnation 1: prince suguru x her.

the first moment suguru’s eyes met her, it was as if time itself had paused. the hungover look in her eyes told him she had been unhappy. she… didn’t want this. yet the gown she carried with such poise only made him want her more. arranged marriages are mostly for power. it stablizes the roots of kingdoms and especially when his own was surging deep in the very mantle of the land. she didn’t look at him like he was something. except he did…

amazed, enthralled… even perturbed at his own heart skipping a few beats when she courtseyed at him & accepted his proposal to dance.

“you’re so afraid of me, little one.” he hums one of these days, now that the engagement is at an emphasis. the walk in the garden when the sun hits your skin & makes it glow… how could his eyes even forget? “i’m not afraid of you, my king.” she hesitates. but the sentence brimmed with her hidden charms…

she did, feel afraid of him. suguru was a man of innate passion, zeal & incredible power. the power to keep her hostage for a week when she was poisoned. how he saw things were different than how she viewed them. enemies cunning enough to take his beloved, his very soul away from him? it couldn’t happen. it WOULDNT happen. not until suguru geto is alive.

the marriage, the love blossoming into power. the kingdoms flourishing, the war— that had to happen lest the princess’ safety would be compromised. the endless bloodshed. what could he do really? her own kin wanted her heart to stop breathing — her own sister. envy & jealousy spreading like a rotting fruit. he had to destroy it! he had to destroy them! all she remembers is the fresh scent of blood on grass like dew, the butchering of skin from suguru’s sword. 🗡️

how could she love him like that? how could she not see the killer and see that it wasn’t the— killer but her own husband… the love prevailled. suguru’s heart prevailled. only— it ended in a one-sided gruesome sickness. she eventually looked back at the man though, the man who carries the unprecedented weight of the crown & the responsibility of being the monarch.

they did live happily ever after, or so he’d think in the moments he had with her. when the curses growing like weed within people festered his queen. and when she left him early, sickened by disease.

the day was the darkest day in the kingdom, the clouds were muddy, lightning & thunderstorm dominating the entire realm. rain & tears as he held her, coaxing her in his arms and sniffling. promising he’d find her again. promising he’d find her every time. in every single life time…

reincarnation 2: melancholic artist suguru x her.

your soul, travels. it traverses through time & space. it changes bodies, it changes eras. but the soul still remains the same. what of it if it’s broken and tainted? what of it when there’s an artist in the 1800s just unable to cope with how much his heart feels heavy, not knowing the why…

‘suguru; there is something wrong with you’ he keeps telling himself, ever since he touched teens. he knew something was amiss. something needed to be searched for! something needed to be found! he lost a treasure he can’t name. just the aching, hollowing feeling of loss. he’s mourning someone he doesn’t know…

until, she blessed him in his dreams. he remembers is distinctively, dreaming of a landscape that is not from this time. dreaming about the gold cladded arm jewel as he holds her hand and kisses her knuckles. dreaming about her beautiful face…

that changed him. there was an insanity marked within him, awoken within him he couldn’t curb. he couldn’t handle… couldn’t name, just let it consume him. masterpieces after masterpieces. millions in an economy that was still developing. all her. there were some personal sketches of her in his diary that he wouldn’t share with the world. for of course, geto suguru was a private man. his life found a purpose… but still, the feeling didn’t go away. he made statues of her, fingers smudged in clay as he caressed her curves. she wasn’t real— she wasn’t— WHERE IS SHE!

suguru’s entire life, was drowned in a spiral of getting something that could never be his. she hadn’t been born- or reincarnated in this world. a lifetime of longingness and suffering. decades later when people studied geto Suguru, they name him as this— lovestruck god of gloom. he portrayed his emotions through her paintings, some of them showing her sad, tears pouring through her eyes, some of them showing her gleeful, some of them showing her pondering…

artists all over the world studied his art now, an extreme emphasis on those siren eyes that his brush & his heart worshipped.

painter suguru died with a handbrush in his hand, his final masterpiece was a hand, which was presumed his; making the woman wear a ring. a dream that he dedicated his entire life to. a dream that his soul would search again. it has to be…

reincarnation 3: special grade sorcerer geto sama x her

the world has changed, and maybe a tired soul needs strength this time. why else would he be born as one of the strongest man on earth? he needed a break. he needed to live… maybe the pain of not having her a lifetime before altered his memory & mind into not remembering.

life was okay, he was a wanted criminal who hated monkeys. he was a force to reckon with. he was the worst sorcerer known to humanity. maybe, it was fate itself that shivered watching the man that became… that it gifted him with her. maybe it was the only way they could save the world. it all started with a simple collision at the mall. her sephora bag falling down and makeup essentials all over the place. “oh fuck—“ she kneels down instantly, she doesn’t have the time to argue with a stranger over spilled milk.

“sorry—“ suguru mumbled, also kneeling and helping her pick her stuff up. their hands brushed. and it felt like electrification of his entire body. his chest hurt. his heart raced enough to stop beating in exhaustion for a split second. if satoru’s infinite void has a close second, it was this. endless information over two lifetimes down minutely to the very second he’s lived — surge through him and flood his senses.

shit, it’s too much. it feels like he could throw up. there’s tears in his eyes, endless tears & an avid sense of wrecking shock. fate is twisted, fate likes to play games. why else did it make her embody the very thing he hated? she was a monkey — a powerless monkey who could end suguru geto with just a smile.

and so he asks her one day, after achieving her, noncaring about just how choking & abyss-like his feelings strangled her, “has something changed, little one? are you no longer afraid?”

“no.” she answers again, watching the sunset with him. “no i’m not afraid of you.”

“good.”

suguru knows one thing. he knows he would die a thousand deaths than lose her again. he also, knows he would live a thousand lives just yearning for her again. he made sure she knew it, after all, he purchased all the art his previous incarnation made worth billions. no one is allowed to see her. not anymore.

[verysium]

ACT 1, SCENE 3: blue lock headcanons

sae is into skincare: lotions, serums, the whole set. he and rin used to have self-care nights as children during which they would sit in bed with matching face masks and watch cartoons on the family tablet. if they were in a good mood, they would let you join.

barou listens to classical while working out. no joke. this man is so insanely focused he will shoot goals and play paganini at the same time. his work ethic is low-key why you were attracted to him the first place.

nagi is lazy to the point he will deliberately buy five pairs of the same exact pants just to save himself the trouble of having to choose an outfit in the morning. thank god for reo otherwise nagi would still be dressing like he just crawled out of bed. he still can't do much about his bedhead though.

rin desperately wanted to join sae in the deeper end of the community pool; however, he was deathly afraid of drowning. his only logical solution was to cover himself in pool floaties while he dipped a single toe into the water. even to this day, he still has traumatic memories of that experience. you need to hold his hand every time.

kaiser acts like his football prowess comes entirely from natural talent. in reality, he trains to an obsessive degree behind the scenes. you could come home at midnight, and he would still be there replaying every single highlight of his recent game. he is the type to keep detailed notes about all the players he went up against.

isagi likes to walk around his hometown of saitama and just observe the snapshots of life around him. whether it's a street vendor, children playing on a grass patch, or a couple in the sunset, he secretly enjoys these little vignettes of human experience. he would become sentimental when it comes to you. sometimes you have to pull his head out of the clouds.

nagi has parents who work overseas, so the most he sees of them is through video calls or holiday presents. occasionally, he also gets a birthday card shipped through international mail. when you threw him his first surprise party, he secretly felt touched because his family was never big on physical celebrations.

sae is ridiculously good at anything that involves data and calculations. he participated in a math competition one time in junior high, and he would have made it to the national level had he not been entirely focused on football. refused to tutor rin in algebra though because apparently his little brother has to figure out everything for himself. if it were you though, he would begrudgingly agree.

bachira holds the world record in procrastination. his notebook, pencil, and eraser are still as untouched and pristine as they were on the first day of the academic school year. he does not know what a book is, nor has he read one. he only studied because you refused to cuddle with him otherwise.

ego eats so many cups of instant ramen noodles that his glasses begin to fog up from time to time. anri has to clean the frames and lenses weekly just to make sure his myopic self can even see. at this point, she's the real MVP of the entire series.

barou likes to open the windows right after it rains because he enjoys the sweet smell of petrichor. his ideal day would be spent lounging on a couch with some tea and a novel. it would be even more perfect if you snuggled under the blankets with him.

niko sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, immensely insecure about his forehead. he thinks it looks giant though it really isn't. you have to brush his fringe back and pepper kisses down his face and remind him that a big forehead means a big, sexy brain, so it really isn't that bad. he believes you and goes back to sleep.

shidou would make fun of boomers. in fact, he'd ridicule every single person he considers past their prime. he does not believe in any form of authority, nor does he like being told what to do. if he had his way, he would have turned the entire world into anarchy a long time ago. the only reason why he doesn't wake up and make himself everyone's problem is because he doesn't want to upset you.

kaiser knows he is very well-endowed physically, so he purposefully walks around your apartment shirtless. if he catches you eyeing him, he will make a big deal out of it. tries to not-so-subtly flex his biceps every time he reaches for the milk carton.

reo loves cocktail dresses, especially in the wine red shade. something about the accentuated figure and natural curves gives him goosebumps. his favorite part of you is when your tummy slightly protrudes after you've eaten too much. you might think it's embarrassing, but he thinks it's adorable.

rin only uses shower gel, mostly because he learned his lesson after using the locker room shower stalls. never use bar soap, always use bottled. he's also the type to always have shower shoes. sae taught him that.

bachira is the type of student to completely misread the question and still not feel bad after the teacher points it out. oh no, he was actually supposed to solve for x, not just circle it? he'll shrug it off like nothing ever happened. at least he tried. the teacher should be grateful for his effort.

sae says he does not understand the sentiments behind cute couple traditions but then proceeds to get upset when you show up to his game without wearing his jersey. would definitely get you matching bracelets for your anniversary.

aiku has a high spice tolerance. he would definitely drown his food either in sriracha or buldak sauce. if you can't handle spicy though, he would set aside a separate plate just for you and manually spoon out the food just to make sure you have something to eat too.

aryu never has dry cuticles. he is always trimming and filing to perfection. sometimes he has beef with your nail tech because he thinks he could have done so much better on your acrylics. refuses to let you go to a salon because he already has all the tools and expertise necessary.

sae does not know how to cook. his manager has always ordered take-out for him. the one time he tried to use a microwave, he completely misread the package instructions and nearly burned the entire building down. called you up with the straightest face afterwards to tell you that the smoke alarms were not shutting off.

barou unconsciously caves into peer pressure. every single new trend makes him rethink his personal style. however, he views it all with an old man mentality. like what are these youngsters doing these days? dying their hair every possible color of the rainbow? he has to do that too. proceeds to call aryu to add red streaks into his own hair. sometimes you have to remind him that external opinion should always taken with a grain of salt.

chigiri has a major sweet tooth. if you so much as bake him one single treat, he will have made plans to put a ring on your finger before he even finishes the damn pastry. his ideal partner is someone mature and understanding who can take care of him well. definitely likes the homemaker type.

gagamaru is the seeing friend in your relationship. no matter how many trips he makes to the optometrist, he will always come back with perfect 20/20 vision. definitely a nature enthusiast, and he loves hiking. even if you're blind as a bat, he will always be there to hold your hand in the dark.

© verysium 2023 / please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize any of my works

[shanastoryteller]

happy pride!!! much love!!! can we PLEASE have more zaggy boy? ✨🌺🌿

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Meg is in the middle of torturing several disobedient souls when Thanatos appears at her side. “I must speak with you.”

He outranks her, so she’d have to listen to him regardless, but the urgency in his normally flat tone is enough for a spike of worry to shoot through her. The only one able to pull an emotion from him besides irritation is Zagreus and he hadn’t even had this level of suppressed panic when he’d found out that Zagreus was attempting to escape to the surface. What could be worse than that?

She dismisses the souls and turns to him. “What’s going on?”

“Not here,” he says, and edge of nervousness around him that’s nearly enough to send her into an all out panic. They are alone, the only one able to overhear them is Hades if he’s paying attention and possibly Nyx, but that has never stopped him speaking freely before, or from assisting Zagreus on his escape attempts, something that is far more likely to catch Hades’s attention than the two of them having a conversation. He grabs her wrist, which she thinks is the first time he touched her since they were children. “Come with me.”

She doesn’t resist, letting him guide her through the levels of the underworld and then past them to the surface, which makes her nervous. She is a being of the underworld and unlike Thanatos, has no reason to venture to the surface. She is allowed, only because she’s never bothered before and so Hades has never had a reason to forbid here.

Meg is expecting Thanatos to settle them at the entrance of the underworld, out of reach of Hades’s eyes and ears but close to home.

Instead she finds herself in the middle of an orchard.

“Why are we – what are these?” She steps closer in fascination, the apples growing thick and fat amongst the branches, but not any sort of familiar hue. Instead they gleam silver in the afternoon sun, not like any apple she’s heard of on either mortal land or in Olympus. Strange yellow flowers crowd around the base of each tree, the grass soft and a vibrant green beneath her feet. “How? I thought – aren’t the mortals stuck in winter?”

“There is a god that stands against her,” Thanatos says.

Meg turns disbelieving eyes onto him. “Are they mad? Not even Zeus has been able to persuade Demeter to relinquish her grief. She even destroyed Dionysus’s vines and has driven the nymphs into slumber. When she find them, she’ll kill them, and no one will be able to stop her, just as they’ve been able to put an end to her winter. Who would be that foolish?”

Thanatos stares at her for one beat, then two, and by the third Meg can feel denial and desperation crawling up her throat.

“That’s impossible,” she snaps. “Be realistic. You said he couldn’t even escape under his own power, but you think that he can do this?”

“We are not the Prince’s Court,” he says. “It’s a real place, a piece of the underworld where Zagreus’s followers congregate after their death. Hypnos has been covering for him for years, ever since Zagreus’s first worshiper died and the Prince’s Court appeared on his scroll.” He visibly hesitates, then adds, “It’s beautiful. Even more so than Elysium.”

“No,” Meg says. “That’s impossible.”

“He has a blessed high priestess, and many more holy men and women, and temples, and this is one of the many orchards grown in his name,” he continues. “The call him Prince. They don’t even know his name. He’s – he’s done all this, and they don’t even invoke his name!”

Names hold power. Prince is a title, not a name, and so Zagreus has done all this nameless. Has cultivated a power of his parents but separate from them, building himself into the type of god that gets a throne on the pantheon without using the name his parents gave him.

No one has ever done that. Even Dionysus leaned into his status as his father’s son.

“You’re sure?” she asks. “It could be some other god, using Zagreus as a cover, to keep from attracting Demeter’s ire.”

Thanatos plucks one of the silver apples from the tree and presses it against her mouth.

She bites into it, the sweet flesh bursting against her tongue and the magic making her teeth rattle familiar and also achingly unfamiliar.

Zagreus’s magic causes strength to flood her body, one bite of an apple feeling like a god of Olympus granting her a boon.

She’s going to kill him.

[chqrrysturns]

lakehouse ˖ ࣪ ୨୧ . ° ׂ

warnings : use of y/n, swearing, smoking cigarettes underage

1 2 3 whole series

you, emmy, the triplets, and 2 others that arrived about 3 hours late were all sitting in the living room.

your dad and the rest of the adults had gone out on the boat, doing god knows what-and emmy gathered everyone, trying to do some icebreakers.

"so, first things first, let's go around and say our names." she paused, looking around at everyone's hesitant expressions. "i'm emmy." she turned to you, hands in a suggesting motion.

"i'm y/n." you smile awkwardly before looking to your right. the guy sitting next to you sighs as he mutters out his name.

"im ethan." he looks around at everyone, determining what type of people he would be stuck around.

matt and nick go, leaving just the other two.

"hi, im madi." the brunette girl speaks comfortably, since she had already known the triplets. chris, sitting next to her hadn't been paying attention to anything.

"oh, uh my turn?" you nod, encouraging him to introduce himself. "i'm chris." he says as he adjusts his position on the couch.

you all awkwardly sit there for a moment, not saying a word.

"fuck it." you exclaim, catching everyone's attention. "how about we just go make a fire and have some s'mores?" you suggest, looking around.

"good thinking." emmy snaps her fingers at you before going to the kitchen to grab the ingredients.

you and the others walk outside, the sun setting on the lake, creating a beautiful gradient.

somehow, you and nick got assigned the duty of starting the fire. you both walked over to the stack of firewood over by a shed near the lake in silence, before he spoke up.

"do you even know how to make a fire? because i sure don't." he chuckles, grabbing two blocks of wood, waiting for you to grab yours.

"not really," you scoff, looking him in his eyes. "but i'd bet it's pretty easy." you chuckle.

he lets out a small laugh before walking back to the fireplace.

the sun had set completely, it nearing midnight, yet you were all still gathered around the fire in hoodies.

you were deep in a conversation with madi and emmy, holding a marshmallow over the fire on a roasting stick.

the conversation slowed a bit after some uncontrolled laughter, then you saw your marshmallow catch on fire.

"oh shit-" you say, bringing it close to your mouth, blowing it out before placing it on the chocolate and graham cracker you had prepared moments before.

madi laughs as you take a bite, crumbs falling down to your lap. "y'know y/n," she pauses catching your attention. "you're really pretty." she smiles.

"oh thank you!" you say, caught off guard at her sudden complement.

"of course!" she smiles before looking at chris, who was over by the shed doing who knows what with ethan and matt. "he thinks so too." she tilts her head towards him.

"oh. chris?" she nods. "oh.." blood rushes to your face. "okay then."

the night had slowly died down, your parents coming back and telling you to go to your rooms and head to bed.

you settled into your bed with freshly washed hair, expecting to fall asleep instantly.

but no.

all you could think about was madis comment about chris.

did he really think you were pretty? was madi just lying to make things more interesting? no she wouldn't do that. would she? did you really have a chance with him? why are you overthinking about a guy you literally just met?

your mind was racing with questions, tossing and turning around in your bed loudly.

"y/n, fucking stop. i'm trying to sleep." emmy groans, slamming her head back into the pillow.

you get out of bed, throwing on a hoodie only a bit shorter than your pajama shorts, and slipping on a pair of sandals.

you open the door quietly, walking down the stone path to the beach. right when you reach the the transition of grass to sand, you toss your sandals aside, sitting down in the sand and staring out at the way the water moved in the moonlight.

your mind was still spinning, just a bit calmer.

after a few moments you hear the rustling of grass behind you. you quickly turn around, seeing chris throwing the butt of a cigarette into the fire pit.

you scoff and roll your eyes, turning back to the water.

"what are you doing out here chris?" you ask him, unsure about where this conversation was headed.

"couldn't sleep." he answers dryly, sitting next to you on the soft sand. "now what is precious little y/n doing out here?" he jokes, but your stomach only twisted at his words.

"same. emmy was getting pissed with my rolling around so i came to get some fresh air. he lets out a small groan, acknowledging your words without saying anything.

you both sit in silence for a few minutes, just staring out at the lake. your mind wasn't racing anymore, just focusing on how close chris was to you. how close his hand was to yours.

you clear your throat, before mumbling out a sentence.

"should probably head inside. going to a carnival tomorrow according to my dad."

"yeah. me too." he responds, standing up and offering you a hand. you hesitate before grabbing onto him, pulling yourself up and dusting off your legs.

you walk side by side up the hill, entering the house as quietly as you could before walking upstairs.

chris stops at his room, hand on the doorknob, waiting until you reached your door.

"night chris." you muttered with a small smirk.

"night." he walked into his room, the door clicking shut.

xoxo: goodbye bc this is HORRIBLE. please lmk if you guys actually fw this 😭 but thank you for all the notes on the first part, i lovevev you all 🫂🫂

[tiddygame]

Ghoap god type part 5!

Only took me over a month but we're so back! I took a break to plan the rest of this shit out, hopefully chapters will be a bit more steady after this (fingers crossed)

Ao3 /// part 1 /// part 2 /// part 3 /// part 4 /// part 5 /// part 6 /// part 7 /// part 8 /// part 9

I wasn't sure if I should tag these lovely people again, but please let me know if you don't want to tagged!

@imjustheretofightforlove / @life-as-a-gamergirl / @pieckyghost

Exhausted but too hyper to sleep was the worst feeling in existence, Ghost had officially decided.

Battles always had a special way of tiring him; They ended in him being drained but with too much adrenaline to rest. Sitting against a tree on the edge of a meadow, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep but he still wanted to try. 

His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, cold but too proud to huddle in on himself. Fall firmly declared its arrival by the temperature dropping further; What had once been a nightly respite from the oppressive summer heat was now a permanent fixture of the day. Most people would be happy with the change, enjoying the breeze and grabbing their sweaters and coats. 

Ghost was much more accustomed to the warmth, growing up near the southern coastline where winter never truly took hold. He tried not to think about the fact that the slight breeze that had him shivering was only to worsen in the following weeks as they marched further north.

The flora that populated the meadow held up to the change in temperature better than he did. Various flowering weeds dominated the grasses, reaching high and trying so hard to be mistaken for wildflowers. Ragwort, fleabane, and dandelions all littered the dull tallgrass with color.

Light yellows, muted greens, soft whites — missing just one color, the dark red blood showered across the meadow completed the color palette pleasantly. The splatters clinging to empty stalks looked like dainty little red flowers, a misnomer of the tragedy that had caused them.

His halberd was responsible for most of that bloodshed. It was innocuously leaning against the tree to his right, sitting there like it hadn’t been used to kill gods alone know how many just a few hours prior. His smallsword had been cast aside as well, scabbard un-clipped from his belt and only barely within reach. Most of his armor had been removed, laying next to him in a heap from where he’d halfheartedly thrown it off. 

The battle had ended hours ago, his fellow soldiers resting at camp, congratulating themselves for the easy victory. After the last kerfuffle over Ghost not returning when he’d been told, the general had tightened Ghost’s leash but couldn’t stand to be around them as they cheered their victory. Besides, what the general didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. 

(Wouldn’t hurt the general, that is. It would hurt Ghost, but that was no different than normal.)

His greatest joy in life was being a minor thorn in the general’s side any and every chance he got. If asked, Ghost would just lie and claim that he never left the battlefield and that the horse he’d taken to get there just so happened to get left behind as well. A lie that would be torn apart immediately, but it didn’t matter.

The ardennes was ornery enough to make it believable, at least. She had been tied up, but the stubborn bastard managed to pull free and was happily roaming the area without a care in the world. She thankfully didn’t seem interested in the weeds, instead content with terrorizing the woodland creatures with her presence.

Unarmed and exposed, he was more worried about falling asleep than he was about any potential attackers. Ghost trusted his instincts enough to relax, knowing he would hear if someone tried to sneak up on him.

“You look cold,” Soap noted. 

“Fuck!” Ghost shouted, his soul almost leaving his body. “Stop doing that!” He demanded as he clutched his chest like an heiress who just heard a swear for the first time. Three meetings and he was already tired of the god popping up out of nowhere.

“Sorry,” he said with a smug tone and smile that said he wasn’t very sorry. Ghost just huffed and shook his head, slowly leaning back against the tree. He closed his eyes and tried to convince his adrenaline response that he wasn’t in danger.

He could feel Soap staring at him. He tried to ignore it but neither the feeling nor the god went away. 

Ghost reluctantly opened his eyes and stared back, annoyed to find the god had no shame in being caught staring. The longer their contest continued, the bigger Soap’s smile got. 

Accepting defeat, Ghost sighed and stood, mood only slightly improving at seeing the god was still significantly shorter than him. It didn’t mean much, but it did mean that Ghost could glare down at Soap. 

Of course, Soap wasn’t bothered by this in the least and didn’t falter. Failing the second round of the staring contest, Ghost sighed pointedly again, not that Soap seemed to care. 

“Is this what you did back then?” Ghost asked, starting the annoyingly slow task of putting his armor back on as he looked around to see where the hell his horse was, “Appear in front of people and stare at them until they leave?”

“Something like that,” he responded, pretending it was an answer. 

“Taxes!” Ghost called out, whistling for her to come back. He bounced between fastening the straps of his arm guards and trying to catch a glimpse of the big bastard through the trees.

“Did you name your horse Taxes?” Soap asked bewildered, finally breaking the creepy/smug facade. 

“She’s not my horse, I didn’t name her,” Ghost answered absently, wondering if he was about to have to go stomping through the woods to find her. 

Sure, he was the only one she let brush her mane and the only rider she hadn’t bucked, but she was still just one of the horses in the stables. He doesn’t know why she was named Taxes, but it was what she answered to (when she felt like it) so Ghost had to stick with it.

“Why is she—?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t name her,” Ghost repeated himself firmly, not in the mood to play 20 questions over things he didn’t have control over. Ghost whistled again louder, stood perfectly still, and tried to listen out for any sign of her. Nothing.

“I think I heard her over that way,” Soap said after dead silence, pointing further into the woods. 

“Really?” he asked sarcastically, wondering what devious scheme the god had cooking up.

“Aye,” Soap responded without the smug inflection from earlier. Ghost took a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose and mourn the loss of his sanity. He knew that if he didn’t follow Soap’s directions, the god would make him comply one way or another. He might as well go with the least painful option.

Ghost picked up his neglected helmet and handed it to Soap. He walked a few steps forward before turning around, pointing at the armor piece and clarifying, “That is not an offering.”

Soap’s face went from passive to mischievous. “Aww, Ghost you shouldn’t have!” he said in a saccharine voice, looking at the helm like it was some great gift.

“You’re not special, you’re a coat rack,” he corrected, hoping to nip whatever that was in the bud. It didn’t work.

“I’m honored,” the god replied, ignoring Ghost’s words. Now mourning the potential loss of his helmet as well as his sanity, Ghost headed in the direction Soap had pointed, dreading whatever trap he was strolling into.

It wasn’t much walking, but with every step Ghost felt like he was dooming himself by blindly following Soap’s directions. Not once did he hear the hoofbeats or whinnying that Soap claimed to. 

He justified the stupid decision by reminding himself of all the horrendous torture the god could inflict if he defied instruction. Like being forced to talk to him. Ghost shuddered at the thought.

Surprisingly, he soon heard Taxes snorting in frustration… As well as a whispered voice.

“Shh! No, go away! Please shoo!”

Ghost looked back to Soap but he just had that dumb, empty, passive smile. On instinct he drew his halberd and quietened his steps. There were too many dead leaves and crackling sticks on the ground to be silent, but with whoever the voice belonged to being distracted, they would likely dismiss the noise as the footsteps of some other animal.

He had no idea who this stranger was, only knowing that he didn’t recognize their voice and that his horse was interested in bothering them. Approaching with his polearm drawn may have been overkill, but if the person was dangerous, it would give him more distance and possibly discourage them from attacking.

The noise was coming from a small, rocky dell with a few scattered boulders. Ghost could see the tail end of his stupid horse messing with something behind one of the boulders. The voice continued shushing the animal, trying in vain to get her to go away.

Taxes was stomping around in annoyed frustration when she noticed her rider slowly approaching. She shook her head in a way that seemed to say, “Oh, good, you take it from here,” before casually walking towards them.

The voice sighed in relief at the horse leaving, not noticing the extra pair of footsteps. Soap took her reins, unnaturally silent as he walked her to the side. Ghost inched closer and rounded the boulder, coming face to face with the stranger.

A kid. The stranger was a kid. 

They were covered in blood, they were scared, and they wore the enemy’s insignia on their tunic.

The kid was frozen like a deer staring down its hunter. Their eyes widened seeing the weapon pointed at them, somehow getting wider when they saw who was wielding it. They scrambled up, having to leverage themselves by pushing with their leg and pulling themselves up the rock with their hands. 

It was only when they were “standing” that Ghost found the source of the blood. They had a few small cuts and a gash on their arm that looked like it hurt, but the blood covering them was mostly from the poorly wrapped wound on their leg. They held the leg up and off the ground, barely keeping themselves balanced.

The startled deer was gone and replaced by a feral animal, one ready to claw and maim its way to safety if it had to. They were still scared, but they didn’t care to hide it, brandishing the small dagger they had with shaky, bloodsoaked hands and a readiness to kill. Glancing between him and Soap, it was like they didn’t know who to focus their threat on, eyes lingering on Soap despite Ghost being the one armed.

“I’m not being taken prisoner.”

He was surprised by the conviction in the kid's voice, especially given the way they were wheezing. Ghost glanced over to Soap but he still had that look on his face, like he was trying to be an impartial third party but was too invested to pull it off.

Ghost was too much of a bloodthirsty monster to have any level of mercy left. At least, that’s what the rumors claimed. That he’d have no problem striking the kid down where they stood or tying their hands and presenting them to the general as a prisoner of war, a potential source of information. 

To have someone in his grasp who could spill any and every secret would make the general very happy. So happy in fact, that Ghost might receive praise for the first time in years, might get a better cot, might get a warmer blanket, might get his first taste of freedom that he didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for.

Ghost lowered his polearm.

The kid didn’t waiver, or they didn’t drop their guard at least. They were still shaking so much, likely from an awful combination of fear, adrenaline, and blood loss. He looked back to Soap again, who now had a small smile. Bastard.

Ghost clenched his teeth and turned to the kid. “Alright, sit down.” 

It wasn’t a request, but the kid still didn’t listen.

“Fuck no!” they shouted with enough vitriol and venom to put a snake to shame, “You stay the hell away from me!”

Ghost stepped to the side to set down his weapon out of reach from the other but they thought it was an attack and tried to respond in kind. They made a wide, defensive slash but Ghost wasn’t close enough for their limited range of motion and they stumbled, falling forward. 

He dropped his weapon, grabbing their arms and almost pushing them to one side to keep their injured leg from bearing any weight. They didn’t take kindly to that and fought hard, trying their damndest to give him a new hole in his chest but the exhaustion was catching up to them.

It was child’s play to disarm them and throw the knife to the ground. They fell and Ghost tried to slow their descent as much as he could, but it didn’t change much. Wheezing heavier, they wore an expression Ghost knew very well.

Resignation.

He knew there was nothing he could say to calm them even if his social skills weren’t mediocre at best. They looked up through the trees like this would be their last chance to see the sky and refused to look at Ghost.

“Soap, can you get my canteen and br—” Ghost turned and cut himself off, Soap standing right next to him holding the canteen. He didn’t know what godly fuckery that was and he didn’t care to ask.

“Do you have any clean bandages?” he asked the kid. He was not expecting an answer, but to his surprise, the kid pointed over to his right to something Ghost couldn’t see. Soap took the initiative and grabbed what turned out to be a bag, sorting through it and pulling out the medical supplies. 

Ghost went through the motions, setting up bandages and rope, preparing to stop the bleeding if need be. He glanced up and saw Death holding their hand, soothing them, and he once more thought back to the mural. 

Gods, please don’t let this kid die.

For all the rumors, Ghost wasn’t completely heartless. He had seen hundreds of kids exactly like this one, had slain a lot of them himself. He wasn’t proud of it, it was horrid, but sometimes the only nicety he could offer was to make sure they didn’t suffer. In the world he lived in, a quick death was the closest thing to mercy a person could get.

The kid could very well be in their twenties, what most would consider a young adult, but they were still too young for this, for warfare, for the resignation of knowing that Death was kind. Soap sent him a jagged look that cut through his spiraling thoughts. 

Then do something.

He carefully pulled the dirty bandage away but as he expected, there was too much blood to see anything. With his thumb over the opening to control the flow, Ghost poured some of the water onto the site, just enough to get a visual.

A deep gash lay under all of the dirt and debris, resting at a diagonal across the shin, being deepest towards the knee. He could see where the bone fractured, the white sat starkly prominent amongst the blood.

Ghost was very well acquainted with emergency medicine, but this was the first time in a while that he wasn’t performing it on himself. The kid was staring at the wound, shaking and looking like they were on the verge of tears. Whether it was from fear, pain, or both, Ghost didn’t know.

“What’s your name, kid?” Ghost asked, attempting to be nice and help them calm down. 

“Not a fucking kid, asshole,” the kid huffed out. Ghost took a second to grieve that this was how the interaction was going to go. 

“Well ‘Not-A-Fucking-Kid-Asshole,’ what’s your position?” Keep them distracted and don’t let them panic. That was all he really remembered about performing first aid on someone else. 

He didn’t have anything that would be needed to fix an open fracture out in the woods and even if he did, Ghost wouldn’t trust himself with a more advanced procedure. He needed to get them moved, to find a town that had someone capable of helping them. 

“Laying on the ground,” they answered. He couldn’t tell if they were doing it intentionally or not.

Giving them the benefit of the doubt, he prompted, “Archer, foot soldier, cavalry��?” The bleeding seemed to have slowed a good bit and he began carefully wrapping their leg. It wasn’t sterile, neither the wound nor the bandages, but he didn’t have any other choice. He’d just have to hope that the town had a reliable source of clean water.

“Medic.”

That would explain the bag and the lack of armor. And made everything worse. If it were someone without medical knowledge, he could feed them whatever lies they needed to hear and be done with it. Instead, they both knew that an open fracture in the middle of nowhere could easily prove fatal.

“What happened?” Mechanism of injury wouldn’t help much here, but it might give him another topic to springboard off of.

They took a moment to parse through everything that happened, eventually landing on a simple explanation. “Someone swung at me. Didn’t crawl away fast enough.”

Hoping to keep the string of questions, Ghost asked, “Why were you on the field?” 

“I was trying to save people!” they shouted with vigor, the venom that had poisoned their tone earlier coming back in droves. 

Ghost internally winced; In hindsight, that definitely was not the innocent, distracting question he was going for. He tied off the bandage and waited until after he was sure it wasn’t too tight to speak again.

“What’s your name?” Ghost asked again, this time with a softer tone. 

All of that energy left them with a quickness and they slumped like their fight was gone. No no no, keep them up, keep them talking.

The resigned look was back as they answered, “My friends call me Badger.”

“Why?” He splinted their leg, keeping the supports away from the wound.

The kid sighed like it was a story they were tired of repeating, “I got bit by a badger.” They held up their left arm where there was indeed a bite scar just above their wrist.

“That’ll do it,” he responded sympathetically. Ghost knew the horror of being stuck with a stupid nickname. “Do you know if you’re hurt anywhere else?” 

Waiting on an answer, Ghost cleaned up and wrapped the smaller cut on their arm. It wasn’t as threatening as the leg wound, but he had no doubt it stung with a fury.

“I… don’t think so?”

“Good,” he still checked them over himself, making sure nothing major had been missed. “Come on. You still need a proper medic.”

He whistled for Taxes to come closer and helped the kid stand, going to their uninjured side and supporting them. He put their arm around his shoulder and held onto their wrist, hoping to keep them up and steady. 

The absurdity of the situation got too much and the kid asked, baffled, “Who the hell are either of you?” 

It was a fair question, but one that still made Ghost chuckle as he answered, copying their earlier reply, “My… ‘fellow soldiers’ call me Ghost,” He turned slightly, freeing a hand to point to the god of death, “And that thing there is Soap.” 

Soap gave him a look. He wasn’t sure if it was over getting called a thing or giving them his name, but Ghost sure as hell wasn’t introducing him as Death itself. He tried walking forward but the kid had stopped in their tracks and he turned to check on them.

The look of fear was back. Shit, maybe he shouldn’t have told them Soap’s name.

They hesitantly asked, “Ghost?” 

“Yes?”

“Like, THE Ghost?”

He just looked at them, confused. He glanced at Soap but, with the god being a bastard, he didn’t offer any help. Ghost prompted them to walk forward and they thankfully did, as distracted as they were.

“Big, scary, murderer-y motherfucker? Shit, you are, aren’t you!” 

“…I suppose?” Ghost wasn’t aware that his name lived in infamy amongst the opposing army. 

He practically carried them for the few steps it took to get from where they had been sitting to his horse. He made sure Taxes was still calm and began thinking about what would be the least painful way to get them up.

Gods, how the hell did he get here?

“Ah shiiit.”

That was all they had to add. He heard Soap snort behind him. Ghost wasn’t sure if it was a reaction to their savior being identified or them realizing that they’d have to mount a horse with a busted leg.

Deliberating for only a moment more, and seeing the remnants of fear in their eyes, Ghost asked Soap, “Can you ride a horse?”

“Yeah,” Soap replied with too much confidence and bravado to take his word for it. 

Instead of outwardly calling his bluff, Ghost just gestured to the horse. Soap walked up and stared for a moment, wearing the face of someone who just realized they would have to face the consequences of their lie but was still unwilling to admit defeat.

To his credit, he mounted with only minor issues and only looked a little awkward. Ghost was ready to chalk it up to not being used to being human or Taxes just being too damn tall, but Soap accidentally called himself on the lie.

“Oh I actually do,” Soap muttered to himself in surprise. 

Ghost wanted to put his head through a wall, be it his own or Soap’s, he didn’t care.

Instead of thinking about that, he turned the kid so their back was to the horse. Ghost didn’t sugarcoat his words, keeping it straightforward, “I’m going to pick you up and put you on the horse. It’s going to hurt. A lot. When you’re up, I need you to grab Soap so you don’t fall.”

They nodded. They still looked scared, but at least they seemed to trust him enough to follow his directions.

“Deep breath,” he told them, waiting for the order to be followed. When they did, Ghost hoisted them up on the horse. Their eyes scrunched closed and they only just remembered to grab on, clinging to Soap’s tunic with both hands in a white knuckled grip.

With both of their legs on one side, they were barely able to stay up, somewhat leaning back to counterbalance themselves. Their head was down like they wanted to curl in on themselves but were in too much pain to even do that.

Intentionally choosing not to think about how much pain the kid must have been in, he grabbed the kid’s discarded knife, holstered his halberd and made his way out of the forest. He wasn’t familiar with the area, but he wanted to avoid walking the kid back through the meadow-turned-battleground if he could. 

He glanced back occasionally, making sure both riders were still there and that the kid wasn’t getting worse. Soap, thankfully, wasn’t in a vanishing mood and even made sure to hold off obtrusive branches so they wouldn’t hit the kid. 

It didn’t take long before the two riders got bored of the silence and began idly chatting. Ghost just carried on, trudging through the bush and making an active effort to appreciate the background noise instead of getting annoyed. After several minutes of walking in one direction, a clearing gave way and an unpaved road appeared before them.

Ghost looked back and forth, hesitant on which direction to take. Unsure of what else to do, Ghost walked them to the road and did a little soul searching before deciding to lead them west. Three steps in, Soap wordlessly reached forward and tugged the reins to the side, silently telling him to go east. Once again, he didn’t bother asking.

Maybe the closest town was east. Maybe he didn’t want the sun in his eyes. Either direction had to lead somewhere eventually, he just hoped Soap wasn’t leading them astray.

When the chattering began to peter off, Ghost checked on the others once more, a bolt of fear going through him when he saw the kid had their eyes closed and was wobbling in place. 

“Kid,” he called, stopping the horse. He got no response. He called louder, “Badger!”

His panic fizzled out quickly when they yawned and rubbed one of their eyes, slowly looking at Ghost with a confused expression. He sighed.

Ghost’s guard shot back up with a fury when he heard two horses approaching from behind. Hand drifting to his sword, he knew there was no way they hadn’t been spotted and even if they hadn’t, there was nothing around to use for cover. 

He stood casually and waited. Two men on horseback slowed as they approached. They made no move for weapons and preemptively gave the trio a wide berth. When they were close enough for a proper visual, Ghost saw they were simple couriers and nothing more.

The one on the left called out, “Are you alright?”

It seemed more curious than concerned. Ghost didn’t answer the question, instead asking his own when they got closer, “Are you headed into town?”

Lefty looked between Ghost and his partner, eventually answering with a slight scoff, “I don’t know if I’d call it a town, but yeah, we are. ‘You need something?”

Ghost bristled at the way he asked the second part, like he was excited, like he was hoping they could fleece some money out of three weary travelers. They stopped next to them; Their horses looked haggard and antsy, shifting in place and unable to stand still.

Soap didn’t share Ghost’s sudden disdain, or at least chose to converse in spite of it. “Yes, we do. Could ye’ tell whatever medic is in town to expect a patient with a broken leg soon?” 

Ghost’s mistrust was justified as the one on the right chose to speak up. Righty looked between the two soldiers, likely noting that they were from warring factions and chuckled, “Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”

Ghost reflected on Soap’s words from what felt like ages ago, about being kind, but not pacifistic. Ghost didn’t want to resort to violence, he wanted to willingly choose it. The obvious neglect of their horses and the way they were excited about possibly getting to scam money out of people who needed help was justification enough to have his sword hand twitching.

There was a sniffle behind him as the kid spoke, “I think I need help.” 

Ghost and the two couriers were surprised to see them crying with their bottom lip wobbling and everything. The two looked very uncomfortable, but not quite convinced. 

The kid choked out while shaking their head, “Please, I jus’ wanna go home— I want to see my mom.” They looked ashamed of the way their voice broke, ducking to hide behind Soap’s back.

That did it. 

Lefty grumbled, “Fine.” And that was that. 

They first picked up a trot, but then a canter, wanting to get away from the scared, crying child as fast as they could. He watched the dirt they kicked up in their wake, confused, before he turned back to check on the kid.

The kid, who with tear tracks smearing the dirt on their face, quietly smirked, “Ha, fucking suckers!”

Ghost had to take a moment to process what just happened. Soap processed it faster than he did, covering his mouth to quiet his surprised snickers. 

The kid, scared and bleeding with an open fracture — and half-asleep — heard two scammers trying to weasel money out of the trio and decided to scam them back harder.

Once he got over his own shock, Ghost was genuinely impressed, telling the kid as much. He’d never seen a guilt trip be so successful before.

With none of the prior sadness, the kid enthused with only slight traces of sleepiness in their voice, “Thanks, I don’t even have a mom!”

Ghost was disappointed in himself for almost laughing at the grim joke and shook his head. He stared off into space, the kid making him take yet another moment to process the new bit of information. 

His processing of the last few minutes complete, he tugged the reins, urging Taxes further down the dirt road. Hopefully the guilt trip was not just a success at scaring the two con-artists away but also procuring them an appointment.

…

It was only an hour and a half of walking before they arrived.

As much of an asshole as he may have been, Lefty was right about it not being a town; It was more a village that took a few too many years to remember that it needed proper buildings.

It wasn’t long before they found the “medical center.” It looked like it had once been a home, but repurposed as the area and demand for treatment grew. There were a few people standing outside, apparently awaiting their arrival with a cot at the ready. 

Ghost hitched Taxes and walked to her side. The kid had been in and out of sleep the entire journey and Ghost told himself they were just tired from everything that had happened and nothing more, to just not think about it.

“Kid, Badger, wake up,” he said, patting their uninjured leg. They didn’t, still wobbling in place, their forehead resting on Soap’s shoulder. Soap said nothing when Ghost looked to him for an answer, like the god would have told him if the kid was going to make it. 

Ghost was thinking about it.

He shook his head like he could shake off the cynical thoughts and carefully grabbed the kid. He made sure to move them as gently as possible, not wanting to wake them up with a spike of pain.

They did not wake.

Ghost set them on the cot and the people nodded.

He watched as they moved the kid inside, not turning away until the door closed. Soap had dismounted at some point and was feeding Taxes an apple he likely took from Ghost’s bag, his helmet still under Soap’s arm.

Wordlessly, Ghost grabbed her reins and got on, holding out his hand for Soap to pass over his helm. Soap did not move, staring at him.

“I think you did the right thing.” Soap said it like it was a statement of fact, not trying to reassure either of them, but just pointing out the obvious.

Ghost stayed silent, still holding out his hand and waiting for the last piece of his armor to be handed over. After far too long (less than 15 seconds), Soap relented, having to reach up to give it back. Ghost did not leave.

“You knew the kid was there,” Ghost stated, not asking, because he already knew the answer.

“Aye,” Soap confirmed, for once being completely candid.

“And you wanted me to save him.” 

Soap gave a non-committal hum, “Something like that.” 

“Why?” Ghost asked, knowing he wouldn’t get a satisfactory answer.

“You tell me,” the god replied, like he was a teacher asking if he learned his lesson in morality for the day.

“No,” Ghost responded, refusing to join the verbal dance the other tried to initiate, “I’m done, you got your entertainment. Good day, Soap.” 

Before he could direct Taxes out of town, he saw Soap smile, some aggravating mix between victorious, smug, and genuine. He ignored the rude and abrupt exit, answering to Ghost’s back, “Yes, good day, Ghost.” 

Ghost rode out of town, only barely resisting the urge to curse out the god for having the audacity to be better at being a thorn in someone’s side than he was. 

Fuck, he needed a nap.

[adventurermari]

The immense satisfaction of catching a Zangoose in Pokemon Y is unspeakable

For those who haven’t played or aren’t familiar with Pokémon X and Y, you can find a horde encounter of 4 Zangoose with 1 seviper or 4 Seviper and 1 Zangoose depending on the version in the game, when I was younger, I’ve always wanted to catch a zangoose but most of the games I played, it was unavailable and Pokémon Y was the only game I could catch it in, and Zangoose could only be encountered during horde encounters with seviper, sounds simple, all I have to do is ko all the seviper in the field and catch zangoose, right?

Wrong, absolutely wrong

Catching that single Zangoose is significantly more difficult because in these horde encounters, the 4 seviper in the horde are programmed to attack the zangoose in the field, which makes sense within lore but in excecution, it is extremely annoying, like it doesn’t matter if you ko’d even one seviper, the other 3 will still target the zangoose and will hit it at least 3 times in 1 turn until it reaches yellow hp, 4 if one of them uses wrap, so yeah not only are these seviper taking multiple hits on the single zangoose, but they also drain its health too, all in one god damn turn, no matter what, that zangoose will only faint in 2 turns, and no I can’t just simply throw a Pokéball at the zangoose because you can’t throw pokeballs in horde encounters if more than one wild Pokémon is on the field, another thing is that this horde encounter can also be annoying to activate because route 8 tends to have a habit of raining, several times a day, this is a problem because if you had a jar of honey or a Pokémon that knew sweet scent, you can’t easily trigger a horde encounter and will have to really on walking on the grass and hoping that the rng gives you a horde encounter of seviper and zangoose again. I remember back when I was 14, this encounter would constantly frustrate me until I eventually lost hope in trying to get a zangoose in this game. It also didn't help that I lost my original Copy of Y so for a really long time I just didn't have a way to play through the game again

However, there is a solution

After 10 years have passed along with me getting a new copy of Pokemon Y, I began to think about that wild encounter again, and I wanted to give it a shot again, especially with me now understanding Pokémon’s mechanics significantly more than I did back then, I thought, “hey what if I raised a Pokémon that learned follow me?” And that didn’t work because follow me only works for a single turn and I admittedly didn’t know that since I barely used that move, so after that didn’t work, I tried looking up a solution and I found out on Reddit was that the solution to catching that zangoose was to get a low level diglett with bulldoze to deal super effective damage on all of the seviper to one shot them and also having zangoose tank the damage since it only takes normal damage from ground type attacks, sounds simple, Right?

Even that solution has its own journey

First off, you can’t normally find a wild digglett in the wild, so you’d have to find a wild dugtrio, and breed it, and level up the newly hatched diglet until it learns bulldoze around level 18 to level 19, but if you didn’t have a ditto before hand like me, you’d have to go all the way to Pokémon village which can only be accessed through going through a forest dungeon which was personally a pain in the ass for me because I skipped a couple of trainers when I first went through there and I had to defeat them to make it to Pokémon village, though to be fair this step was especially a pain because It was starting to turn 3 am while I was doing this and I was really tired from the time I spent trying to raise a Pokémon with follow me and that didn’t work. So you could tell my impatience must’ve been very bad especially with route 8 raining almost every time I wanted to easily spawn a horde encounter. However after some much needed rest, I bred the dugtrio and diglett, and got a newly hatched diglett, leveled it up till it learned bulldoze and went back to route 8, this was the result of my efforts:

After all of these years, I finally did it, I finally caught a Zangoose in this game, 14 year old egg me would be so happy to hear about this.

I don't really have a nickname for her yet but already she has 3 affection hearts and I've maxed her attack and speed while super training, this is the only pokemon that i've properly maxed two of their major stats with in super training, she also has a lonely nature which is really good for Zangoose, I plan to use her in my future run of pokemon alpha sapphire, she's gonna be a star player in that run that's for sure