#heh .. my magnum opus ;)

[evelili]

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[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Hello!! I just want to say first that your writing is extremely wonderful and very talented, I truly enjoy reading your writing !!

I was wondering if you can write headcanons and thoughts in everyone in The Kid at The Back if they encounter a stern and cold MC/Reader , heck even more colder than Geo ! :)

Frore (All x Cold! MC/Reader)

So...basically, turns out if a request relates to either IRL me or my MC I go berserk??? Yippee???

ALSO, ASK BOX AND REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL MY INBOX IS EMPTIED, THANK YOU.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Frore: frozen; frosty.

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When you’d first stepped into the bleak, soulless halls of Olympieus University, you felt a strange familiarity amongst the numbing lifelessness that everyone amongst you seemed to possess. If your heart – the one that continues to relentlessly pound inside your torso – had been exposed to the world, cleaved open and picked apart, it would be just as gracelessly chilled and still as this wretched place.

As your days there turned into years, you were depicted as a sociopath, as an allegedly heartless and callous soul that had grown vehemently hateful and bitter over the years. You couldn’t care whether you were revered or resented by the masses, for you were here to rewin your place at your former school. To retake the No. 1 spot, to reclaim what once belonged to you. What should’ve stayed yours.

Unfortunately, now you stand amongst your acquaintances, people whose existence you’d but merely heard of. You wonder briefly, if these would be the people whom you’d develop an alien sense of fondness for.

And with time, you realised you had…

By the time Sol had talked to you for the first time, he’d already painted a magnum opus of your character.

He knew you were a frore soul, one who held a prowess for hiding, stifling or exsanguinating emotions, or any form of intense feeling from situations; no matter how extreme or bizarre.

He could tell, from the moment you spoke to him in that cold, crystal-clear voice, that you were significantly more aloof than the average person, you bore no shyness, no sense of boredom, just a monotone efficacy that he found himself respecting, (along with finding immensely hot, ironically enough).

You, to him, were a mystery. Sure, he’d overheard things about you, either from classmates or Hyugo, but he wanted to learn things about you from you.

In all honesty, he was definitely pretty fucking intimidated when you first approached him, which – mind you – is an extremely rare occurrence for him; but he gathered that you were simply a tough nut to crack and he was going to wait as long as possible to gain your favour and eventual love.

When he notices how bluntly and swiftly you deal with problems, how nonchalantly you brush off insults or rumours and how you’re so uncaring towards the opinions of others? Oh my God, he’s cumming awed.

He eagerly awaits the days where you drop little tidbits of info about yourself, and even more so the days where he coaxes a little smile or wide-eyed expression from you. Any day where he learns something about you is entirely worth it, no matter how boring it may have been.

Overtime begins to form a genuine bond with you, and as you warm up to him, he slowly begins to show his more affectionate side.

And after a while, you learn to reciprocate. You don’t have to smile, or blush, or anything. Just a hug from you, one that he knows is meaningful, is more than enough.

Will probably just end up stating he likes you without any bullshitting or beating around the bush; he knows you’re more head-on and straight forward, so he’ll do the same.

If, heh, sorry, when you accept, he’ll just die. Of bliss. You will have to just ask him several times if he requires emergency assistance, but he can’t hear you over the sound of his throbbing dick heart. He’s gonna be a beetroot while you’re just…chill.

Won’t try to make you show emotion if you’re just not the type of person who does (or can) do so. He knows you well enough that you’re genuine, and if you come off harsher than intended? It’s okay, he understands. Nothing you do can shake him off anyway. <3

When Hyugo first became acquainted with you, he honestly thought you must be a secret brain-twin of Geo’s, considering your deadpan tone and expressionless face.

In a way, you immediately intrigued him. You weren’t trying to appear mysterious or enigmatic, this was simply who you were. And if there’s anything Hyugo enjoys, it's being a detective. Solving enigmas, cracking open mysteries. You were the perfect puzzle for him.

When you ended up being in the same art class as him, he was pretty pleased. Considering how he often had access to plenty of gossip outlets who dubbed you as a bitch or a pick-me for not acting ‘normal’; having you – the real you – in the flesh was incredibly satisfying. He relished in the fact that he could either prove or dismiss the piles of ‘evidence’ that people claimed to have against you.

Hyugo’s a pretty charismatic person, so he tries to befriend you, but you seem to take a more hostile approach to this; immediately raising all walls and shields. It made him wonder whether this was due to you having nasty past experiences, or if this was simply who you were. Another mystery.

Fortunately, if you decide that these advances of his weren’t to harm or hinder you, you seem to become a lot more approachable. In your own way, which tends to be a more logical, blunt sense of approval.

When you request to start sitting with him, he’s pretty happy; despite how you’re a walking talking enigma, he grew to like you as a person as well. You felt more genuine than a lot of other people he’s acquainted with, and that is a big green flag for him.

Overall he’s pretty accepting of your nature, although it does irk him secretly that you’re harder to read. Until he decides that he’s not gonna bother, after all, he did grow up alongside a Subaru Oogami. 

He only develops feelings when you start opening up to him, and he notices the little faces you make when you’re amused or concerned. He finds them adorable, in a way.

He deems it very rewarding when you bless him with information about yourself, or a hint of any form of approval or respect. It feels like fulfilling a goal, and he’s very much a goal-driven person. It’s like tunnel-vision for him.

He doesn’t know when he exactly felt your friendship blossom into something ‘more’, but he feels like you’re a person – despite your lack of emotional expression, tone (and perhaps knowledge) – who is smart, kind and honest.

He’ll probably try to avoid confessing for a while (he can’t tell if you like him back lmfao), but when he eventually decides to just get it over with and you reciprocate? He’s astounded.

Even if you stated how you felt with the flattest tone imaginable, he’d know, deep down, it was serious.

He’d just be a flushed mess and you’re just slightly blushing. Either way, when you’re in a relationship, not only can he determine very easily that you’re not a bitch, but also that you’re just a very epic individual. <3

Brittney was more so unnerved when she first met you, she was honestly worried you were going to point a gun to her head and blow her brains out.

You just had that menacing emptiness in your eyes and the most nonchalant air about you. She didn’t know how to perceive you; not even Geo was this monotone.

Would mostly avoid you for the most part, until you joined the friend group. Would be silently yelling at Crowe the whole time. It’s not that she dislikes you, it’s just…you’re very peculiar to her. She’s not a fan when she doesn’t have the ability to instantly gain a read on someone.

If you decide to start talking to her, she’s gonna be utilising her confident facade to the utmost extreme, she refuses to appear nervous in front of you.

After a while, when you’ve started warming up to the group – like they to you – Brit decides that you’re just a bit socially awkward and don’t intend to come off as unapproachable as you are. Part of her feels a bit bad for making assumptions about you, but she’s surrounded by the goss, it's gonna paint a picture.

Starts talking to you more, and overtime realises you’re actually very interesting to talk to. You’ve got personality, intellect, sarcasm. She’s honestly very pleased her group was the one you chose to join.

If you get harassed by bullies, and don’t let it get to you, or better yet, defend yourself? She’s going to have a fuckton of respect for you.

Asks you what music you like, you guys end up forming a partnership of exchanging songs and makeup tutorials.

Doesn’t realise it until too late, but she’s really into you. Your confidence, boldness and relatability is very appealing to her. You also have enough self-respect to hold your own in a destructive, sabotaging environment like Olympieus; and that makes her feel a bit inferior to you. For the most part, she’s keeping up a mask. You make her feel secure, weirdly enough.

Will be very hesitant on sharing her feelings for you, knowing how great you are at revealing yours, but if she gets a hint that you like her back, she’ll just get it over and done with.

Is so stunned you felt the same that the only thing she thought of doing was a cunty-ass hairflip.

When in a relationship, she’ll probably ask you to be slightly less stone-faced, and if you show even little bits of emotion or expression, she’ll be extremely satisfied. Will do her best for you as well. <33

110% will ask how you achieved such levels of self-assurance; you both will also be the types to exchange life advice out of nowhere when watching a shitty romcom. :))))

Jess is legitimately terrified of you; my girl is best friends with Gyaru-Gossip-Girlboss Brittney Claire, she’s going to hear at least 21 times about how allegedly never made a single face expression except for pure rage or disgust. 

Will begin to wonder how you turned out that way, ends up becoming incredibly curious about you. She impulsively decides to ask her online friends for advice on how to approach you, realises the next day she’s too scared to take it.

Will honestly meet you through coincidence, and by coincidence I mean you’re in a class or two together.

Ends up realising you’re genuinely smart, albeit a little cocky, doesn’t know how to feel about it. Ends up feeling panic when she ends up sitting next to you one day, after being late due to traffic.

You both actually end up getting along quite decently, so you end up sitting together for the rest of the semester, and eventually, by decision of Crowe Ichabod, you start sitting with her group at lunch.

By this point she probably just feels high levels of respect for you. Well, until she gets a lower mark than her usual 80%s. She’s on the verge of tearing up, until you ask if she wants tutoring. That’s how you guys started texting, and we know Jess is 110% not shy online.

It’s because of aforementioned tutoring and texting that she develops actual feelings for you, won’t realise it until much later though.

It’ll be Brit who ends up getting you both together, either through sheer luck or a lot of pushing on both sides, it somehow happens.

When you walk up to her and ask to speak to her privately, she’s immensely paranoid. That is until you confess very aloofly how you feel.

My girl is just torn, she is shooketh. Then she becomes a stuttering mess and can’t speak to save her life. To her this is both a miracle and a WTF moment.

When she states how she feels about you, you’re just chill about it. When you both start dating though, she’s entirely used to your demeanour, although she does get a smidge paranoid about what you’re thinking at times. You’re gonna have to frequently reassure and remind her that you’re happy to be with her; and don’t fret, she’s also ecstatic she has you. <33

Geo first met you when Crowe introduced you to him and the others, and he did not give a single fuck. You didn’t either. You both essentially avoided one another unless you had to interact, which was a 1/1,000,000 chance if at all.

He only started paying attention to your existence when he noticed you were getting picked on by a bunch of troglodytes. Knowing that you were friends with his friends, he was somewhat prepared to step in if needed; yet your response was unblinkingly, emotionlessly staring into their eyes, grabbing the leaders’ wrist and flexing your arm. 

The guy was honestly a smidge unnerved by how much strength you had, and the fact that those people didn’t fuck with you again made him feel an ounce of respect. 

Your conversations only started when you realised you’d gotten somewhat closer with the others. Sure, you could ignore his existence, but you’re not a pussy, are you? Striding over to him, a cold, machine-like rhythm in your steps, you ask him about himself. He, as you expected, doesn’t answer and glares down at you; so you glared right the fuck back, his distaste matching perfectly with your ornery.

Your relationship only improved because of a mutual respect you had for each other. Sure, you both didn’t get along that well, but each person knew the other was competent, intelligent and able to handle themselves.

And so, overtime, the both of you found a weird solace in one-anothers’ relatability. There was no need for filler conversation, you could simply lean against trees together in serene calm.

Geo would only become truly invested when he notices how little you’ve cracked. If he was a geode (heh, get it?), you were like Minecraft bedrock.

Not that he minded, it simply was a weird anomaly, having someone be colder and more reticent than him.

Would start developing feelings when you stand up for one of his friends, most likely offering to help Brittney or Jess. Not that you deemed them weak, but you just utilising your reputation to get some people off of their asses was…nice. 

You made people genuinely paranoid, and if you pretended like these protective acts weren't from a place of goodwill? It worked wonders. You were the Robin Hood of bullies, you bashed them up and defended their targets to the end.

Of course, Geo isn’t the type to readily accept he likes you, so anything blossoming between you two will take fucking ages. Crowe and Brit will have to be wing(wo)men for you both, seriously.

Advances of his would consist of him being more snarky with you, more intrusive in knowing what you’re doing, ensuring your safety consistently…acts of service, mixed with a strange overprotectiveness. You didn’t know how to feel about it, or him (denial is a river in fucking Egypt).

You’ll have to be the one to confess, and thank God it’s done privately, or you’d have never seen Geo have a faint pink blush dust his pallid face, or him trying to compose himself when he quietly accepts and reciprocates his emotions and feelings for you.

You’re both black cats that just hiss at everybody else, only softening up when in the presence of the other and being content in one-another’s soft company. No bullshitting, nothing overtly emotional, just upfront, genuine feelings with a smidge of quality time and doing each others’ hair and makeup. <33

When Crowe was first acquainted with you, during both your first years at Olympieus, he was intrigued by your guarded posture and stoicism. He’s the friendly type, so he knew he’d end up introducing himself one way or another to you; and as soon as he found himself face to face with you? He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit nervous. 

Your eyes bore through him, deep and lifeless. It was as if sheets of ice had abandoned your eyes in pitch-black darkness; rendering the true colours and liveliness trapped beyond unbounding walls of cynicism.

He’d been all smiles at the time, but as soon as your mutual introductions had ended, he was almost convinced you wanted him dead. Your answers had been quick and sharp, like a bullet popping during a quiet night.

When you were put in the same class together, he decided to observe you. He didn’t know why, he just felt this innate urge to learn more about you.

You weren’t shy, he picked up on that quite quickly, judging by your authoritarian aura. What he also picked up, is you tended to be very closed off to people whom you deemed as ingenuine or shallow.

He decided he wanted to get past those beliefs of yours and see what lay behind those gelid eyes, and over the span of the next few years, he did.

Nowadays you were still stoic and firmly logical, but you were well-meaning, funny and kind. Hell, you were smart as a whip, there isn’t much he could say to take you down a notch. You’re extraordinary to him.

And well, one day he realises the feelings and sheer pedestal he’s put you on aren’t…exactly platonic. The racing of his heart when you cock your head at him, that squeeze when you bemusedly smile. He ended up going from inquiring to worshipping. He couldn’t even determine where this had come from.

Luckily, a distraction would be to have his friends meet you! He can admire you from afar and have you close by, he’s lost count of how many times you both have had to move hangouts to study.

What he didn’t realise, was you’d also developed feelings for him. Potent ones; and with the help of a certain Brittney Claire, along with plenty of obvious hints, you ask Crowe out. He’s a tad embarrassed he didn’t end up being the one to ask, but he’s blushing hard anyway.

When you guys are together, he’ll ask you how you prefer to address issues, communicate etc. Your boundaries, hobbies, kinks are talked about with each other, and you both thrive on being honest and upfront. Don't worry though, he’ll still be poetic and a romantic-at-heart. ;]

Deryl is honestly excited when he first meets you (most likely through Crowe). Similarly to Hyugo, you remind him of Geo; and he’s a pretty big fan of Geo.

To him, the coldest people are often the nicest deep down, and beneath their icy exterior possess the most opulent hearts of gold.

So he makes an effort to befriend you, slowly of course, he doesn’t want to push his luck. His curiosity and need for stubborn cat-like friends is powering him through the days of you bluntly telling him to either leave you be or to ask him about himself. He knows you’re steering the topic away, but he’ll let you. For now.

Will ask you if you play(ed) any sports, and depending on your answer will either excitedly ask about your experiences/roles/team position, or query whether you’ve just not had the time, chance or interest.

Will offer to teach you sports as a sort of hangout activity. He doesn’t care if you’re shit at it, he wants to try and see how you act in different situations. Turns out he’s quite perspicacious when it comes to reading people. That’s kinda when he deems you as a not-asshole.

Over time you both (mostly you) warm up to one-another, and you one day offer Deryl some candy. Bad idea. Scratch that, horrible idea.

It made you like him a bit more, weirdly enough. It helped you realise that he wasn’t acting friendly for the sake of it (at least, not with the friend group), and he was just a massive goofball.

You felt a weird fondness for him at that point, and every now and then when he’d ask if you wanted to hang out, you made sure to pretend to think it through before silently nodding. The shock and eagerness on his face made the days just slightly better.

Soon enough, he comes to the conclusion that he also holds feelings for you, quite strong ones, in fact. He’s pretty distraught at first, but then decides to ask the almighty Geo for advice. Not love, that…isn’t exactly a topic Geo specialises in, but more so how to approach such a matter with you. Geo just shrugs in response (he’s such a mood).

However, Deryl, knowing the type of person you were, decides it’d be best if he just mustered up the strength and told you. Running away from the feelings would work for a while, but he just hoped you wouldn’t be too repulsed.

When he gets his feelings off his chest, it’s like a weight was lifted from your soul. You deemed yourself far too unapproachable, too monotone for someone as lively as him; but hey, opposites attract, right?

After you nonchalantly reciprocate, it takes him a hot second to process the positive response, and he’s a ball of pure joy and energy. He’s ecstatic, actually, it’s like a burden had been thrown off of his shoulders.

During the process of you two dating, you’re compared to the ‘Black Cat + Golden Retriever’ shipping trope, and he’s content with that. It’s not a lie, after all. (You just don’t care lmfao). He learnt across the span of your friendship-turned-relationship a lot of gestures or movements which indicated how you felt. 

My guy is as supportive as you can get to be honest, his logic is “If nobody is hurt, it’s okay.” You’re a priority of his, and he knows you won’t screw him over. 

You can sleep well knowing these things: Deryl’s loyal, he’s respectful and he’s a fucking sweetheart.

[reginalucernis]

Well, since I am now a bachelor myself, I have brought you a different kind of Bachelor (and his beautiful companion)

To be honest, this time I don't know what to write about - it would be possible to joke for the hundredth time that while the entire town is waiting for a Bachelor route from Ice-Pick Lodge, I managed to graduate from middle school and high school and finished my own bachelor route, but these are really boring jokes. It's especially funny that when the Kickstarter fundraising was announced, I was still thinking "oh yes, the developers will collect all the sum and they will surely release three main scenarios, and they could add extra Inquisitor and Commander routs, oh that would be great", heh, what a holy naivety))

I'm not in the mood to write a detailed review of the Pathologic either, so I'll be brief: the first part (rus. Mor. Utopia) is one of my favorite games, so atmospheric, multifaced (well, like PoLyHeDrAl, like a pun, omg lol it's so funny... is it?) and memorable that, having plunged into its world once, you come back to her over and over again for years and forgive all the flaws, whether it's graphics that is weak even for the year of release (by the way, 2005, the game is almost 20 years old) or questionable gameplay. There is no surprise that this particular game is considered the magnum opus of Ice-Pick Lodge. It's just a pity that I'm one of those people who loves complex scientific and philosophical works, but does not understand them at all and therefore has to constantly look for explanations from other people (and here I can say hello to TESler Channel)))...

Unfortunately, I can't say the same about the (non-) remake. It seems that the graphics have been tightened up, and the gameplay has been diversified, and the characters have tried to make them more lively, but it's still like something is missing, I don't know what. Maybe I'm just too critical, it's hard to judge here.

As far as I know, the favorite character of most fans is Haruspex, and I can understand why. Actually I like all the playable characters as well as all the NPCs, and there is no one among them who would only cause disgust - that's it, the skill of writing characters in the original game as it is. And yet, as I think, the closest to me and the most interesting, in general, the most elaborated character seems to be Bachelor, and with him his companions, especially Eva. Although she does not have any special story, there is still something charming about this lady of the demimonde) Maybe it's just Baby-Duck-Syndrome that affects me, or maybe it's just the (near) scientific and rational approach of this scenario, idk

P.S. Btw despite the undeniable advantages of Pathologic, as an artist, even a self-proclaimed one, another game of Ice-Pick Lodge, Turgor (Tension), is much closer to me - who knows, maybe someday I'll draw something based on it (it would be great actually)

[marlee-goat]

the other day i ended up doing a 10-hour stream that revolved around me trying to play video games with an n64 controller and one of the games i played was ring racers with a few of my friends and in the middle of all of it we eventually started this bit where we keep on discussing scenarios in which sonic just does really fucked up shit.

like it started with one of my friends saying "what if sonic just pulled off your scalp." (sonic impression) "heh. let me get a grip!"

and then someone in chat said "do you think sonic would say a slur to save a life" "like if eggman just held tails at gunpoint and was like 'sonic you have to say the f slur' would he do it" and i think we just landed on the conclusion that he'd do it anyways. and also like that he'd just say some absolutely deplorable shit. we've collectively called it the "racist sonic bit" it's the worst thing we've done and i love it.

anyways we came up with the idea of a sonic game in which the only plot point is that he says slurs and is played by chris pratt. therefore here's Sonic The Hedgehog Says a Slur In Parenthesis (For Real This Time) The Game . our magnum opus

[contentloadingandstuff]

Necro AU: Voicelines - About Necro

A/N: Just a little silly world building for my neglected AU. Enjoy, the handful of people that read this. Art by Maxim Lingert.

Ask Raiden Shogun:

The eighth element is a great danger to both the world and its inhabitants. Though intertwined with the foundations of this world, its free form causes calamity and destruction wherever it appears. Most of its creations are not unbeatable by mortals, but I still handle them myself nonetheless. Few know how to destroy them correctly. 

Ask Ei:

That name… it brings me memories. Good memories of a simpler time, when the world was still young. I witnessed all the miracles it can create, but also the destruction it inevitably brings about. To this day, understanding the purpose of its creation is a great challenge for my mind. I suppose… lesser beings truly can't understand a grandeur's design. 

Ask Miko:

Oh? So you have heard of it, little one? Hah, I suppose there's no reason for me to be surprised, you are not a common mortal after all. Few are aware of it, and those who are often try to disprove it. But it is very, very real, and very destructive. We kitsune have suffered greatly because of it. I hope you never have to face its wielders on your journey - they are just as lethal. 

Ask Kuki Shinobu:

Oh? Yes, Necro exists. How else would we all die? It's everywhere around us - I myself use it. Since Deki has a Necro Vision, I got to learn a lot about the element. But, if I'm being honest with you… I'd rather see him visionless. 

Ask Zhongli:

Ah… the element of death. Ush's magnum opus, and the counterbalance to life. A necessary, if terrible, piece to our world's puzzle. I know a great deal about it, but the ability to control it is not mine to hold. After all, I am a creation of life. All I know was told to me by my dear friend, Beleth… I wonder how he fairs now. We have not seen each other for… hundreds of years now. I would wish to see him before we inevitably meet on the battlefield again. 

Ask Ganyu:

N-Necro? Oh… yes. Such an element exists but… I wouldn't want to discuss it, please. It… brings b-bad memories…

Ask Xiao:

Huh? Necro? What of it? It's a great threat to Liyue, and all life in general. My task is to keep it at bay, with spear and wind, until it inevitably consumes me. My work would be much easier if only the foolish mortals saw it for as dangerous as it is… What? They don't know about it? 

Ask Shenhe:

Although I have not yet seen the undead, Master has mentioned them on several occasions. She is usually very talkative, but when I ask about when she first met them she seems to try and change the topic as fast as possible. Strange.

Ask Yelan:

Necro? Oh, right. The missing element… How do I know? Heh, well, it’s my job to know, is it not? From what I’ve found, even though now the undead are just the stuff of legends, my ancestors fought them in The Chasm all those years ago. From what I found, which wasn’t a lot mind you, they are terrifying opponents - both in skill and durability. 

Ask Beidou:

Necro? Yeah, of course I encountered it on my travels! There’s a land far North, about three hundred nautical miles East from the coast of Snezhnaya, known by many names - The Barren Lands, The Fractured Lands, The Shattered Lands, or just The Void. In this muddy and pitiful land we fought the dead made up of it. Don’t worry, though. They are nowhere near as lethal as the folk tales say. They’re slow, stupid, and equipped with rusting weapons. Come again? Oh, we don’t usually stay there to look for treasure. This land has a… strange effect on the crew.

Ask Venti:

Ah, how long I have not heard this name. Necro is responsible for all the pain and suffering you see around you. It’s not inherently evil, however. Without it, there would be no you or me. Quite poetic, isn’t it?

Ask Dainslief:

Oh? You want to know more about it? Well, I have to disappoint you. I can’t tell you anything other than the basics, I’m afraid. I’m still looking for answers myself. It is real, and it is a grave danger. As far as I know, it has its own Archon, but I haven’t yet learned their name. From what I found, they were the divine ruler of my nation. This fact… I’m still struggling to fit it into the whole picture. 

Thanks for reading!

[imsorryimlate]

heh remember when phil used the phrase “magnum opus” and dan was like “ummm that’s kind of my thing? i use that phrase, you are copying me” like bro

[beepochi]

yeah jian n james were my gateway into beepochi writing .. ur magnum opus imo maybe im biased. ah i love the established childhood relationship but that 'still needing to know them' thing, u can never truly know someone ! n revisiting gaps makes my heart churn. n holy SHIT u are lyign sheith was ( mostly still is ) my entire universe i cant believe peppermint was loosely inspired from it n was going to be an au for jian ! u have me kicking my feet around. lovesick's 'bit of a prick' character will be my new fixation i swear dk if we're rooting for the playboy or the tutor yet hmm. n !!! u got me hooked at 'self-destructive' for dead sea jeeeeeeze louise .

ngl uh ur making me way more hyped ab the new shit lmao. yeah reckon ull def be able to see the sheith inspo in peppermint heh >:) idk real real cool hearing ur excited ab these ones <33

[porcelainseashore]

HOLY MOLY is this the magnum opus of all tags!! Ahh Vida, I want to reach out from your screen (in a totally non-creepy way I promise) and give you a big bear hug 🤗 You're really so kind and supportive, my heart is literally squeezing in my chest, thank youuuu 💞

A dance between emotion and enigma sums it up pretty much—it was kind of what I was going for with Dagny's experience being very emotional, traumatic, yet a mystery as to who her savior was and why they did that. With traditional familial relationships, as well as having only one daughter, I think there can be a certain kind of expectation and pressure, born out of initial disappointment, and there's this distance between Dagny's father and her. I wanted to show that it wasn't because he didn't love her, but that he was still coming to terms with his own ideals or what was expected of him, and therefore, what he expected to have... if that makes sense? Essentially, a rather patriarchal structure of a family unit. And then, like a vicious cycle, Dagny internalizes this and wants to be that son for her father. Her near-death experience was like an alarm clock for him in a way, and I really enjoyed writing that scene.

As for the sea, I understand how it can be like diving into the unknown, and it also doesn't help if it gets darker and colder the further you go. Personally, I grew up as a water baby somewhat (thanks to my father who taught me to swim?), so I don't fear it or get sick in it as much. Alternatively, I get car sick, but that's a different story, heh. Anyway, with the ending I didn't explain it so much here, but although Dagny achieved what she had initially set out to achieve—being a skipper of a fishing vessel, she felt this sense of ennui, like wondering if there was something more to this life of sailing and bringing in catch. When the entity that had been haunting her all this while made its move, she could only laugh at death in its face, at the pure irony of it—that she had worked her way up to this point, just for it to be taken away from her that very instant, mimicking what could have happened in her childhood.

Omg, no, you don't have to study me. You write wonderfully, and I have been having fun reading what (mis)adventures Gretchen has been up to. Thank you again for your lovely comments! ✨

Memento Mori - The Cardinal North

Author's Note: Fyi, I used the prompt “Haunting” as I was originally going to submit this for @vampemoqueen’s WoD Hallozine, but ended up choosing another entry. Shoutout to the lovely @childofmalkavians for their art direction on my cover image!

“Memento Mori” is about Dávdna’s (or Dagny, as she was once called) near-death experience as a child, and how that resulted in her future sire haunting her throughout the years.

“Eh, Dagny, stop that,” her father called out. There was a stern edge to his voice, weary, and worn like cracked leather. He sucked his teeth, yellowed from tobacco, which he sometimes chewed or smoked in his pastime.

Her humming mellowed into a sigh before sputtering out like an extinguished flame. She knew better than to upset him further when he addressed her in that tone. He turned his gaze back towards the horizon, crow’s feet splaying out at the corners of his eyes as he squinted—searching, hoping, wandering.

It had been a long day out at sea, casting lines and nets, but each time they came back empty handed—peculiar for what was considered the prime cod fishing season. It was that period of the year where the days were short and darkness swept across the windstricken landscape of the region they called home: Romsa. With nightfall approaching, whatever light they had was fading. They would need to set sail soon.

One of the men said Guolleipmil was angry. The people have been taking too much and giving nothing in return. And that was when the god would withhold any catch as punishment.

“Her singing attracted a bad omen,” another one accused, his eyes narrowing in Dagny’s direction.

“Pshh!” the skipper snapped, his patience wearing thin as he came to his daughter’s defense, silencing the man with a single hand raised in the air.

“One last try,” he urged, his broad, calloused fingers already working through the fishing tackle. “Then we go.”

Murmured whispers broke out among the crew, but their actions betrayed their words, hands and feet busying themselves at their stations as if on autopilot, one step ahead of where their minds were at present.

“Dagny,” her father whistled low through his crooked teeth, his hand lethargic and weighty as he motioned for her to join them.

Folding her legs in, she pressed her palms against the wooden floorboard of the deck, smooth and cool against her clammy skin, pushing herself up onto her feet. She didn’t want to disappoint him when he’d fought with eadni—mama—to bring her along on one of his many fishing trips, instead of leaving her at home to tend to the farm, like a good little girl should. Dagny was at the age of restlessness, where the world was an oyster, and everything had to be explored, at least once. 

Áhčči had quelled the tumultuous waves surging underneath mama’s calm veneer. “Let her be,” he had said, his gruffness replaced with warm velvet caressing her shoulders. “She is all we have...”

Papa longed for a boy, even though he had never mentioned it out loud. But Dagny knew. And she couldn’t fail him—not now, not ever. 

She darted over, taking on her gloves like a second layer of skin before throwing the hooks out, watching it sink out of sight with the plummet attached at the end of the line. Her hands slipped into a repetitive pattern, pulling the cord taut between her fingers, checking every so often if anything would bite. The practice itself was meditative, her eyes turning glassy like the gentle swell sloshing against the hull. 

They said her eyes were waterlogged—too pliant and weak. She would go places, but never gather any moss. Yet there she stood, legs rooted to the ground, listening to the waters rolling in like the rhythmic tick of a grandfather’s clock, comforting, in silence. Apart from the occasional flock of oystercatchers overhead, they were relatively undisturbed. Time grew sluggish. The blistering winds pierced her cheeks and crystallized on her lashes.

There was a glimmer on the surface, maybe it was the last rays of sun catching on the ripples. She rubbed her eyes, once distant, now focused on the spot where the light had blinded her. And it reappeared, that unearthly sheen—a secret morse code, beckoning and luring her like prey.

Someone called her name. A deep voice, like her father’s, except… it wasn’t her name, not quite. She jerked her head in each cardinal direction, but the men were still, like marbled statues, lost in space and time to the twilight hour. Papa was nowhere to be found.

“Dávdna…”

Again.

“Čahcerávga,” she muttered under her breath, knowing them as one of the many who had perished at sea.

Don’t answer. She had been taught not to.

But a force tugged at her from within the bowels of her chest, and she felt compelled to speak. “Bures?”

There was no response.

“Hei?” she tried again, but nothing stirred. Not even the men tried to shush her. Were they still around?

Something bobbed in the waters below. She leaned over the railing, watching bubbles froth in the foam. A monstrous face flashed across her vision and she gasped, dropping the line she had held as it slid carelessly into the open sea.

“No!” she cried out, scrambling to salvage the rest of the tackle, clutching onto it for her dear life as the cord entangled itself around her fingers.

Without warning, the boat keeled on its side and she lost her balance, plunging headfirst into the murky depths of saltwater. Frantic shouts of commotion came from the vessel and she saw the crew’s distorted faces reflecting back at her from the world above. They popped up next to each other like scattered stars in the sky—so magnificent and beautiful, she could stay here forever.

“Man overboard!”

The yell cut through the air like a knife, sharp enough to reach the pit she was falling through. It ripped her from her reverie the way a patch of hair would be torn from her scalp. She shook her head, limbs awakening from their temporary slumber as they powered into motion.

Dagny had always been a strong swimmer, but little did she know that she was caught in the middle of a cross sea. And even she was no match for that.

Pockets of water swirled around her as she struggled violently against the undercurrent. It resisted her like thick sludge, clinging onto every part of her body, coaxing her to stop, to surrender, to accept that this was where she would finally meet her end.

The freezing temperatures numbed her flesh, lulling it back to sleep. Pressure filled her eardrums as she was sucked deeper into the briny abyss. How far had she fallen? Her mouth flew open and she screamed and screamed. But it was silent—no sound could travel here, not in this godforsaken place she had once considered her second home.

So cold…

Tired…

Give in…

Her soul would be offered to Čáhcealmmái now.

She could hear her heartbeat quietening, eyes falling heavy as her lungs burned. Yet she carried on, defiant in her pathetic, feeble paddling. The nerves in her fingers twitched and her muscles spasmed, but she continued moving.

“I’m still here! I’m still alive!” she wanted to howl.

In return, she felt scaly, webbed claws hook onto her oilskins, shredding the fabric and scratching her back. The next minute, she was hurled upwards, yanked from the womb of the ocean’s belly as she rose to the top.

Amid the flurry of activity, a pair of glowing embers greeted her from beneath the waves, like pin prick dots of a blazing sun. Globs of saliva drooped from elongated fangs in sinewy strings, dissolving into the tide. She should’ve been scared, she should’ve turned away and bolted, but she didn’t. Instead, she reached out, delirious, noticing how the fire flickered in those eyes. But before her hand could draw any closer, the creature shrieked, pushing her back as it disappeared as quickly as it came.

Floating on the water’s surface, Dagny took her first gulp of air, reborn.

When she was safely hoisted up onto the boat, her father lunged forward, grasping her frail body in his arms as he pressed his lips desperately into her wet hair. “Mu mánná…” he choked. 

My child.

She peered up at his sore, reddened eyes, and his grip around her tightened. It was only then that she realized it was the first time she had seen him cry.

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For a long time afterwards she searched for answers. A sprinkling of hints or clues as to what she had witnessed down below. 

“Be grateful that the spirit spared you,” she was often told.

Whatever questions she had were put to rest, buried six feet under, unspoken and unheard of, as if it had never happened at all. As if one could only will something into existence by acknowledging it. If only it were that simple.

Those eyes, like scorching coal, haunted her wherever she went. She could never shake off the unsettling feeling of being stalked—from the shadows, the blurry figures in her peripheral vision, or the glint in a smiling fox’s gaze, like she had been branded to the bone. In her sleep, she dreamt of those demonic eyes, the same eyes that belonged to her savior, and the strange name it had called her.

Eventually, she grew up, taking after her father like a replica. Though she had flown from the nest, making a life for herself in another coastal town down south. He sailed less now in his age; she sailed more.

One night, she found herself back in the same hometown where she had spent most of her childhood years. It was enroute along the course they had mapped out beforehand. While her crewmates hogged the local bar, crass and blustery with their swollen faces, she slinked away, paying a rare visit to her old man.

He was thrilled to see her. Mama had passed a few years ago and he missed company.

“You’ve cut it short,” he remarked, eyes crinkling as he thumbed through the ends of her hair. His toothless grin proud, as if he had raised a son in place of a girl.

“Come and live with me, áhčči,” Dagny suggested. She had made the offer countless times, but he was stubborn, ox-headed.

“I won’t go any further south,” he scoffed, clearing the phlegm from his throat as his mouth twisted in disgust. 

They spoke differently there; they lived differently. That was not his home. He would rather die alone than surrounded by a community he didn’t belong to.

When he headed to bed, she wandered off, aimlessly ambling along the shore. She stepped over the seaweed and debris that had washed up along its banks, twirling the neck of a liquor bottle between her fingers. The faint strains of drunken sea shanties echoed from a distance as she sat upon a half-forgotten log sunken in the sand.

The sulfur smell of the sea calmed her. She took a swig, scrunching her face as the harshness stripped her throat bare. There was always dried fish blood under her nails, no matter how hard she scrubbed, and flakes of scale embedded in her clothes. She’d grown accustomed to the odor of sour wool and stale sweat—this was her life now. But she couldn’t help but wonder: was there something more?

A shift in the breeze caused her to shudder, and she heard that damn name again.

“Dádvna…”

It carried the scent of something new, something foreign, and along with it, a sense of unease—one she had tried so hard to suppress, time after time. 

Just as she picked herself up to leave, there was a loud gurgle and a roaring whoosh, and she found herself slipping, face hitting the ground as she was dragged by her feet into the brackish waters. She thrashed about, swiping at whatever it was that had caught her, clawing her way free. 

But it didn’t let up, holding her in a vice-like grip, too powerful for her to overcome. All at once, she was taken back to the time she had nearly drowned as a child, flopping like a dying fish, only to be released back on land. All of it amounting to this.

How apt.

And she laughed and laughed. Bubbles escaped from her mouth as seawater suffocated her lungs. Through the darkness, she saw the same blood red eyes that had haunted her over the past decades, and she threw her arms open, welcoming it.

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Endnotes

Thank you for reading!

I’ve tried to do my research on coastal Sámi communities, as well as their language and mythology, which I hope I’ve portrayed respectfully. However, if I’ve made any mistakes, I’m happy to receive feedback, so I can correct them accordingly.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

[xtina--writes]

Return to Tumblr + Productive day uwu

For perhaps the longest time, I had wanted to create a little carrd for myself to actually put up all of my writing works in an organised place. Admittedly I have been procrastinating a little bit, but at the same time I feel that I never really got around to it because my exposure to various kinds of media actually led me to be interested in more than just prose writing.

Part of me also wants to create interesting homebrewed races, spells, weapons etc. for 5e D&D. Or maybe create a character complete with a backstory just for the fun of it.

Part of me just wants to write a kind of an analytical essay on things i have watched, like Black Mirror and my thoughts on the episodes I watch.

I have also had an interest in a while in dabbling in scriptwriting because of my love for ASMR content. I've been listening to a lot of ASMR roleplay content on Youtube as well as Reddit (if you know where to look heh), and it does occur to me every now and then that I could possibly at least do a bit of scriptwriting every now and then as a writing exercise.

Considering the above, and the fact that I do have a magnum opus of a fictional literary work I want to get around to eventually... it does feel like a lot of things that I have to do, doesn't it?

But I like to think that I will reach my goal eventually when I have gotten a better idea of what I'd like to say with that magnum opus of a novel.

Well, at the least I have a carrd done now! I shall ganbarimasu with everything else. ^^

[aldiwali]

Love that you headcanon Hancock as indigenous! Robin is another indigenous OP headcanon of mine.

aaaa tysm!!!it really means a lot to see people supporting my hcs / making their own, because we’re pretty easily “forgotten” when it comes to assigning ethnicities to characters! robin is definitely a good candidate too! personally i hc her as indian, (mostly cause the hands thing and its use as imagery in hindu culture but that’s a tangent) but i absolutely adore that too!!

a lil off topic but one of the things i adore about one piece (and the skypiea arc specifically) is its canon native rep? aka the shandians (im linking the wiki page for those who haven’t seen that arc / forgot the name). wyper and the rest were handled really well (instead of falling into the “savages” trope so often in animanga…. and in all media tbh) and the arc and its fight over the upper yard was literally a discussion on colonialism (with the colonizers being the skypieans) and wyper himself is such a well-written character? honestly ..

& from what i remember after the arc the skypieans gave the land back to the shandians? and if that’s the case (? i should really just look at the wiki) it really…. wow it means a lot. cause there’s a lot of talk about reparations (in the native community & with allies, versus colonizers being like “well we were here too!!!!”)

��..and just seeing them giving back the land—upper yard—that was sacred ground to the shandians, the land that enel disrespected so totally……. and showing conis (a descendant of the colonizers) addressing the problem, and being an ally……. even though the skypieans didn’t give back the entire land (because i get it like. they live there too) was just a really respectful thing to do and it makes me tear up whenever i think of it…

in conclusion: i am Soft, one piece has really good native rep in my opinion and i LOVE ur hc!!!!!!!!! SORRY THIS KINDA WENT REALLY OFF TOPIC BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEND ME THIS MSG!!!! ilu

[atvie]

Hi! I was wondering what your sexuality and/or gender hcs for the Strawhats are? OvO

hi ! yeah i have specific ones i tend to go to but generally im kinda fluid? so. im gonna put my main ones here (& im gonna add any hcs i have that tend to affect my edits/just that i rly like cause. i can snjbjhnf) it’s. galaxy brain

luffy: trans masc / genderfluid (i rly like both ok), gay/pan (i tend to fluctuate w him) & ace. adhd!

nami: trans butch farmer lesbian!! slightly sex repulsed, is prone to experiencing comphet (wanting men to be attracted to her since that’s what society bases womens’ self worth off of, but she’s. still a lesbian it’s just her working out internalized misogyny and comphet)! has a lot more scars than canon & is freckled! has bpd (big mood)

zoro: nonbinary (xe/xe or he/him) gay! jewish! autistic! also i like the idea of him being blind post (or pre!) timeskip from his injury

usopp: trans demiboy (he/him or they/them)! has npd and bpd, and has a compulsive lying disorder.

chopper: i rly just consider him a child? so masc and aro? but havent put much thought into it tbh

sanji: trans masc with internalized misogyny. (i have a lot of thoughts abt this but. just know that. i mostly ignore sanji!s canon behavior) also a fan of sanji being pangender! lesbian he/him sanji is also valid!! is depressed and has suicidal tendencies

robin: cassgender / demigirl! is hindu and indian! bigender robin is also exttemely valid. is autistic ! (actually they all are tbh but i fiercly protect autistic zoro n robin)

franky: pangender or trans masc ! pan. agnostic

brook: trans masc & bi and ace. after his first death i dont see him dating or anything like that tbh.. just. not interested in it (i also rly like gay brook.. but obv w large canon divergence.. which tbh i hc either way but! yeah)

jinbei: demiboy!! gay!, i love my trans dads!!

carrot: lesbian or bi (i fluctuate w my hcs) and bigender! muslim

[cantillat-moved]

❝ My family wasn’t originally magi. ❞ he admitted, ❝ We are wealthy and rich, and we also have a title – one of those things that money can’t buy and who has will flaunt it endlessly. So, even as lame as I am, I could at very least be married off and have someone else climb up the ladder.  ❞ it was something Aiguille was keenly aware for the longest time – girls acting all nice to him in order to fall into his family’s good graces to marry and be a baroness, only to turn absolutely disgusted the moment he saw through their thin veil of lies. ❝ I secluded myself once my family lost hope in me, and with time they even stopped insisting I’d go to events. It was better this way, the stifling atmosphere and the false smiles made me angry.  ❞ some people live for these events, a fairy tale-like experience in which they ought to feel special – but for Aiguille, he was always the darkness looming in the gatherings.

❝ One day…. I saw it through the mist from my bedroom. It was huge and it moved. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, but I saw its silhouette: it was a moving construction, it roamed through the landscape right by my family’s propriety. And, of course, no-one believed in me. They said I was delusional, that no such things existed. They talked behind my back, I could hear stifled laughs when I was in the room or the pity in their rushed tones. ❞ his hands held the armrests tight, his fingers turning paler – Aiguille wasn’t a particularly strong person, but he could feel the hatred boiling. ❝ Until one night, when they were all in another gathering, I saw it again. It was raining hard and it was dark, but I saw it. When my wheelchair got stuck in the mud, I kept going with my cane. When my legs gave up I kept dragging myself but I made it – I reached the castle. It was when I met him. ❞ It had been so long ago, but Aiguille could remember like it was yesterday; right away he knew: that man was a mage.

Mages only existed in stories, but there was no doubt in Aiguille’s mind that he had indeed found a real mage.

❝ It was his magnum opus, and it had energy for one last short trip: a mobile castle, self-sufficient except for the energy source it was lacking. Once he took me in and we traveled for a while, he brought it back to where we were before and the structure buried itself in the soil, leaving only one tower as a proof of its existence. It was when he asked, carelessly, if I wanted it. And just like that I inherited a stranger’s life’s work and he disappeared to never be seen again. ❞ He wasn’t sure why he was telling Kotaro all of this. Perhaps the young man just wanted to take things off his chest, or maybe he wanted the shinobi to know the kind of lord he was pledging his loyalty to. ❝ I wasn’t taught anything, everything I know was from reverse-engineering the castle and studying the material inside. I found its logic…Agreeable, there were some moments that confused me a little at first but it was simple in hindsight. Eventually, after my parents passed and I moved in to the castle permanently, I was contacted by the mage’s former associates. Heh, they were shocked that he never had told me his name at that point but not entirely surprised, that man loved that kind of theatrics. Perhaps I also got some of his flair for outrageous. In any case, it was when I finally got anything close to a proper and formal training in the basics of magecraft. It is my understanding that I have started my education remarkably late.  ❞ Leaning against the backrest, the young man contemplated for a moment: ❝ I can replicate Lady Danzo’s framework, they are far more refined than the one I made but I’m confident I can accomplish it. However she is far more remarkable, I’m afraid I cannot give my creations the breath of life just yet. They are good for numbers, as fodder, or as drones controlled from far away, or something closer to disposable familiars. The Fuuma’s legacy is truly outstanding. ❞ And when he spoke of the legacy, it wasn’t just the accomplishments with Danzo: all of them are amazing in his eyes: Kotaro, Asuka, Chinatsu…Everyone.

✦ ─ ━ Ѕһɩɴоβɩ A shinobi’s word is a promise set in stone, they will follow an command from their master without question whether it’s one with ill-intentions or not . To some degree the shinobi can relate somewhat as some believed(and still do) that Kotaro was unfit to become a shinobi even though he has a body of one due to his compassionate side of himself there but even with that being said he still kept going due to his mother influenced there as well. ❝ They do not believe value your worth as a person, they only see the ever so minor superficial things such as this. ❞  

He mused with a small hum. It reminded of the time where he used to watch his mother just looking outside with a sad look on her face due to thinking that the sun mocked her but he loves her all the same. Soon standing up after hearing those words of conviction and desire there, the shinobi has no regrets in forming a contract with him there, and with that he gave a small bow in return as well.

❝We are at your command, my lord. We will follow you till the very end-that is a promise set in stone, no matter what challenges you’ll face know that we will see to it personally. Use us as you see fit, we will become your blade that peirce through anything, we will become your shadow that those who mock you will cower away from. As for Danzo-san, I don’t think I can help you with that since she was created way before I was ‘born’ there due to being made during the time when the First Fuuma Kotaro was around but I think with your skills and knowledge you’ll think of something-that I’m sure of.❞  

[aliwept]

ok here r my hcs cause im a bitch that wont leave these kids alone (bc tbh they r a .. central part of my childhood and katara was my Gay Awakening)

aang: pangender they/them he/him she/her gay

katara: trans demigirl pan

sokka: demiboy bi

toph: he/him lesbian (butch)

suki: genderfluid xe/xyr bi

zuko: nonbinary masc bi

ty lee: trans she/her lesbian (femme)

mai: nonbinary they/them lesbian

azula: questioning (cassgender?) lesbian

[squuart]

We livin in 2017 while this guys living in 3028

[heich0e]

Ohhh my god they’re all so MEEEEEANNNN in polluted…..good god….. I am begging for any further scraps of thoughts you’re willing to share about that fic, like how each of them genuinely feels about reader, what plans they have for her in the future…fucken hell that is some GOOD fic you wrote. Holy mcfuckening you’re doing amazing, sweetie

AHHH THANK U FOR READING, FRIEND!! my horny magnum opus

i have sort of skirted around mentioning this, but i do have an entire standalone geto WIP in the polluted universe that may give u a better look into what he and reader (and reader and sukuna's) relationships are like, particularly in the aftermath of the original fic heh.

i will say that gojo doesn't rly have any lingering feelings for reader. she's just a friend (and a hole) that happened to be present and willing. choso thinks reader is very pretty and has a bit of a crush on her (especially after the events of the fic) but it's like puppy love bc he is a sweet soft boy <3

[crtter]

Well, in the end, it wasn’t an 100% bad experience. I wouldn’t have had many other opportunity to learn that I’m DEFINITELY not into egg laying otherwise, that’s for sure.