#hermit is bawling

[pininghermit]

Being Nanami's Younger Sibling

Genre: feels and angst

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Sibling Reader (platonic ofc)

Summary: Admiring your older brother's every move was your birth right.

⚠️Spoilers ahead!⚠️

AN: I haven't read the manga. I've watched season one and I do not have the heart to watch season two without multiple breakdowns. So, please ignore plot holes, I am doing this because I googled the plot for fun (┬┬﹏┬┬). I want to do this series for some more jjk characters lmk if you guys are interested. P.S. I cried writing this.

Born out of a cryptic pregnancy, you were an unexpected addition to the family. Your brother, Kento, was just eight years old when you came into the world, and your life from day one revolved around him. Those tiny hands of yours reached out with joyful gurgles the moment your mom handed you to Kento.

He was always the cool sibling even when he kicked you out of his room or didn't take you on his friend's birthday party.

Like a devoted shadow, you were a clingy sibling with a tendency to follow your brother despite the stern looks or eye rolls thrown your way.

Maybe that was the reason that in order to stick by your quiet brother, you learned to fill the silence with your rambles. Even adapted to the shamelessness of ignoring your brother's apparent annoyance with you.

Your phase of copying him did not come as a surprise. Subtle side eyes, peaking over his side, waiting for him to pick something, all to know your brother's choices and making them yours.

Much to your rare embarrassment, you did end up copying your brother's high school hairstyle which remains a tragedy for both of you.

However, it wasn't your insistent following that endeared you to your brother or so you thought. Rather it was your failing grade in mathematics and a traumatic homework session with dad that led you to your brother.

Just when your eyes were full of tears as your tried to please your dad, scared of angering him further, your brother Kento looked up from his book. Sat next to you and taught you gently. Since that day, your brother became your tutor. A respite from your dad's hell tutoring.

That evening you promised to love your brother the most. Give him everything he wanted. Make him proud. You didn't say it out loud, those thoughts were too sweet to be said even by a loose tongued you. Laying in your bed, you looked up to your brother, quite literally, his bunk bed was above yours.

Sneaking you video games he had no interest in, asking for presents that you had been drooling over and he just ended up not needing, asking for your favorite foods on his special days your brother showed love in the most subtle but beautiful ways.

And when he became a sorcerer, your brother became your hero quite literally. For the first time in your life, you found yourself researching something with such passion.

He liked it. Your brother was noble. His heart found joy in saving people. He himself did not realize it for the longest time.

But then he left it all. You remember the ending years of your high school, when your brother took a normal job. Working fixed hours of the day. He needed it. Yet, it was not what he wanted. You could see it.

His eyes no longer gleamed at the end of the day. He was present. Yet, lost at the same time.

During the initial years of college, you lived with him. His apartment was conveniently close to your university. In those peaceful times, you spent evenings taste-testing his cooking, dragging him to college bars and then carrying him back because he drank more than the entire bar combined. Maybe an ordinary life suited Nanami yet, it was missing something as if an amazing cookie without a pinch of salt to bring out it's sweetness.

But it returned. The spark in his eyes came from the bloodied arm on Tuesday evening. Just like that, your brother went back to being a sorcerer.

So, despite the lingering bruises or rare injuries you supported him. What else could you do? You only followed him whatever path he went. Even the days when his blood scared you, you merely helped him with first aid or drove him to the nearest hospital.

You did not burden him with your fears, or your anxiety. His job was to protect the people, and your job was to worry for him.

But your tears did come. On instances when, you sat alone in a silent hospital corridor, you allowed yourself to be scared for your brother. You cried your heart out before wiping your tears and helping your brother with a simple soup that you cooked.

Maybe that day your brother sensed your sorrow. Perhaps that was the reason why he hugged you so tightly. Or simply ignored your soft sobs while hugging you.

But now, everything in the world feels different, foreign. It's as though the tether that once held you to this world has been severed. He never returned, and you were never given an answer. So you waited, evening after evening at six, but he never came back.

Your parents held a funeral, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. How could he be gone? He'd been by your side since your first breath. How could your world possibly exist without him?

Huddled in your childhood bunk bed, you'd look up at his empty bed. "Come back, please," you'd whisper, closing your eyes, hoping that when you opened them, it would all be a bad dream. You waited for him to come and take away the nightmare, just like he did on the nights when you couldn't sleep after watching a horror movie.

It became increasingly difficult to find joy in the world he had saved, as it felt so wrong without him. Did he know how much you treasured him? Did you hug him before he left that day? Was he wronged, was he in pain? You could never know.

You could have stopped him. He left in front of your eyes and you let him. Now you couldn't find him. No matter how hard you tried.

"Don't go where I cannot follow," your whispers were loud echoes in the quiet apartment.

[theworld-accordingtocasey]

So what you’re saying is, Haechan is STILL, yet again, not gonna have a chance to give his body a break

[syn4k]

holy SHIT those were some emotions that needed to escape

[give-grian-rights]

I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT but it's hilarious..oh my god I'm so fucking excited for H to get on the server I feel sick

I think the wildest thing about the decked out 2 guest lineup is. the majority of those guys are like, at least coworkers of tango’s, if not buddies. they’ve done events and series together. they hang out, right? but like. I don’t think tango’s ever even been on the same discord call as hbomb? so I’m picturing tango asking for permission for this at a hermitcraft meeting and listing out names of friends who have asked to play decked out and the mcc hermits all going “WAIT THERE’S SOMEONE YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO INVITE. YOU DON’T KNOW HIM BUT LISTEN—”

[macaronsintrees]

I find it hilarious that the reason I got into the Magnus archives was because I joined the hermitcraft fandom and was desperate for more media so I started listening/reading the hermit archives, found it intriguing and was like, wow! I enjoy horror media ig, I should probably consume the what this was based off of. And 2 weeks later I was sat shaking in my boots listening to mag 200 and bawling my eyes out. So in short children, if you decide to watch silly adults running around playing Minecraft you’ll probably end up listening to a horror podcast that will only end in tragedy!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I’m glad your back! Can I request Part 11 of the Davy Back Fight? (You can take your time with this and not gonna lie, I thought this arc was Filler until I looked it up 😅)

After escaping from some Sea Monkeys (Reader thought they were cute) they find an island where everything is super long! Meeting the Old Hermit Tonjit and Shelly the Horse (Reader is sparkly eyed by Shelly and feeds her long apples) but end up battling the Foxy Pirates in a Davy Back Fight to get Shelly back

They lost Reader to the Foxy Pirates (The Foxy Pirates know her bounty) but they only want her because she’s adorable, as they’re gushing and coddling her for how cute she is (She’s confused, because even though they’re the enemy, they don’t remind her of ‘That Man’)

Regardless Reader wants to be with the Straw Hats, as she shyly says “I want to be with my Big Brothers, Big Sister Nami and Robin, they’re very special to me, like…like my treasure”, which makes the Foxy Pirates and Straw Hats bawl from how sweet that was (Zoro and Robin are clutching their chests)

The Straw Hats promise Reader that they’ll get her back, so she’s just watching the battles, trying the food and playing a few games (She wasn’t upset when Luffy choose Shelly, Nami and Usopp were beating him black and blue rather she was happy since she was worried about Shelly, and gently says “Of course I’m not upset, this was to get Shelly back, and I know my big brother will save me, he’s like a Superhero, a Cool Pirate Superhero!” Which made Luffy bawl, calling Reader ‘Awesome’) though she was confused about Luffy wearing something called an ‘Afro’ (Thinking it’s a giant puff ball) as she was with Robin and Chopper timidly cheering him on (And was happy when Luffy won)

- Reader didn’t call Robin her sister because she doesn’t feel that’s what Robin is to her (She doesn’t realize that the reason why Robin doesn’t feel like a sister is because she’s a Mother Figure instead *Mama Robin*) I just wanted to add that little tidbit of information (For some future drama)

Phew! Sorry if this was a lot! Some of these Arcs are long or have a lot of information! (A lot of them are longer after the Time Skip though, with a few exceptions *Thriller Bark, Water Seven which continued into 2-3 consecutive arcs and Marineford*) You can also shorten/abridged this arc if you want to as well, since this was a lot of stuff (I wouldn’t blame you)

I’m going to be completely honest- but Foxy is one of the few characters in One Piece that I absolutely can’t stand- not sure why but he pisses me off for some reason. This isn't going to be exactly what you requested for this one, but I hope you enjoy it!

-After leaving the G8 base, the decision was made to head to find someone who could not only fix the ship, but find a shipwright as well for the crew.

-You tugged on Ussop’s pants, “What’s a shipwright?” he kneeled down next to you, putting a hand on your head with a grin, “A shipwright is someone who builds and repairs ships. We’re looking for someone to fix Merry and then travel with us in case if the ship gets damaged again so they can fix it.”

-You nodded, beaming before Robin picked you up, holding you up on her hip, “Time for a nap Y/N.” you nodded softly, “Will you read to me?” Robin smiled softly, adoring your question as she loved to read to you as Zoro called out that there was an island coming up.

-You wanted to stay up because you wanted to see the new island but Robin smiled after she sat you on your bed, “I’ll wake you up if there’s anything interesting to see.” You nodded, agreeing before crawling up to your pillow to lay down and beamed up at Robin who grabbed one of her books.

-You were out within minutes, sleeping quietly as she walked back out to rejoin the rest of the crew as the ship approached this strange island, Long Ring Long Land.

-Robin didn’t wake you back up after the crew was bullied into a Davy Back Challenge by Foxy the Silver Fox and the Foxy Pirates, and they had all silently agreed to try to keep your existence a secret, just in case if Foxy tried to take you.

-You woke up after a loud crashing sound, sitting up with a small whine, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around, wondering what was going on.

-You wandered out, standing on your tip toes to see Usopp putting an afro wig on top of Luffy’s head which made question marks fly around your head as you headed to the gangplank, walking down.

-Porsche saw you and her eyes turned into hearts, “You’re so cute!!” she hugged you close after running over and you were struggling to get free, not knowing her as you began to panic as she shouted at Foxy to win so she could cuddle you and Chopper more.

-You managed to get out and run to hide behind Chopper, peeking out which made her squeal on how shy you were before Robin stepped in front of the two of you, protecting you both which made Porsche glare fiercely, seeing her as a rival for your affections.

-You and Chopper both hugged Robin’s legs who wasn’t bothered as you questioned what was going on as you watched Luffy and Foxy fighting one another.

-Robin explained that the Foxy Pirates challenged the Straw Hats to a Davy Back Challenge, where members of each crew competed against each other, and whatever team won could take a member from the losing crew for their own.

-You were horrified, hugging Chopper, tears welling in your eyes after you learned that he had been lost to the Foxy Pirates, but won back by Zoro and Sanji, and now it was the final battle, with the winning captain taking whatever they wanted, and Foxy wanted the Straw Hat crew as his own.

-You cheered for Luffy as he won, taking Foxy’s flag as payment, painting a new one and you even got to help, putting some glitter on it to make it pretty, something Porsche thanked you for before asking if you wanted to join the Foxy Pirates.

-You were polite in answering her, shaking your head, “I want to stay with my big brothers, my big sister Nami, and Mama Robin.” She pouted, wanting Foxy to issue another Davy Back Challenge, but they just took their new flag and ran off, swearing revenge while you waved bye-bye to them with Sanji. Robin couldn't help but smile, hearing your words, calling her Mama, but it felt nice that you thought of her in that way.

-Luffy beamed, holding onto your hand as he grinned, “I’m going to introduce you to my new friends, one is a really tall horse named Shelley, and the other is a weird old guy called Tonjit."

-Outside the front of the house, there was a very tall man sleeping, who was awoken by your approaching crew, you didn’t know this man but you froze, scared as you saw Robin fall to her rear in fear, introducing this man as Admiral Aokiji, one of the three admirals in the marines at the moment.

-Aokiji yawned loudly, surprising everyone, before he spoke, “I ain’t here to fight with you. I just wanted to see where Nico Robin wound up after Alabasta.” He looked down at you as you were hiding behind Luffy and he smiled, “Aww- you’re a cutie! Want a candy?” he held out a lollipop for you, which surprised you, but you took it after he kneeled down, ruffling your hair gently.

-You were in awe, your eyes sparkling as Aokiji used his ice Devil Fruit to make a path for Tonjit and Shelly to reunite with his tribe and you waved goodbye to them.

-Despite appearing friendly early, Aokiji instantly turns and spoke, deeming the crew as a threat, especially Robin, who can read something called a Poneglyph and that every time Robin joins an organization, she’s always the last survivor.

-Aokiji then looked at you, like he was going to say something before Robin attacked him and he easily blocked her attack with a blade made from frozen grass, going to attack her before Zoro and Sanji blocked the blow before getting thrown back, Sanji’s leg being covered in ice and the same with Zoro’s arm.

-Luffy tried to rush at him, throwing a punch before getting his fist frozen which made you fall to your rear in fear before Robin tried again, only for him to freeze her whole body, making your mouth fall open in fear as you screamed out her name.

-When Aokiji tried to break the frozen Robin, Luffy stopped him before Usopp grabbed her and Nami grabbed you and Chopper and fled back to the ship.

-You cried loudly once on the ship, clutching at Robin as you had used your quirk to unfreeze her, worrying all of them as Robin held you close, worrying for Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp who had gone back.

-When you saw your big brother frozen just like Robin you felt like you couldn’t breathe before unfreezing him as well, using your reversal quirk. You only had a minor fever afterwards, nothing too worrisome, but you couldn’t stop crying, even after you gave yourself the hiccups, being held by Luffy who was glaring hard.

-They had all had a harsh reality check on the power of others in this world, realizing they needed to get some strong crew mates if you all were going to survive in this unforgiving world. They had to get stronger so they could protect you, something Robin mentioned after you cried yourself to sleep, “We were lucky that he didn’t take Y/N- if he wanted to, he could have.”

-Elsewhere, riding a bicycle over the ocean on a thin strip of ice, Aokiji sneezed suddenly, “Oh~ I wonder who’s talking about me? I wonder if I forgot something~ hmmm- must have not been important.” Before continuing on his journey.

[sugar-omi]

no bc the breakup anon is giving me ideas. Like imagine that step 3 moment argument (the one with terri and miranda) was one of the many fights you and cove had (some wayy worse). Then one day you've had enough and dump his ass at the poppy field :(. I can totally imagine being on his knees, crying and barely getting his words out. "Please don't leave too," is what he's giving if ykwim. After all you were his first friend after his parents divorce. Very much a waterfall for the next 3 weeks. Doesn't go to the beach, pretzel stall, aquarium, he's too busy bawling his eyes. Cliff's just standing at the door hearing his poor bby cry his heart out lol. Pretty sure Cove becomes a hermit. Omg don't even get me started abt if you accidentally run into each other. Right after the break up, he'll def try to talk to you, trying to talk things over. "Cove, we're over." "But I lov-" "Yeah no <//3" After awhile he'll just freeze up at the sight of you. lol i would type more but my fingers are tiredddddd

jfc. ""please don't leave me too"" would so be his reaction.

wouldn't be surprised if he said he needed you. because he does! he thinks he does. he believes he needs you.

you've been by his side so faithfully for the last 10 years. partially forced because of your houses being just mere feet from each other, but you still pulled toward each other like magnets.

his heart has been yours since day 1. and he thought he had yours. you fought, but who doesnt? you can't just call it quits after one argument, the argument didn't even make sense! you were right! he shouldn't have been so mad, terri and miranda can handle their issues on their own! you were right, he was too sensitive to the situation. so just come back! he won't overreact next time so just.. jus come back. he needs you. he doesn't know what to do without you...

please don't look at him like that, don't tell him he doesn't need you. don't say that stuff.

you've been there for every moment of his life since he was 8 years old. there's hardly been a moment you weren't together. you're in nearly every single picture with him.

even his graduation photos. you're in them, right beside him, or in the background. or christmas photos, you're right there, smiling that sweet smile as he cries over the sweet gift you got him that year.

you're everywhere. his room has pictures of you, his phone filled with your image, and his lock screen is of you. your scent is on his clothes, there's things of yours left in his room. gifts from you.

even if every piece of evidence of you was stripped away, he can't close his eyes without seeing you.

he knows he sounds crazy, probably looks crazier. maybe it's a trauma bond. call it whatever you want. it doesn't change the fact he needs you, doesn't change the fact that he's still yours.

even when you ignore him in the grocery store. even when you look away from him in the library. even when you quiet down when you make eye contact through the window of the Chinese restaurant..

even when his calls go straight to voicemail. even when your window is tightly locked. even when your sister tells him to leave you alone, a look of sympathy thick on her face...

he's still yours. he's so helplessly yours.

[bcofl0ve]

Hey, I'm just joining the fandom and intensely in love with Austin! I feel like you're a great reference in the fandom and I'm in the process of finding out more about Austin and his personality, but he's very reserved, how would you describe him and his life beyond the cliche that's on the internet haha ​​(I love your account)

hi, and welcome! <3 happy to be here and be the "hey girl you know a lot about this man let's chat" resource bahaha. it makes the hyperfixation worth it!

i want to preface this by saying that i of course don't personally know him. my "read" of his personality is just for fun, and i know that to some to degree it's just a creative writing exercise. but here we go!

he is like you said- pretty shy, which he's talked about frequently himself. in his 2019 vman interview (at least i think its that one) he talks about how his parents tried to put him in sports as kid but he hated it and came home crying LMFAO. sweet little thing- in the most affectionate way possible i think that is so Very Austin.

but he's not a total hermit either. catherine martin (baz luhrmann's wife, costume person and producer on elvis) said he has a naughty sense of humor and i 1000% believe that. i think he has a good sense of humor, even if he saves a chunk of that for the people he knows personally. which is fair! when you're in the public eye you gotta hold onto the private parts of yourself that you can, and while i'd loveee to hear what catherine martin is referring to i fully respect that ^. here's one of my fav funny moments we have gotten though. and another one, my #1 favorite of all time.

he's clearly a very lovey person. i joke a lot about the pda sightings (ie the famous "heavy" mask on mask pda at erewhon blind), but i think it's a fair assumption that he's a touch as a love language person. and not just with his gf, he seems very huggy! some of my fav pap pictures of him are of him being lovey with kaia's dad lol! (examples here and here- funny follow up to the second one here)

i also think he's very self-aware and introspective. there's an interview from elvis press where he talks about meeting lisa marie for the first time and about how crazy that was because in working on the movie he felt like he "knew her" as a child and suddenly here she was in front of him as this grown woman. which i think is a really fascinating way to think about that- and a good example of how the cogs turn in that brain of his. i think what he says on the marc maron podcast interview about crying doing a deep breathing exercise is a good example of this too. if you stick around the fandom you'll see that some people get verry worried about him. and while i get it (for ex, i was so worried about him after lisa died i bawled to my dad on the phone about it) i take comfort in how self-aware he seems to be in that i trust him to take good care of himself.

sorry for the essay this turned into- but i hope it was useful! and feel free to follow up if you wanna keep this convo going (:

[rainintheevening]

Chronicles of Narnia 30 Day Challenge — Day 1

What is your favourite book?

The Last Battle.

It's hard to explain, but that one left the most indelible mark on me, on its own. Like the four Pevensies+Eustace books all kind of go together for me, and had similar impacts, so I can't really separate one book out of them.

The Horse and His Boy is a close runner up, but Last Battle wins out on account of making me cry for sheer wild longing every time I read the last chapter.

HHB was my favourite as a kid, mostly because horses, but also there were lots of things in Shasta's story that stood out to me, particularly the part where he has to keep running on foot after getting to the hermit's house, as well as his encounter with Aslan in the mist. I didn't like LB all that much, it frightened me, reading about the death of Narnia.

But now I love LB, it has so much pain but so much hope, a 'right bit more than hope' as movie Mr. Beaver put it. It really came home for me one time when I finished listening to the FotF Radio Theatre version, and I sat there bawling because I wanted so badly for it to be true, and then I picked up my Bible, flipped to Revelation, and read all the way through it out loud in one go, as the sun set outside my window, and summer twilight fell. And I read 'Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus' as a prayer that turned my longing to hope.

And especially as I get older, and the wretchedness of the world increases, I see more and more beauty in the idea of staying true to the end no matter what happens to you, no matter how many or how few stand with you. Love can make anything beautiful, even that.

"That was the dream, this is the morning."

Okay, tearing up right now.

[icewolfieposts]

so i finished my playthrough of madou monogatari ars S today, and um. highlights from the voice chat and the overall game while i played in order that i remember them (mostly from the second half of the game. i started playing this a while ago and didn't finish until today):

-during the bowling puzzle i accidentally clicked the hermit's wine instead of the bowling ball, and @nenilein brought up the mental image of this fourteen year old schezo taking a huge swig of alcohol before throwing the ball, and just. we all kind of collectively died. vc was imploding on itself

-schezo will never be bawling. bolling. balling (the half-asleep me's attempt to talk about said bowling puzzle.)

-there is an npc named häagen duck. apparently his name is supposed to be a häagen-dazs reference? we all joked he looked like scrooge and i went and got my half-eaten pint of häagen-dazs to complete the bit.

-i also need to mention that there's a fortune telling rat and a monkey you exchange a pomegranate seed to to get a key. with the latter especially i feel like schezo can talk to animals from expressions alone. the monkey is literally just a normal monkey compared to other npcs and it's kinda funny. disney princess schezo

-the dark sword itself is actually much harder than runelord. pro tip! this is a deliberate choice. i died twice to the sword and one of those times was literally just the unluckiest rng ever. if you have iron shields, USE THEM ASAP. thanks chat for helping me w this

-schezo definitely got the unintentional innuendo talk from runelord. it's there for only three text boxes but because of screen time that's really all we need lmao

-the exit is literally just a sign that points up and says "exit." you just need to get a ladder after defeating runelord. it's so funny

-you also need to ring a doorbell before going to battle him. he Insists on politeness even in death

-the hint guy is useless. every hint is very obvious and the only one you might want starts a late game sidequest that you really don't need. he looks goofy as shit

-gei is. a thing. we don't talk about that one.

-compile sure did game design. there is a lever puzzle and it was the most disorienting shit in my life. adhd does not help!

[randomheadcanons1234]

Docm headcanons

He is a mix of creeper, goat and butterfly but also part cyborg

His body is really warm, so warm that he can fry an egg on his body when he is sick

Even though he is a creeper hybrid he is one of the hermits who never exploded a kitchen

He is an amazing cook

The saddest films can’t make him cry but if he sees a sad baby/animal he will start bawling

He has man boobs

He is allergic to cats

He can’t really put into words how much he cares about his friends but will show it with actions

His favourite film genre is comedy

He will never admit it but his favourite film is mean girls

He listens to musicals on repeat his favourite is six

Because of doccy he has watched every Barbie movie and has gotten really invested

He knows every Barbie song by heart

Prefers dreamworks over Pixar’s

Used to be a motivation speaker

Is pretty athletic

One a see monster ate his arm, but it was the metallic one so he controlled it out of the stomach of the monster and traumatised some kids

[pininghermit]

Dreams with no Name

Request: @queenondeezmatatas Have you ever heard of the time traveler’s wife? I’ve been thinking about a similar concept with Adrian lately. A time traveler randomly starts appearing in his life who comes and goes and eventually he finds out they’re married in the future and omg. Or what if Adrian himself time travels into the past, before his partner died when they were both much younger, and seeing her again and so young breaks his heart…

Pairing: Adrian x Reader

Genre: Angst man angst with a possible happy ending 🤭

Summary: You were a fleeting dream in his life. An achingly sweet dream.

AN: I am so sorry for this massive delay but I struggled with this prompt. I don't know I wanted to write something different. Blend stories of time travel and I do plan to give it another try but this is based on the second part of your request. Hopefully, I can plan a good time travel story.

Adrian couldn't close his eyes. He couldn't allow himself to witness all that was lost. But like a bruise that tempts someone to press on it, Adrian's grief forced him to the thorough of the past.

Of all that he had lost, there was one loss not known to many.

It was a quiet chapter. Despair he gifted to himself.

He did not possess anything but fleeting images of you. All that he had was burnt to ashes. All that remained were memories of the past.

So, alone in the dark rooms of his castle, he replayed those memories. He reminisced about the feel of your lips, the tilt of your eyes, the bridge of your nose.

Some days he could feel it under his fingertips. He could hear the chimes of your voice in his dreams. It was better than losing you, he reasoned with himself.

He could still see your eyebags, your sunken cheeks, and hear the struggle of your failing lungs. Even in his dreams, he reached for your hunched form.

His mother was there in those dreams. Holding you with him. She fed you the best of the draughts. Anything to ease your agony. He remembered how hard his mother had tried to save you.

You were a fleeting dream in his life. An achingly sweet dream.

He was young back then. Lisa had found you battered, gasping in an unlit alleyway with a number tattooed on your wrist.

She brought you to Castle Dracula. And Adrian had been intrigued by the new addition.

You were frail. His mother told him, stuck with an infection in your lung. An infection from frequent drowning, forced drowning.

You never mentioned your past. Even the name he knew you by seemed to be made up.

Yet, despite the wounds on your body, the decline of your vision, the struggle of grasping for air, you were beautifully in love with living. You were easygoing with your smiles, never stingy with laughter that left you in pain.

Somehow all the cruelty that the world forced on you failed to erase your kindness.

Even in his dreams that seemed to take him back to the past with you, Adrian failed to notice even an ounce of grief. You sat next to him, talking for hours.

He'd heard all those words several times; after all, he did not possess enough figments of you not to be able to memorize everything about you. But every time your words seemed to settle into his heart with the same fervor.

"You know the snow and freezing wind won't be doing you any favors," Adrian repeated the words he remembered from the past. He dusted the snow gathered in your hair before his arms wrapped around you, picking you up.

Just like every other time, your arms circled his neck, and you rested your head on his chest. Your hair softly fell on your face. "Just because there's a danger of falling, birds don't stop flying, just because winter comes every year, greenery doesn't give up on blooming in spring. Then what do I have to lose," you spoke in riddles as always.

Adrian loved to listen anyway. He knew his next words, his tone, his expression so he followed it, playing the part of his past self. "You're losing comfort. Why are you so set on accelerating the speed of your demise?" His past self couldn't understand your inability to protect yourself from the inevitable pain.

You chuckled teasingly, warming your freezing hands on his nape. He irritably shifted you in his arms. Even in these dreams, your hands felt so real. "It isn't pain that scares me, Adrian. It's the inability to escape it. Every time I feel it, I try to find a way to free myself from the helplessness of enduring it," this was the closest he ever came to your past. Looking back at him, you smiled. "And you always come to get me, don't you?" You kissed his lips.

In the desperation of his dream, he clung to you longer. He kissed you deeper. His kiss wavered only when he felt your quivering lips. He stopped, looking back at you.

This felt different, as if his loss of control had reshaped his past. "How long will you keep rescuing me, Adrian? When will you save yourself?" His steps faltered as he looked at your words.

He stared at you. He didn't remember this. Was he forgetting you? Did he remember the past wrong?

Your hand rested on his cheek, turning his face to look at you.

Just then, passing by the corridor, he saw himself carrying a shawl, heading the same way he had brought you from. He looked at you, still in his arms.

"How long will you continue forcing yourself into a past long gone? Adrian," you cupped his face, "It's time to go." You smiled at him despite your words.

"I… let me stay here," he begged you. "Everything but this is gone," he barely gathered the courage to look in your eyes. "Please… please keep me here," he pulled you closer despite his trembling arms.

"Life isn't meant for past darling," you wipe his tears with you sleeve. The lingering fragrance of herbs fills his senses. "Go back to your present and let me find you again." You kiss him again and the world fades into the dark.

[heliosthegriffin]

I got thrown across the multiverse, and all I got were these lame scars

Summary: Jaune’s doing .... alright, better than before at least. Currently, he’s living with his sister and her wife in Argus doing odd jobs, catching up with his education and paying his tutor, while also trying to remember how to read and write properly in Remnants tongue and script.

It’s not easy settling back in, especially after how his trip was, and his was pretty bad, the multiverse is a brutal place, and he had a extended seven year trip that started when he was just twelve. 

Now at least, it seemed he was back for good, and as far as worlds went, Remnant was far from the worse, at least they’re wasn’t anybody plotting world destruction, right?

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It was rare, or at least was rare, that Saphron and Terra got to enjoy a night out, ever since Adrian had been conceived they were too busy planning and adjusting they’re lives for when he would be born.

Party nights, going out with friends, drinking and having sushi, that was all forgotten about, they had a new life to care for and grow together, and they needed to prepare for him and make sure he would be healthy.

And, that life style continued for almost two years, including Terra’s pregnancy, them practically becoming hermits, as they cared for they’re son together, it was tough, but both of them considered it a high-point of they’re relationship, and sign of how well they went together.

Then, he showed up, Saphron’s long-lost, presumed dead, little brother, Jaune Arc.

Everything changed, immediately, it had been sheer coincident that they met at a diner he was working at, Greasy Eddie’s, Terra thought it was called, they had been leaving the port, and were hungry enough to not care how bad the food was for them.

Then Adrian started crying, like he was trying to get they’re attention, and then Terra saw those blue eyes, that same eyes as her wife, and Saphron dropped her scroll, and in a blur of motion, she hugging him, bawling her eyes out.

Terra could hardly believe her own eyes, the last time she had seen him, he was a little boy waving to her across a scroll screen, and then, Saphron turned around for what was must have been five second, and he was gone, just gone, not trace or sign, with the footage at the CCT Terminal they had been at just showed him there one frame, and gone the next.

It was impossible to rule it as Semblance based interference, as no signs of Aura were found, and Semblances, as random and powerful as they were, followed physics in some weird way, and based on evidence, or lack there of, it was judged that it would have to be several different powerful semblances at work at once to pull off.

Something impossible, considering this was a CCT that was guarded by several people with Huntsman training, someone would have to sensed something, anything, and yet nothing.

And, all that for some kid, of a huntsman yes, but not even a particularly well-known one. It just didn’t add up.

It made inter-kingdom news, from Vacuo to Mistral, with even Menagerie chimed in on the case. Specialist from across the world tried to solve the case, not all of them out of the good of they’re heart, others for the fame, and others to have a trained huntsman in they’re pocket.

They all failed.

The case was closed, and Jaune was consider dead by the world at large.

Saphron and her sisters, the rest of her family, all the Arcs, they never gave up.

And, her he was, in some dingy diner next to the port, that smelled of rotten fish, vomit, and urine.

Terra couldn’t believe her eyes, or his reaction.

He froze, not he didn’t freeze, he jerked back, trying to gain distance and for a couple moments, Terra feared for her wife’s life, as she saw the glazed, cold look in his eyes, his hands a blur, before the words that she was sobbing out, hit him.

She didn’t even see where he got the knife from.

Then he froze, stiffly, as though a hug was a unfamiliar gesture to him. He looked at her, like he was seeing something familiar, and putting together the pieces, mumbling out a dozen different words, that Terra had no clue what they could mean.

It was several long moments before Terra understood what he said, as he said the right word. “Sssisster?” He asked awkwardly, in a very odd, untraceable accent.

Saphron only tightened her hug, and Jaune moved to hug back, with both arm, but stopped himself, letting his right arm fall away, and hugged her tightly with his left.

Then she essentially dragged him over to the table, and little Adrian practically jumped into what should have been a strangers arms. Terra probably should have expected that, Arc’s were just weird like that, she sword they could sense each other via proximity, or to that effect.

Terra was stunned and quiet listening to her wife fire question after question at her brother, all while he cradled his nephew for the first time, awe upon his face looking at the child.

Then it came time to leave, and they didn’t, Saphron made them wait until his shift was over, then told him, in a tone that offered no other option, he was coming back with them.

He seemed confused, it took her a couple tries to get the point across, it was like he had trouble understanding they’re words, well Saphrons words. Terra had found herself too, unbelieving she supposed, to say anything.

It seemed to good to be true. Everything changed, her brother in law was there, living in they’re spare bedroom, when he wasn’t doing ... something, he was cleaning they’re house, cooking, or helping taking care of Adrian. It was like she had suddenly gotten a little brother and housekeeper in one package.

And, they could start going out and having a social life again.

Like tonight, going out with a couple from her work, eating at a fine restaurant, and walking home.

Terra was disgusted with herself at the fact that she didn’t trust Jaune as far as she could throw him, and he was much heavier than she was strong.

“I don’t like this,” Terra said, after they were within sprinting distance of they’re house. “Adrian’s still young, we need to be careful who influences him, he needs his mothers around to give him good examples while we still can,”

Saphron gave her wife a side-long glance, her eyes digging into her. “Are you saying that my brother’s a bad influence?”

Terra wanted to say yes, so badly yes, but Saphron was no longer rational around her brother, no Arc was around Jaune, so she had to pick her words carefully. “He needs help Saph, you know this,”

Saphron look at her with icy eyes for a half-second, before looking away softly. “He needs his family, Terra, I need him. Adrian deserves to know his uncle, and they say, boys need a strong male figure in they’re lives, Jaune can be that figure.”

“It’s not that he can’t,” Terra linked hands with Saphron, holding her hand tightly. “But, he’s off, his mind isn’t where it’s supposed to be, I mean, when was the last time you saw him sleep? Or when he does, when did it look like he hadn’t been crying?”

Saphron made a bitter expression. “I haven’t, but I don’t even want to imagine what he was like when he was alone, how painful that must of been, enduring what he had too by himself.”

Terra had too look away from Saphron’s genuine expression of concern for her brother, she had always been far more caring than Terra was, as far as she was concerned, that amount of people she loved was two.

But, even she had to admit, she felt immense pity for her brother-in-law.

It took her a moment, but she found another rebuttal. “Then, how painful must it be, if he doesn’t ever get himself treated? He can’t get better by himself, and we’re delaying the inevitable. What if he snaps and hurts-”

“Terra-Cotta Arc, don’t you ever! Ever! Say that about my brother!” Terra was force on the back foot, as Saphron rounded on her with a absolutely visceral snarl. “He would die for us! Kill for us, before he ever even consider the possibly of thinking about hurting Adrian, me, or you! So, take that nasty, terrible thought and lock it up, where the sun don’t shine, or so help me, I will show you the fury of a woman of the clan Arc!” Saphron panted red-faced, and Terra would admit she was death afraid of her wife when her temper was roused.

Also, attracted and very painfully aware of how shaky her legs became when she got like this.

“Are we, understood?” Saphron said with a tone that would be measured in the negative degrees.

Terra nodded, cheeks blushing.

“Good,” Saphron leaned in and took her hand, “Glad that we got that sorted out, now lets go check up on the boys, ok?”

Terra nodded weakly, she doubted she would be able to bring this topic up again, anytime soon, if ever.

It took mere minutes to get back home, and unlock the door, then disarm the security, and the tripwires, and the other defenses that Jaune had installed, much to Terra’s displeasure.

She was frowning as it happened, but the moment she stepped in, she was frozen, a soft lullaby was being sung, one that Terra had never heard before, one that she didn’t understand, as it sounded like it was being sung in a half-dozen tongues.

Her eyes watered, and she trembled, Saphron was openly crying, Terra noticed, and they followed the sound of the voice into the living room, where Jaune lay on the couch, cradling a sleeping Adrian a look of avuncular love on his face, singing what was both gibberish and a deeply moving song, if one knew the words.

Saphron tightened her grip, and Terra turned to look at her, a look of pride and smugness on her face, and Terra realized, that she was right, Jaune would never hurt them, any of them, not in any amount of years.

She knew that, as she and Saphron went to bed, but it didn’t change the fact, she didn’t trust Jaune, couldn’t trust Jaune, he set her hairs on end, and made her shiver with a look, he was trouble, and even if he would die for them, what did that mean, if they all got killed too?

He was dangerous, and she did not want danger around her baby, any mother would feel the same, if only Saphron could see that. It wasn’t the fact he had disappear for the better half of a decade, or the fact her nearly killed her wife, or that he might stunt Adrian’s social ability by talking to him in a language that only two people on Remnant would understand.

It was the fact, that trouble always attracted trouble, and Terra had a deep feeling, that Jaune was going to cause them so, so much trouble.

[stiffyck]

I haven’t even watched tcd, I didn’t even know it was a thing until I started hearing about it from you and now I’m thinking about it so hard.

I keep thinking about the whole “would scar hurt cleo thing” (hi that anon was me) and how far would that actually pushed. Cleo thinks it’s just one of those quirks the hermits have the first couple of times Scar snipes her out of the blue, maybe a prank she wasn’t aware of. Then one time Scar is closer when he fires and she doesn’t miss the way his face looks, cold and calculated with zero remorse, like an entirely different person and she doesn’t forget it.

The next few times it happens, she pays more attention to where he is. When she finds him on top of a room from a good 50 blocks away, she realizes just how good of a shot he is. He’s precise, and doesn’t hesitate, which is odd for the guy she sees a death message for at least once a day over something as small as tripping into a cavern.

Scar doesn’t ever say sorry. There was never a chest for her stuff. He’s gone without a trace by the time she gets back, the only indicator ever being the repeated ZombieCleo was shot by GoodTimesWithScar lighting up the chat, sometimes in intervals of two or three deaths in a row.

Joe asks her one day “Who’s winning?” and she asks him “to what?” “That game you and Scar are playing.” She stares at him for a good minute before quickly bidding Joe a goodbye and rushing off in the direction of Scar’s base.

She thinks she probably should have expected getting nailed in the face with an arrow (again) after knocking on the door. Either way, she comes back, her items on Scar’s living room floor. For once, he’s there, staring at the items with this look on his face that she can’t decipher. She snaps at him (arguably, a little more mean than she meant) detailing the last month and a half of arrows slung at her. And to her surprise, he just starts bawling.

He was too embarrassed about the repeated hits on her to show himself afterwords, but always stuck around to make sure none of her things despawned. He was too embarrassed that he was afraid of her, a friend, whenever she got within his field of view. He was terrified he would be asked to leave if anyone else found out what he was doing wasnt for fun. It was deliberate. And to his surprise, Cleo instead offered nothing but comfort and understanding.

Every once and awhile, even after he eventually got comfortable enough to share why he had been doing it all, she still hears the whistle of an arrow and a death message from Scar (more so when he donned that “Hotguy” thing). Cleo finds she doesn’t mind it as much. Especially when Scar is there picking up her stuff with a lopsided smile she recognizes, a slight shake to his hands, and an apology on his lips. Scar finds, for the first time since he was a teen, that he doesn’t mind a zombie’s touch.

THIS GOT WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO I AM SO SO SORRY.

OHHH MY GODDD I LOVE THIS SM

[bluiex]

asdfghjkl I wasn’t expecting people to actually like the TCD-YHS au so much lol. I’m much more awake this time so here’s some more thoughts.

In the original idea where they meet in the TCD universe instead of season nine after both coming through the rift, I’m picturing Grian being actually quite a bit younger than Scar. Specifically, this would they would have met not long after his parents left him, so Grian is maybe 5 or 6 while Scar is in his early teens. In this version of events Grian is probably too young to have started the gender crisis, so we’ll stick with she/her pronouns for now. Anyway, Scar is out looking for supplies and stuff when he hears crying and even though it sends alarms ringing in his head, he goes to check it out because zombies don’t sound like that. And when he turns the corner and sees this little girl just bawling her eyes out his first reaction is actually that he’s totally lost it and is hallucinating because she just looks so out of place? Like she’s clearly upset, but her hair is brushed back neatly and her dress is still free from the dirt and grime that he’s learned to live with. But he figures that in the off chance that he’s not seeing things that aren’t there, he should really do something because if she keeps crying like this it’s going to attract some unwanted attention.

In the rift version of events, where they’re closer to the same age, we could go a few different ways. As a young teenager Grian would probably have started being uncomfortable being treated as a girl, but with all the other trauma going on probably wouldn’t have put two and two together just yet. I like to make things a little spicy by imagining that young Grian and young Scar absolutely do not trust each other at first because of their unique brands of trauma and coping methods. So Scar is used to being the only living person around and anything that moves is a threat, and he feels safer when he has easy access to his gun and can point it at whatever’s scaring him. Grian at this point in life has trauma about guns and as soon as Scar pulls it out he immediately goes on the ‘red alert! Danger!’ list. For extra fun we could imagine that Grian grabs the gun out of his hands and turns it on him and that’s the scene the adult hermits walk in on…

Aww oh my goodness. I adore the idea of Scar finding and helping Grian who's just a kid qoq

[weebsinstash]

Maybe it's the primal/prey in me. But I like the idea of fighting a werewolf during a camping trip because my friends are pusses who'd try to run while I would be like bring it on bitch. And they feel the urge to mate me instead. So they then have them try to befriend me and learn my routine as a human so they could get me alone when I'm not protecting anyone else so they could see that fear in my eyes and try to feel the urge to kill me, and they still find feel the need to make me their mate. They've seen me both vulnerable and powerful and they need to possess all of me

God, there was this idea I've been having and building on about a Reader who retreats to a small town that's more rural and closed off than a typical city and you're basically becoming burnt out on modern human society to the point you quite legitimately feel the urge to just turn into a hermit living in a shack somewhere just to get away from it all, and one night you're so sleep deprived because those goddamn wolves keep howling near your place and you're struggling with your job and you hate your life and your family and all the bad stories in the news that, you just walk outside and start running through the woods on a moonlit night, just running and running because you just feel afraid, trapped, you need to get away, you dont even know anymore, and eventually going really deep into the forest into a clearing or something before you just start screaming and wailing and calling out, just crying with your entire soul, and suddenly there are the wolves, they're there with you, not attacking or anything, just beginning to all howl with you as you scream your anguish out to the night sky

And the next morning you're going to the grocery store and your eyes are all swollen and puffy and people aren't like completely mean mugging you as an outsider anymore and you go to check out your groceries and you realize you forgot your wallet and you're about to start absolutely bawling your eyes out and about to put everything back when suddenly multiple people are stepping forward to chip in, oh its their pleasure, everyone has struggles, we've all been there right? Except?? They were all treating you like shit basically since you got here, what changed?

Gee it may have had something to do with like having a massive ass breakdown in front of a really suspiciously large number of wolves who just kind of watched over you and lowkey herded you back towards your home when you were done crying. You know how fucking big wolves are? They sure ain't dog sized. Some of these werewolf audiobooks describe the alpha wolves nearly rivaling the size of bears sometimes 😭 you're just crying and suddenly you're ready to piss yourself because the biggest wolf of the entire group is like, gingerly stepping up to you with paws the size of your fucking head and you're thinking it's slowly approaching because it's about to attack or give you a "test bite" like when bears are checking if something is edible and it just. Gives you a quick nuzzle, maybe a lick to your wet cheeks

Like imagine if, obviously you don't know this is a werewolf pack and you're probably none too keen on having your snow white moment, so if they pretended to be vicious creatures by, say, growling and approaching you really aggressively, well, youre going to take off running (unless you faint which is an entirely different problem) and maaaaybe it's a total coincidence they chase you all the way back to your house when you hadn't realized how lost and far from home you were? And maybe they also thought it was quite fun to run with you, even if you were crying and acting like a little bunny, a little piece of fragile prey for them. Wolves do love a good chase, platonic or otherwise c;

I know I derailed from what you were actually talking about though lol, but I guess the more "feral" nature of the two ideas reminded me of each other lol. I HAVE listened to werewolf audiobooks where the guy was into his mate fighting back because as a wolf, male, and alpha, it sated his natural desires to like impose dominance and control, and also just the primal sloppiness of it, so like, imagine you've got this werewolf sonuvabitch just chasing you and trying to you know "mate" and he's all but open mouth drooling because he "likes em feisty" and its like boy I am literally trying to KILL YOU? Like imagine managing to get the jump on him, like you hide and jump out from around a corner, amd bash him over the head with a rock or a big stick, and it would have worked, IF he was human, so he just turns around all "you know what, im actually impressed c:" before, you know, folding you like a pretzel and breeding you 😩💦