#hiraeth spoilers

[sleepykas]

Requested by @tuzesdays

arc 1 vs. arc 3

[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[allurasgrace]

👀 What do y'all think if I go back to like ch 37 and add a new scene?

The SCENE is from Pumyra's POV, after Mumm-Ra has been driven away by Leopara... slight spoilers under Read More

Have any of you wondered how Leopara ended up being carried out by her? 👀 Maybe that wasn't what Pumyra planned

But why change her plan?

[saintlethanavir]

Hiraeth 'Rook' Kantor || they/them || Mourn Watch Mage

'Hiraeth Kantor, my former apprentice and assistant, deserves their place within the Watch. This venture you have placed them on may lead to certain death, Master Varric Tethras gets into more danger than any one of you know. Their actions during the War of Banners is reason for promotion, not expulsion. None of this order had the courage to face Baron Von Markham, lest he destroy us all from within -- save for Hiraeth Kantor. It is a dishonor to their family, who have served loyally to the Watch, to cut their career path short. All of you know what Elethara Kantor did. You know how important she was to the Mortalitasi, to Nevarra -- do not let your embarrassment and fractured pride lead to her grandchild's untimely death.

I decree in this, my last will and testament, that Hiraeth Kantor must remain within the Mourn Watch, and that their future will not be impeded by your asinine opinions. Should they wish to, of course. I would not blame them if they left the order entirely, but it is my hope that young Hiraeth will have a long, fruitful life in the one place that brought them comfort.

By now you know that I am not long for this world. Should I not return to my family's crypt, I leave my earthly possessions, all of my notes and research, as well as my home to Hiraeth Kantor. They are the best of us all, and were the friend I sorely needed in these last few years of my life.

I wish them well, and hope that the dead protect them on their path.

- An excerpt from a letter to Rook, written in the scrawling hand of Lord Konstantin Pentaghast, a necromancer within the Mourn Watch. It is signed by the senior members of the Watch, noted along side it the date that Pentaghast disappeared into the depths of the Necropolis, never to be seen again.

[ishgard]

the counter cute to that other post

bonus:

[chiyoso]

I FUCKING IDENTIFY AS JOGO'S ARM HOLY SHIT

also twitter threads about jjk and their analysis is making me feel a bit better, seems like his unalive moment had some meaningful stuff/philosophy going on (e.g. twt link)

[grassbreads]

I feel hysterical

[hypotheticallyimmortal]

so like you know that genre of character that is like

xie lian (heaven official's blessing) - gets stabbed repeatedly can't die

kaneki ken/sasaki haise (tokyo ghoul) - repeatedly harmed horrifically and almost dies multiple times

kei nagai (ajin demi human) - dies repeatedly in horrifically traumatic ways, doesn't stay dead

they're just real you know

[aokozaki]

Oh Ekindu, nobody knows you as I know you...

[sleepykas]

Y/N's nightmares are getting weird

[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[ilyfynn]

if I don't finish hiraeth chapter 3 by tmrw i am going to lose it. conveniently, it is 10pm right now.

bye bye sleep hello FUCKING DIALOGUE

[saintlethanavir]

Thinking about the very real angst of Emmrich turning into a lich so late in the game and Hiraeth witnessing so much very real and traumatic deaths/violence but not wanting to step on Emmrichs toes because he's getting used to his form, and after all they cannot expect him to feel everything the same way. But they need him and it all culminates into a breakdown where Emmrich just holds them, and his glamour is solid, he's real and he's there -- he doesn't feel different either, physically there's just a damper on things and there's ways around that. And they just cling to him, talking about Taash's mother, Bellara's brother, all the awful things they witnessed in Treviso, and the terror they felt waiting for Emmrich to come back out of the sacrificial room. And when they saw Vorgoth with the bloodied sword, it made them feel sick.

He tells them that perhaps death in all of its trappings is no longer a comfort, and that's alright. Things happen and they change, he was scared in that sacrificial room -- who wouldn't be? But he feels their love for each other so much more acutely now, and he's excited for the day that they can live out their long lives in the Necropolis, together, and perhaps if things go perfectly -- Solas will join them. But he's also excited for the days to come and he's so sorry that they're going through hardships and that he was arguing with a skull for a solid week every night while Hiraeth couldn't sleep at all. And Emmrich holds them while the sob and wail, whispering how they're tired and they miss their family that are all gone away now -- lost to misunderstanding or lost to the Deep Roads (their grandmother). And that maybe they're not fit to be a Mourn Watcher, as much as they love the work, because death ISNT a comfort anymore. It happens and it has a cruel sting to it that they can't shake. Emmrich says that's alright, trauma does things to us we cannot explain properly, but that doesn't mean they're not fit to be a Mourn Watcher. It means they're human, and they can help those that have been wronged in death, both living and undead. When they're ready of course.

He reassures them that he loves them, that Hiraeth can always pull him aside, no matter how stubborn he gets. Even if things are a little strange and they have to get used to a few things, it'll work out in the end. It always does. And then he kisses them, with his very solid glamour that still tastes like him, still feels warm and soft like him. And Hiraeth cries some more, asks to lay down with him, try to sleep maybe. They tell him they love him, in any form, and they do. No ifs ands or buts. He can always pull them aside and ask for anything he needs too, after all they're practically an old married couple now. That makes him laugh. And Emmrichs skin is still warm, even if they can't feel his heart beat anymore.

They'll get used to the funerary jars sitting at the top of the staircase, and the pain will ease with every passing day. He is still Emmrich, and they may have their moments, but they both have each other. In life and in death.

[ishgard]

I WILL SHARE YOUR ROAD - pt 1

"Thank you! For staying alive." - It might have seemed like such a silly thing to thank someone for, and yet it meant all the world to her.

I am ever-so-loosely imagining Ahru's timeline to be something like "Pandaemonium wraps up before Myths of the Realm does" and MSQ happens after both, but we'll see how things shake out.

Either way, finally getting one technically? Ancient friend who sticks around is a big win in her book, and she would have kicked herself if she hadn't made it clear just how happy she was that he decided to stick around.

[chiyoso]

omfg. yall sukuna's starting to grow on me in a more personal/deep sense, like the more i see explanations about him, his words and his character, the more i grow curious, attentive, attracted. gege really knows what hes doing holy shit.

discussion link abt this topic in reddit if ya interested

@vampyrsm girly your man, its well likely headcannon that he's into poetry, he's also like literally so well versed in literature — just recently learned the heian era was fruitful with art and literature, UGHHHH GEGE'S SUCH A GOOD WRITERRRRR

[clare-875]

Hiraeth (ASL brothers x Reader)

_____ Pairing: ASL brothers x Female Reader Summary: You grieve a time you cannot return to. Warnings: SPOILERS for Marineford War Arc, Hurt/Comfort, Grief [One Piece Masterlist] _____

You watch the ocean rise and fall, finding yourself enraptured in a brief and rare silence. However, the silence slowly becomes a burden; the quiet brings thoughts you would often keep locked away. They were thoughts that brought tears to your eyes if you lingered too long on them, thoughts that could make you break if you picked away at them too much. Unfortunately for you the gentle rock of the boat, the rising moon and the crisp early evening air did nothing but bring him to the forefront of your mind; Ace. You feel a few tear drops pass your lash line as you quickly wipe them away, leaning on the railing and taking in a steady breath. It had been just longer than two years, and you were now in the New World with your beloved crew, but time did scarcely anything to subdue grief, it only made it easier to live with it. As your eyes trace the dark horizons before falling to the depths of the ocean before you, you feel yourself wonder about memories you now look back at bittersweet. First, you lose Sabo, then your beloved Ace. The hurt is heavy on your chest and you feel the tears you push back start to rise again. You felt so homesick, so reminiscent of a time you could never go back to.

You remember it all, as clear as day; the brothers that hold a permanent spot engraved on your heart.

You remember the joy.

You remember how the sun would shine onto you, gifting you, Luffy, Sabo and Ace with countless days of youth spent on adventure; spent on dreams. You were all an outcast of some sort or never fit into the lives you were endowed with, but when the four of you found each other, everything clicked; the world enlightened. You can still hear Ace calling your name, the juvenile ring etched within his words. "Hey, [y/n]!" You remember looking up at the sound of his voice. He was always so keen to show you the new skills he'd learnt, keen to call for another round of combat to see who bested who, keen to have you join in on whatever fun he had found with his two brothers. You remember Sabo's smile, one that encaptured his kindness and diplomacy even in his youth. "I got this for you!" You remember one day when he had returned from the grey terminal and found you a beautiful bracelet that you still hold onto to this day. You remember Ace and Luffy's pouts as you hugged him. You remember calling for a group hug soon after; the warm arms that embraced your form, seeping love and care and nostalgia.

You would find yourself laughing if you lingered on those memories the way you had a few years ago, but now it just filled your heart with unbearable pain. And so, more tears fall from your eyes but you don't stop them this time. You remember the countless nights filled to the brim with laughter, remember the secrets and promises made under the stars. You remember the brotherly conflict. You remember Luffy's joy when you said you'd join his crew, you remember the upset faces of Ace and Sabo. You remember promising you'd visit them often, and how their faces enlightened merely at the thought that you would come see them succeed in their dreams. You remember the comfort that cannot be matched to this day, of the words Ace would speak softly when you had a bad day, of the gentle arms of Sabo, of Luffy's range of hilarious faces as he tried to hear your laugh. They were everything to you, and you wouldn't ever find what connection you had with them anymore, anywhere. You missed the time when innocence encaptured your days and ignorant dreams were free of reality. If I had known it all then, what would I change; would I change anything at all?

You remember unbearable grief.

You remember the falling of your heart when you heard that Sabo had died at sea; the unspeakable rage and guilt. It shocked you, it shocked you all, to learn that Sabo, your sweet Sabo was killed by a Celestial Dragon just by sailing upon the same ocean. What about his dreams? His life? All the countless days and nights and years of knowing him? All the love he gave and received and cherished? Everything that encompassed who he was, was lost to oblivion, never to be seen again. You try to remember your last words with him, your last actions, but it is a blur to you. You remember leaving him with a family you knew you should have saved him from; you knew how much he hated them. Of course, you did, for what would those nights spent dreaming and talking be, if not spent sharing the deepest concerns that confined you? What would a family be, if not spent consoling those thoughts and showing him love? The shock of it still reverberates within you if you linger too long, but you remember the pain, the crying, the screaming. It was something you would never forget, it was something you would never want to go through again.

But you did.

You remember your world breaking as Ace’s gaze travelled to you. You and Luffy had spent so long chasing him, trying to save him, despite his initial denial. But of course you did. Because what would a family be, if we did not look out for one another, if we did not push away at his pride so he sees our love; our desperation to protect him? But when you finally thought he was within your grasp once more, that his life was still a part of yours, he became lost to you too. You remember Luffy, clutching him in his grasp trying to stop the red that just kept pouring. You remember teary eyes, no longer of the youth they were but still lingering with that childish charm. You remember the smile that shone with gratitude, it was a sight you could never forget; your childhood encapsulated within it. “Thank you for loving me.” His smile lingered even in his death. You remember Luffy’s inconsolable form; the tears that wouldn’t cease, the shock that clouded his mind. You remember the screaming. You remember being lost in despair at the thought that you would never see him again. Never feel his warm arms, see his wide grin, or know what it was like to be loved by him again.

You missed them; You missed “back then.”

You missed the simplicity of waking to self-found adventure and you missed the charm of life that came with youth. Your breathless laughter, their smiling forms; all three of them beside you.

I want to go back.

Please, take me back…

Take me back so I can see them, so I can hold them and love them again…

Please…

Your tears fall freely to your face now as you stare silently against the cool breeze, teeth gritted and heart heavy. You find yourself begging the starlit sky for something you knew was inconceivable. Please.

"[y/n]"

You are so lost in thought, so lost in your tears you fail to notice a boy with a straw hat that approached you a small while ago. But when he called your name you turned swiftly, because in that moment you swear you heard Sabo, you swear you could've heard Ace, calling to you too. "[y/n], why are you crying?" Luffy's face is of utmost confusion, the tilt of his head and the shine of his sincerity almost making you break down further. But strangely it brought you to calmness as you saw the final brother before you, the same features as he had in his youth, the same eyes and smile. Your heart tugged against your chest as you looked to the man you chose to be your Captain, over Ace and Sabo, over everyone in the world. He was the same and yet so grown up, even when sometimes he hid his new-found maturity well.

"Luffy," your voice is there but faint, almost lost to the breeze as he silently makes his way to your side and joins you on the railing. You are beyond surprised when he maintains the quiet atmosphere, the seriousness rare on him unless in dire situations. But you also know deep down he sees and he understands why you are crying. You know because you have seen your very image on him before; tears pouring, grief heavy. From four to two. Only you could understand the true depth of what he has lost, and only he could recall the same memories you had lived because he lived them too. You found yourself wondering if Luffy, someone you knew to be a believer in living in the present moment, wished to return to those days that could never return. You wonder if he ever felt the homesick feeling of wanting those same youthful days once again, of wanting three pairs of arms embracing you warmly; of wanting back the time that has passed too soon.

"Luffy, do you ever miss our lives back in Dawn Island? Do you ever miss those days spent together with Ace and Sabo? It was so easy back then, don't you think?"

Do you ever miss the past?

There is a brief silence, as though Luffy is actually contemplating your words, but you are unsurprised when he answers; his answer is blunt and obvious as it has always been. "I miss them." He looks at you with a wide grin, but his eyes are surprisingly solemn, as though reminiscing with you the two boys you both held so dear to your hearts. "But I have the best crew in the world now! I wouldn't give that up for anything!" Your eyes spark with fondness at his never wavering confidence in his nakama as he then reaches over to you wrapping an arm tight as he pulls you in. "Ace lived with no regrets, and I'm gonna live the same way; I'm gonna be the king of the pirates!" His eyes shine and his features are determined when he faces you again; just like every instance he spoke of his dream. "And you'll be there right beside me." You meet his wide smile with a soft one of yours as you lean against him and he laughs joyously. You find yourself shaking your head at the simplicity of his thoughts, but you also remember how he had clutched to the thoughts of the crew in his darkest days. You envision Sabo's toothy grin and Ace's teasing smirk; a sight you would remember and adore for the rest of time. You would live enough for both of them, exactly the way Ace wanted you to; with no regrets.