#i had to rewrite this many times

[gummybugg]

hello! i really like character making and character design :]

i'm wondering if there's anything in particular that inspires you. and who/what jumpstarted you into creating your own characters and stories

-🌈

(This one's gonna be a bit all over the place, sorry about that I got a bit excited)

So hi! I really love character creation, it's one of my favorite things to do :')

i'm wondering if there's anything in particular that inspires you

Music like the Beatles, ELO, Queen, Will Wood, indie, punk rock, and really whatever I get when I hit an interesting recommendation (I'm eclectic)

Video games: Persona series, Fallout, Hypnospace Outlaw, Undertale, Sally Face, umm also indie horror games are generally where it's at for me

Jojo's bizarre adventure, one punch man, neon genesis

I was a theater kid at some point and am inspired by Chicago, Cabaret, Cats, Rock of Ages, and Rocky Horror for their wackiness/vibes

Webtoons/comics: Paperteeth!, After Dark, I'm the Grim Reaper, Lovebot, Space Boy, Solid State, The Prince of Southland, Yuna and Kawachan, Electric Bones...

Besides media, I am inspired by people I interact with (which can help me build character relationships) and qualities I pull from the inside. Also, I have had a strong interest in psychology for a long time, so my stories are very character-centered. I also like throwing in a funny edge to most things I create because I don't like being serious 100% of the time. I like to experiment with irony a lot, as you do.

I'm inspired by ideas I wish people talked more about, what'd I liked to have seen as a child, untraditionally beautiful characters, wacky characters, and characters flaunting who they are because they're proud to be themselves. I love unfixable characters who learn to find worth, characters who are overly complex, characters who fall from grace, blah blah blah. Or sometimes I just write characters for fun and with no real motive, who gain a purpose later on by chance. But not all stories need lessons or purposes or morals or whatever. Some things are more fun when they're just existing because they can. I feel like my wip Crater City is like somewhere in between having a purpose and having none at all.

Other things that help inspire oc: drawing them with random art generators, scrapbooking their very own page, filling out oc interviews, participating in writeblr events/games, spending a whole day listening to their playlist, forcing myself to write one scene with them in it, pinterest-ing, creating a blog/journal/site about them, etc.

who/what jumpstarted you into creating your own characters and stories

I started writing as a small child and would create illustrated "stories" based on real events that happened in my life but lowkey exaggerate them because I was like 6, hehe. Or play with barbies or legos or whatever and that's its own thing right there. Then I moved on to big boy things like writing in notebooks about girls with horribly made up names that mysteriously resembled Disney princesses' names because I'm bad at naming things (see: my webkinz pet named "the blue whale").

I'm not sure what jumpstarted character creation for me, I guess it was always this ✨️💕thing inside me all along 💕✨️. I think it was because I was a quiet child and kept to myself, which meant a few friends and a lot of introspection at a young age. But I was/am inspired by things all around me. Things that make me feel nostalgic, bittersweet, or whatever other emotion that's hard for me to explain because emotions are weird for me.

As a child, I created ocs based on who I wanted to be more like. Ex: an outgoing hero with bold hair, a strong anti-hero with a bit of edge, an adventurous hero who easily befriends others, etc, etc.

As a teen, I created ocs fueled by spite ("I can make better ocs than half of you seasoned authors even if I'm just a kid") and also my knowledge of the dsm-5. I think I was inspired most by my trauma, so yeah, that'll do it to you. I still dig deep down for some inspo from my Deep Dark Past™, which has helped me understand myself and ocs better, who would have guessed? But this doesn't exempt me from research.

As an adult I am motivated to write because of the impending doom that we all die some day so I better wrap it up before something happens to me and I lose my ability to write by some chance I'm out of college and I have my whole life ahead of me and have no more boring essays tying me down :'DD

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Part 2/2

By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.

In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.

So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.

When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.

He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.

The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.

The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.

It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.

And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.

However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.

Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:

Children.

Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.

Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.

They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.

It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.

When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:

Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.

Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.

"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.

Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.

He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.

Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.

He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.

Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.

He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.

He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.

"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.

He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.

All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?

[cokoweee]

Good thing I used a joker card emoji for this episode chapter whatever tf these are

Hmmmm I made something too obvious. Kind fixed it but hmmmmmmmmmmm

💃💃💃bye bye

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[rockabully]

DID YOU THINK YOU WERE GOD, BRANDON?

redraw of an old piece i did back in sept 2023, shown below the cut. i apparently forgot to upload it to tumblr when i drew it then.. gg.

ignore the mistake on phillip's pant legs ok. just ignore

[samcats]

Mike and Wills friendship vs everybody elses

I’m sick of people acting like Mike and Wills friendship is platonic when 1. One literally had a crush on the other and 2. None of the other friendships are treated the same way Mike and Will are throughout the seasons so let’s go over them!

(This is gonna be a long one!)

Season 2 & 1

First off, in season 1, the show focuses on how Will going missing effects Mike the most out of all his friends. Mike is the only one to notice Will isn’t at school the day he goes missing. Mike is the one to come up with the idea to go out looking for him. Mike only keeps El around when he realizes she can help find Will. Mike is the only one that’s focused on after they find Will’s “dead” body. Mike is the only one out of the party members that holds proper hope that Will may still be alive.

In season 2 he was the only one that went outside of the arcade to check where Will had gone. He was the only one that noticed Will was being extra quiet that day at school. He panicked when he couldn’t find Will, “Will what’s wrong? I couldn’t find you, are you hurt? I’m gonna get you home, okay? I’m gonna get you home”, He purposely volunteered himself to go check on Will and then proceed to stay with Will in the hospital for days afterwards. He was the only one out of his friends that stayed with Will in the shed when he was possessed.

Edit: also wanted to point out how in the crazy together scene when Will told Mike about the mindflayer he said “just please don’t tell the others okay? They wouldn’t understand.” Implying that Will trusts Mike the most and that he thinks only Mike would understand what he’s going through.

& Will only yelled Mike’s name when he was having an episode before the crazy together scene happened. He didn’t yell Lucas’s name or Dustin’s or even Jonathan or his mums, his first instinct was to call Mike for help. Both of these things furthermore prove my point that their friendship is different from the others and they’re much closer

Again, the show focuses on Will and Mikes friendship the most this season. Not their friendships with Lucas or Dustin or anybody else, just with eachother. None of the other friendships in the show have done anything like this. Hell none of the friendships in the show ever GET as much attention and focus as Mike and Will do throughout the seasons. They are treated so differently. Still don’t believe me?

Season 3

One of the most iconic Byler scenes is the rain fight scene. Now I'm not really gonna talk about how obviously romantic this scene is by itself. But how it contrasts Will and Lucas's apology scene. The contrast between these two scenes is such a huge piece of evidence to me and I'm surpsired I don't see it around more

(Thank you to this video for saving me while I was trying to find the scenes https://youtu.be/u-rLx10eROw?si=vdGoQNtnXU103iZt )

Here’s the two scenes mixed together for reference:

Byler’s fight

In the Byler scene, it has buildup. Will getting mad and then bursting out of the room, Mike follows him while Lucas stays behind. Once they get outside, the lighting is dark and blue. The music playing in the background is somber. The way both characters talk and act makes you know that this is a serious scene. The aftermaths of Will going to his house and crying as he destroys castle Byers. And Mike and Lucas biking out to find him in the rain. You could make the argument that Lucas being there makes this scene bad proof, but it focusing more on Mike then Lucas tells you otherwise.

Lucas’s apology

It’s super rushed, you barely even notice it. It’s super random and isn’t focused on at all, it just starts with Lucas saying he’s sorry and Will saying it doesn’t matter and it’s pretty much over. The lighting is bright, our minds are more focused on trying to get ready to trap Billy then the actual conversation they’re having. Neither Lucas or Will react to it afterwards. You could literally skip this scene and you wouldn’t miss anything.

So why have such a useless scene in the middle of nowhere?

The Byler rain fight is such an important scene to show how Mike and Wills friendship has gone downhill, to show the change between children and teenagers, and also to hint at Will's sexuality. The Lucas and Will scene is just so useless and random and could've been left out, but the way it contrasts the Byler fight scene makes me think that its only purpose was to show the difference between Mike and Wills friendship together vs anybody else's, and nothing else. Because why else have it there? If Mike and Wills scene wasn't meant to have a deeper meaning, then why make it as dramatic as it was? Why build it up the way they did?? If it was platonic the scene would've been more similar to the Lucas scene and/or toned down a LOT.

It's undeniable that the Duffers where trying to show us something with these two scenes

Season 4

You can tell there’s clearly tension between Mike and Will when they reunite in the airport, which is very odd. Mike and Will are best friends, and again, Mike wouldn’t act this way with any of his other friends. He didn’t even act this way with El

Mike then later admits that he was being an asshole to Will, and we get that beautiful “friends. Best friends.” Scene.

Now, I want you to rewatch that scene and pretend that Will is Max or Lucas or Dustin or Erica or Steve or Jonathan or anybody Mike is friends with. But you can’t. It just feels too wrong and too romantic, doesn’t it? It seems weird as well, because we know full well Mike wouldn’t say something like that to any of his other friends. He’s never had a conversation like that with any of his other friends, either. This is because they’re just that. Friends. So why should it be any different for Will and Mike?

This is the same for any scene with Mike and Will. Season 4 or not

And if you seriously cannot notice the difference between Mike and Wills friendship vs anybody else’s, you need to do a rewatch

Anyways, there’s probably more stuff I could add but I’m gonna leave it at that for now. If you have anything to add leave it in the comments! Thank you for reading

[birdricks]

the really interesting thing about mortys fear of relying on rick is that it really does go both ways. like as much as hes afraid of needing rick... rick needs him just as much, if not more. and i think this ties into mortys fear of having to be responsible for ricks sadness.

there are SO many times where morty threatens to leave rick... just as rick constantly reminds morty that he can be replaced.

the difference is that morty COULD leave rick behind if he really wanted to. and he could probably be okay without him. but hell always come back to rick... because thats how hes meant to be. a mortys defining trait is how he will always put rick and his emotions first.

we can see this in evil morty and how he was able to escape the cycle simply by no longer caring about ricks feelings. what makes him different isnt being evil... its simply no longer prioritising the feelings of rick over his own.

like how many times do we see morty choosing to stay with rick despite everything rick puts him through? and i think this is partly where his forgiveness comes from. of course he does truly love rick and that plays into it, but hes also terrified of what might happen without him there to fall back on.

any time rick feels he might lose morty he spirals and lashes out in some weird manipulative way to keep morty reliant on him (which is ironically the very thing morty fears most).

and whenever he DOES lose morty for any amount of time he turns into a complete wreck. probably part of the fear of his own reliance on rick comes from knowing its largely manufactured by rick and not fully his own choice.

even WITH morty there to support him rick is incredibly prone to suicidal ideation and self destructive tendencies. its not hard to work out what would happen if morty was no longer around to cater to his emotions.

so he stays. of course its awful for him. but he does it. hes willing to sacrifice himself and his own emotions to save rick over and over again. because he knows what will happen if he doesnt.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Person A: “Is everything ok? You’re not usually this aggressive during training, not that I mind! it’s just not like you, usually I have to tease you a bit to get you to engage properly.”

Person B: “Sorry, I really am trying not to act out but... it’s a little hard now that I know He’s here.”

Person A: “...He?”

Person B: “....my father.”

Person A: “Your Fa-!?....Do me a favour and point them out for me, will you?”

[kurithedweeb]

Having just discovered frost scorpions in the Mo' Creatures mod and had the immediate thought of "I wonder if the different scorpion variants taste different in scorpion hot pot," I've decided that Travis is MCD's version of Senshi from Dungeon Meshi.

[j-esbian]

maybe the real voltron was the friends we made along the way

[fawcetttweets]

Sorry if this sounds rude, I don't mean it that way, but now that you found the dsmp fic you were searching for could you perhaps take it of the Fawcett tweets blog?

I'm glad you found the fic and if you need to use the boog this way again please do, it's just that dsmp gives bad vibes to some and this is such a good vibe blog that it's sad?

I don't know how to explain it properly, I have anxiety, sorry :(

Ah, I was a bit worried this would happen.

Warning for bad vibes in this post. I’m not very happy in this one.

This ask was pretty upsetting to get for many reasons, but I won’t get too into it because I don’t want to be rude and I’m afraid I may not be able to say what I want to without it coming across that way.

Though I try to stay positive, this is my blog and I don’t owe you ‘good vibes’. If you aren’t happy with seeing posts about certain topics, there is a way to block those tags. Please do that.

I understand that this wasn’t meant to be rude, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

[wishfuldivine]

PT. 3 of GhostSoapGaz, where Ghoap are always going on dates and keep bringing Gaz with them because they love him, but he doesn't know.

Gaz walked down the empty streets with his emotions in such a wreck. His mind was beyond a mush right now. Thoughts on an annoying limbo. The need to just get under his sheets in the comfort of his lonely room becoming a must.

His suppressed emotions were beginning to crack. The realization became clear when he witnessed the pure and genuine love between Soap and Ghost for the first time.

Soap had gotten a bullet near his shoulder which resulted in a bed rest for a couple of weeks. Ghost had been opposed on leaving the demolition sergeant by himself, always visiting. The softness and tender care in which Ghost assisted Soap with anything declared nothing but love. Soap soaking it all in with delight.

That's when he first cried in a very long time. Cried for being such an idiot and feeling like a complete asshole. As if he was breaking their trust without doing anything. He never should've fallen in love with them.

He was so lost in his own head that it took a moment to realize that his phone was vibrating in his jeans pocket. He paused on the sidewalk and took it out to see the incoming call. Soap. He sighed deeply, not knowing if he should answer it or ignore.

But ever the absolute sweetheart and caring man, he answered anyway. He didn't want for his fellow sergeant to worry for him despite the inner turmoil he's dealing with right at this moment.

"Garrick here."

"Gaz? Where did you go, lad? Everythin' okay?"

"I'm fine, mate. Just needed some air. It was very crowded there, yeah? I didn't want to be a pest with my claustrophobia, so I just came back to base."

'You're such a fucking liar.'

"Should've told me! Or Ghost! We would've canceled and gone back together. Your health over this. You know that."

He felt like crying again. The simple truth was that THEY would've done that. Being kind and understanding people even if different when on the line of battle, they definitely would've been so considerate of him. Their teammate. It elicited a small sliver of hope that it was because of love. Because they felt the same.

But alas, that was just wishful thinking. They were so in love with each other. And he was going to make sure to keep it that way.

God, why did he have to fall in love? With them no less? Sometimes, he wished they were annoying and simply cunts. It would've made everything so much better and not be in this predicament.

Such a fucking mess. Big mess.

"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks, though. You enjoy the rest of the night, mate. See you later." He hung up without letting Soap finish what he was saying. Or maybe he didn't bother to care.

He rubbed a hand over his face with another deep sigh. It felt like the one hundredth time of doing so. It was beginning to get tiresome.

'I can't fucking do this.'

He needed a break from all this. He fucking needed it so badly. With the sudden change of mind, his eyes roamed the area and landed on a pub a couple of blocks away. Maybe a few drinks will be good for him instead of drowning in the emptiness of his room and tormented heart.

Everything was hurting too much. And maybe, just maybe, drinking his sorrows away will do.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I read this from yours https://www.tumblr.com/livelaughlovesubs/743492538930954240/pitiful-thing?source=share

And i couldn't help reading it due to your amazing writing even if im not really into sadism-, anyway can we have more raphael?a part 2 but can you make it fluffy/sweet if its okay? Thank you!

Hey hey! Thank you for reading it :D and like always, I’m sorry it took so long… anyway, here it is :>

How pitiful

Part one!

Raphael x reader

Word count: 5.9k

This includes: triggering content, angst (aftermath from the first part), mental breakdown? Very toxic, at the end there’s fluff (happy end?), reader is still the same (very selfish)

Okay so, I wanted to make this like fluffy and sweet, and I didn’t manage to do that. I’M SORRY. Cuz I had too many ideas and so the fluff part would only be at the end. Sometimes there are small pieces of it throughout the story, but yea. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of it and make a third part cuz then you wouldn’t get the fluff you wanted, so I’m sorry that you had to wait this long, even then it’s more angst than fluff I’m sorry.

After a while, the corrosive smell started to bother you. Your hands were dyed completely red now. They were sticky and had feathers stuck to them, the blood of the male dried too. For a moment, it felt like you had a hangover. The things you did in the last few hours and the emotions you felt were slowly fading away, leaving nothing but desire behind. All you remembered was a vivid dream akin experience, one where you got to finally feel alive after falling down this deep abyss. The sudden change in environment seems to have influenced you more than you imagined. How you yearned for the screams and cries of him. It has only been a few minutes, yet that feeling, the rush of adrenaline started to disappear like a childhood memory. You didn’t want to forget it, you wanted to keep it sealed within you forever.

Time was passing by like usual, yet for some reason you didn’t seem responsive, as if you weren’t really there. As if you were floating in space, every nerve in your body turned off and your senses dulled. You couldn’t really acknowledge your surroundings, simply at the wall, contemplating and thinking about whatever you did remember. Everything that happened was being replayed in your head like a show, sadly the graphic setting was low and everything was a blur. Except for those crimson eyes of him.

The different expressions his eyes bore were mesmerising, enough to leave its imprint on you. How the once fierce look he owned turned into one of uncertainties, of doubt and fear. Your room looked like the aftermath of a battle. Luckily for you it was at a hotel, so you wouldn’t need to clean it. This wasn’t earth, it wouldn’t matter if the owner sees all of this, the evident of your action, the proof of your true desires. You felt empty again, like the fulfilment you felt before was ran out. The hand on the back of his head moved to his cheeks, moving his face backwards. He has been resting his chin in the crook of your neck the entire time without making a single sound, slowly it got suspicious.

Raphael was breathing very weakly and shallow, apparently he also got a nosebleed. “Hey, wake up.” You muttered, rubbing his cheeks gently. His pale face had blood stains, but his eyes were still closed. Right now he looked very vulnerable, so helpless as if he was someone that needed protection. At the same time he also appeared like an innocent child in your eyes, one that’s been depraved of love. How pitiful he is, being cast aside by his creator and now stuck in the claws of a monster. Since you wore him out a lot, you let him sleep. It didn’t matter if you knew nothing about the anatomy of an angel, if one is exhausted they need to take a break. You laid him down onto the humid mattress before you got up to go to the bathroom.

Now that you cleaned yourself up and got a towel, you started to clean the still asleep male too, wiping the excessive body fluids of him away. It was a little disturbing considering you were the cause of all of this, but you could manage. When you saw the two holes on his belly, where his piercings have been, you gaged a little. The scene turned out to be a bit more grotesque than you remembered. Speaking of memories, it was strange how you couldn’t recall what happened very clearly. After all, it was just happened, as if you weren’t thinking clearly when you did all that. You didn’t regret it though, because if there’s one thing you remembered, then it’s that you loved every second of it. Every action to the words you spoke, you knew you enjoyed yourself a lot. Enough to make you want to go for a second round.

Eventually you finished wiping him, sitting down next to Raphael again. Still so quiet, this wasn’t normal. Your first thought was that he fell asleep, though upon further inspection his face was starting to get pale. Soon you realised that he passed out and sighed, “…not good.” It looked like he lost his consciousness, probably due to the excessive amount of blood he lost. One glance was all you needed to know your hypothesis was right. In the end, you did rip his wings off, not to mention how the bed was now akin to the red carpet. A stressed out groan left you, why were thing always so difficult. Aftercare is great and all, but what should you do if he needs immediate treatment? It’s not like you can carry him all the way to paradise lost. Will today be the day you kill someone for the first time?

Suddenly the door to your hotel room crashed down, and a group of devils barged in. These devils, they really know no manners. Though you were also glad to some degree, because you saw Satan, sitri, and Marbas. “Y/n!” The devil with the white hair ran towards you, but he stopped after taking three steps. Sitri, who was pushing Marbas, followed his king and stopped right next to him. “Solomon, what happened?” That devil asked, his voice was filled with confusion. They must be shocked to see the state the room is in, not to mention Raphael. “I’ll tell you later. Marbas, can you help this guy here? He’s lost a lot of blood.” You looked calm, terrifyingly so, no panic could be spotted in your voice nor did you have a fast heartbeat. “I’ll see what I can do.” Marbas answered after a bit and got out of his binds. When he got close enough to recognise who that was, he hesitated. He still started treating him afterwards, despite the identity of the patient.

“Satan, why are you here?” In all honesty, you didn’t care, and you had a vague idea how they knew your location, but you didn’t want to answer their questions. You weren’t in the mood to right now. “When you disappeared so suddenly, everyone got worried. Then sitri found you.” Nothing you couldn’t guess yourself. “And? Why’s Marbas here?” This time, the devil with the blue hair spoke up, “I heard two heartbeats, and I recognised that the other one was an angel. That’s why.” So they thought you got beaten up or injured, huh, if that’s the case they are pretty late for a rescue operation. “What about you tell us your side of the story now?” It seems like you won’t be able to get out of this one. You noticed that he gritted his teeth again, one look was enough to tell he wasn’t happy. “Well, you see…” “y/n, your majesty Satan and sitri. I’m done, I stopped the bleeding and treated his injuries. Though this won’t be enough, we’ll need to bring him to paradise lost.” In the nick of time Marbas reported his observations and actions, in contrary to what you predicted, you were able to dodge the questions again.

“Why do we need to go all the way there, won’t the hospital in Gehenna suffice?” Satan scoffed, he was getting more furious by the second. First your disappearance, now all the hassle for an enemy. “Because… I believe only his majesty lucifer and gamigin knows how to properly treat him.” Just as Satan was about to inquire about the former seraphim’s injuries, you barged in, “All right, we don’t have much time, no? Shouldn’t we be on the way?” Everything was taking too long, so you interrupted their little small talk and rushed them. In addition, you also walked over to the bed, picking up the white jacket that belonged to his outfit and wrapped him in it. Sitri seems to have finally caught on and helped you carrying him. This was going to be a long night. It was so much hassle just to keep someone alive, maybe you should let him die instead? Was it because of your hardened personality that you weren’t sorry for him, that you didn’t feel any remorse?

It’s been three weeks since Raphael got taken in at the hospital of paradise lost. Your life hasn’t changed much, in fact it reversed back to how it was before your second meeting with him. Today, while you were visiting him, the sleeping beauty finally opened his eyes. It did caught you off guard, so you started to call for the doctor. “You’re [—]. Ah, lucifer, where’s [——]?” His view was blurry, it was like watching black paint spread on a clean paper. Furthermore his head was hurting a lot, as if he had been on a carousel for too long. It was to the point he couldn’t even register your voice properly. “…where…?” The man uttered, it was more like a groan of pain than words. He tried to cover his eyes with his hand due to how bright it was, that’s when he noticed an IV stuck to his arm. “You [—] hospital, if you [——] noticed.” It was still difficult to understand you, but it got better the more he tried. “…is that you, y/n?” Raphael asked and his hand reached out to you, his body acted before he could think about it. You held his hand and intertwined your fingers, then you squeezed his hand. “Yes.” He flinched at that, a little surprised at this sudden gentleness coming from you. This wasn’t how you were like last time, but he didn’t hate it.

A few minutes later lucifer also came into the room, the patient froze upon seeing his former colleague, he also hold your hand more firmly. You didn’t need two brain cells to know they had something to say to each other, so you got up to leave the room. When you stopped holding his hand, he tensed up again, in the end he eventually let go. Were you overthinking it or was he acting differently than before? Nonetheless, you went out to get some food for him. With a bit of discussing and arguing, you got Satan to give you permission to keep him. He did almost die because of you, with that being said you also thought he’d be more wary of you. In the end, you were proven wrong. For the time being you were going to be nice to him, so that he will want to stay, it’d be no good if he runs away. It’s been three weeks now, three weeks of pure boredom. After all that torturous wait, you finally felt an ounce of excitement.

When you got back to his resting place with a bag of to go food, you met lucifer who was just coming out of the room. They must have had a very long talk, was what you thought. You weren’t really curious about what they talked about though, which is why you asked him instead, “can he get out today? He looks healthy enough.” To your surprise the male disagreed, explaining, “he lost his wings, he’ll need physiotherapy.” The confusion was written all over your face like the front cover of a magazine, you said with an irritated tone, “you mean he can’t walk?” “Not good at best.” You should trust the words of a doctor, especially him who has more experience than you, yet you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. “But, it’s his wings he lost. He always walked without showing them.” Lucifer was kingly enough to explain it to you, how much patience he must have, “not showing them and not having them are two different things. He’s been used to having wings it for as long as he lived, this sudden change will cause his body to lose balance, because…” he has too much patience for sure, normally you though he was a quiet guy, though it looks like he can talk a lot if it’s his field. Great, now you had to listen to him lecture you about angel anatomy.

A while later buer called for lucifer, he had something to take care of and left you alone. You on the other hand was standing in front of the patient room now, still holding the now cold bag. So he has to stay here for a month, and then continuously visit it to get better. Is this was you want? Slowly your thoughts were getting too complicated, which is why you stepped inside. “You are back.” You saw raphael turn his head towards you. How pitiful he looked, all bedridden like this. “Yea, are you hungry?” That was a very unnecessary question, really, you didn’t know why you just wasted your breath with that one. Nevertheless you got closer and sat down on the chair next to him, then opened the bag and let him look inside. Maybe you should have used the microwave first, if there was one that is. “It’s all for you.” You added, in case he misunderstands anything. His hand reached out to your direction, though instead of the food he grabbed your hand. “…” “…?” This was bizarre to say the least, he didn’t make any sense. Both of you stayed silent, a few minutes felt like days. Why did he do that? You wondered, but before you could ask he let go of your hand again and reached inside the bag. “Thanks.” The male whispered, then bit into his food.

It was awkward, none of you dared to say something about the new promises between you two. The situation already escalated to the point where you couldn’t go back, guess you had to keep your word then. At some point, after he finished his meal, he just stared at his hands clenching the blankets. It looked like he was deep in thoughts, maybe even regretting ever meeting you. Was what happened only a mistake done in the heat of the moment? Were you going to tell him, ‘sorry, I didn’t mean to’ and then leave? After taking everything from him? That’s what he was contemplating. He can’t return to heaven without his wings, not that he exactly wants to go back, but if hell doesn’t have a place for him where can he go to? Your expression was neutral, too calm even, he couldn’t read you.

It was frustrating, you didn’t get any backlash from it, yet his life had turned upside down. Out of nowhere he reached out to you again and grabbed you by your collar, “You have to take responsibility, you can’t leave me now.” The male threatened you, getting really close to your face. Despite his deep voice, you saw the fear in his eyes, like a stormy night filled with thunder. He moved up too fast, as well as using too much strength, causing him to lose balance and fall over, crashing into your arms with his upper body. This wasn’t anything too dangerous, since you managed to catch him and prevent the fall of you two. It still hurt a little, because his fingers were gripping your shoulders really tight.

“Be careful now.” You said, pulling him in to hug him tightly, watching him tremble a little. This is weird, it wasn’t a natural reaction, so you questioned, “What’s wrong?” “I can’t…” “What?” He was acting strange, this was starting to make you feel uneasy too. Suddenly you hugged you back, holding onto you while saying, “You can’t leave me, don’t leave, never again. You made me like this, you have to take responsibility. Please, please, don’t abandon me too.” His eyes were unfocused, hieratic and wild, he panted while uttering those words like a prayer. The aspect that confused you the most was his expression, an unsettling, forced smile as he clung to you, repeating those phrases like a madman, “don’t leave, I can’t afford it now, don’t leave me.”

You stroked his hair and tried to reassure him, his voice was shaking the entire time. Has he finally gone crazy now? “as long as you behave good, I won’t leave. I’d never leave. I’m right here, Raphael, I’m right here.” It doesn’t matter if he is delusional or not, it’s easier this way. What a twisted path fate has planned out for him, it seems like no matter which turn he takes, he’ll always end up miserable. Even so he just adores when you hold him, when you make his life worth living by planting the seed of love within him. Just a few words that doesn’t even need to be true are enough to wrap him around your finger. You were no good for him, this much was clear from the beginning. Like the deadliest drug, giving him the illusion of temporal happiness, all while slowly rotting him from the inside. He can’t get out of this, he doesn’t want to get out, as long as you are alive he’ll keep using this drug, begging you for more. You can’t leave now, and he’ll make sure it stays like this forever.

Soon your visiting time was over, it was the break of dawn and you had to go home. You wanted to leave and already got up from your seat, he then asked, “where are you going?” “I’m going home, you have to stay here for a while.” Something was amiss again, the atmosphere got heavier. His eyes widened and you saw him getting uncomfortable, the change was so drastically like a light switch. “Take me with you,” Raphael demanded. “What?” This surprised you now. “I want to go with you.” He repeated his words once again, after hearing it for the second time you were still bewildered.

You’d like to say you saw determination in his eyes, but you only saw suspicion and anxiety. “If you want to, but lucifer said…” You abruptly stopped mid sentence, before adding, “you know what, let’s just leave together.” Then you gave him a hand. He tried to stand up, one step after another and hold your hand firmly. Out of nowhere he fell forwards, crashing into you again. Just like last time you managed to grab him and prevent the fall. “Ugh.” The boy yelped a little, and with your help, he managed to get back on his feet. Why was his balance so off, you thought, before you remembered the words of lucifer. To think losing his wing would have such an impact on him, you didn’t imagine it’d be this bad.

But standing alone wasn’t enough. You took a few steps back, and waited for him to follow you. When he did, he instantly fell over again. This time you weren’t there to catch him, and he crashed onto the floor. “Ah..” it wasn’t really painful, considering what he went through, but it scared him. He couldn’t walk like before anymore and flying was definitely out of the question. Even if he knew it will get better, this shock still had a physiological effect on him. Was this truly his fate, the path his lord has chosen for him? Will he find the affection he never got once he reached the end of this? He stared back to his legs, cursing his pathetic state under his breath, why was everything so hard?

You on the other hand was mesmerised, those vulnerable and desperate actions of his were making forgotten emotions float up to the surface again. These were the feelings you missed for three weeks, life’s been so boring without him like the main component was missing. The way he looked so crude was making your heart pound. You wanted him, so bad it hurt. When he looked up to you, he met your gaze, the face you made was indescribable. Was it joy, want, or anger? It made him anxious. An unfamiliar place without anyone he can trust. He killed may devils, who knows when one of them would attack him? His helplessness was causing him to depend on you more and more. “Get up, here.” Once again you reached your hand out to him, and pulled him up. With you here to help him keep balance, he was able to move more precisely.

The two of you didn’t do anything dramatic, simply walking out of the hospital hand in hand. Even if you walked pass other devils, they didn’t dare to say anything. You were the descendant of Solomon, and he was the infamous red angel. Was. Sometimes he would trip a little and lean forward, but you always managed to keep him on his feet. It felt like escorting someone who was drunk. Soon you two got out of the hospital and you called for a taxi, then you opened the door and pushed him inside. Raphael held your hand the entire time, unwilling to let go even for a moment. And with that, you two were making your way back to Gehenna.

Now you’ve done it, you really broke out of the hospital. It was way less dramatic than you thought, even so it left a bad taste in your mouth. You could still turn back and act like all of this never happened, should you? Then you looked over to the man sitting next to you in the car, he was looking out of the window, observing hell. “How do you feel, Raphael? You only woke up today after all.” He flinched at your words, then turned around. “I’m fine, I don’t need to go back.” Silence, a pretty awkward one at that. You still haven’t figured out how you should treat him, just the thought that he didn’t feel any resentment towards you was weird. On one hand you wanted to talk about it, on the other hand you didn’t know if it was the right time to do so. Suddenly Raphael spoke up again, “can I hold your hand?” He’s been like that all day, wanting to do such an innocent act with you, as if you didn’t turn his life upside down. It wouldn’t hurt to agree, so you held your hand out. The male was still looking out the window, in addition to that he was also holding your hand now. The rest of the ride went by like this, quietly and peacefully.

Once you two arrived in Gehenna, you helped him get out of the car. He stumbled a little but he was able to walk, though sometimes he would lose his footing and stray off. With heavy steps you two managed to get to your room. The devils who saw you two didn’t stop you, in such instances it was better to stay curious than knowing somehting they shouldn’t. You two had to go up the stairs to reach your destination, that was fun. Really fun. After he arrived in your room, you immediately made him sit down on your bed. He panted a little, already tired, probably because he didn’t move for the past few weeks. Satan did allow him to stay here, but you weren’t sure if he had an own room yet, so you suggested, “You can stay here for the time being, until I get you a separate room.” “…can it be the one next to yours then?” He asked, it was more like a condition though. “I’ll see what I can do.” “Then i don’t mind staying here.” That wasn’t something he gets to decide. You didn’t know what to think about sharing your privacy like this, since you didn’t have an answer yet, you changed the topic.

“Raphael, how do you feel?” “I answered you already, I’m fine,” he sounded mildly annoyed. “Yea, alright. Then what you are thinking?” “What I am thinking? Let’s see.” Raphael stretched himself on your bed, while you stood in front of him. “I can still remember the pain very well. Don get me wrong, I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I don’t need it.” The male started explaining, his expression was serious and nonchalant. Then he trailed off, “huh, my chest feels tight whenever you aren’t here, if I can’t make sure you are with me my air gets snapped off. Like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest by force.” You weren’t sure what to do with these information, based on what you understood it seems like he has a few screws loose. “And?” “And it aches, it hurts. I can’t stand the idea of being separated from you.” He fumbled with his sleeves, but he wasn’t uncomfortable with sharing his thoughts.

Suddenly, out of nowhere he raised his voice, those red eyes of his showed an insatiable hunger in them, a need that can’t be satisfied. He grabbed your leg and pleaded, “don’t hurt me, you can hurt my body but don’t hurt me. Don’t leave me on my own, okay?” It’d be an understatement to say you were caught off guard by his sudden touch. Instead of replying him, you tried to take a few steps backwards, but he held onto you tightly. “Please.” His voice echoed through the room, it kind of freaked you out. In the end you got closer to him, now only inches away from the boy. This seems to satisfy him to some amount and he continued, “my neck, hah…it feels like a hand is choking me. It’s snapping my air off. Choke me please, take this feeling away.” “What are you talking about?” You couldn’t keep your bewilderedness hidden anymore, trying hard to understand the current situation.

“You are the only thing I have left. It’s only fair if I’m the only one in yours too. I’ll be good, I’ll be obedient, please tell me you need me like how I need you.” His hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging into your waist. “Ugh! Wait a second…” “I gave you what you wanted, because of you I ended up like this, don’t you see how good I’ve been to you?” This was getting uncomfortable, you weren’t exacltly scared for your life, rather you were concerned about the situation. Was this the consequences of your actions? “Raphael, calm the fuck down!” You grabbed his arms, trying to yank them away. It was starting to hurt, his nails were scratching you. Even admits all of this you noticed the flickering of his eyes, how his hands trembled and how he was shaking.

“Don’t you love me? Don’t you adore me? Isn’t that why you did all of this? Please tell me it’s true, don’t tell me otherwise. I don’t care if you have to lie. I didn’t do all of that for you to abandon me. Aren’t I the only one who would go this far for you? Tell me, tell me…! Please. I can’t, I can’t breathe. Y/n. Tell me you love me, please, give me everything you have. This agonising pain is too much to bear. Numb those feelings down until i am a shell of what I used to be. You can take anything from me, even if it’s my eyes. It hurts, it pains, help me, please, I’m begging. I think I’m going mad, y/n, have I made the wrong choice? All of this ache is driving me insane, you are my only escape now. Take it all away, make it go away. Is there no end to my suffering?”

His emotions just exploded, everything was all over the place. He also started crying at the same time as well as shaking you back and forth. Anger, doubt and fear filled him up to the rim. There was only so much he could take, and today was his snapping point. Your hand moved first, slapping him across the face, soon it turned red. His little breakdown was going too far and you weren’t nice enough to deal with it. “Fuck I told you to calm down, what are you doing, spouting one nonsense after another?” It’s rare for you to get this angry. You’ve learned to have a lot of patience after coming to hell but this man was pushing you out of your comfort zone. “I’m not good enough. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I can do better.” For some reason you highly doubted it, I mean just listen to what bullshit he was spouting. “Keep your hand on me, hurt me all you want. I’ll keep you entertained, I can be perfection for you.” The stare he gave you was serious, his tears rolled down his cheek with no purpose. Once again he started yapping about some hallucinations and fantasies he had in his brain.

He felt awful. There was no other way to describe it. Everything hurt, there wasn’t anything worth living for but you. If you left now who knows what he’ll do. Being casted aside all this time made him more insecure than he expected. Like a small bunny that got separated from its mother, walking into the wolfs den without a single clue. All that’s left for him was to clench onto any trace of love he could get. With god gone now, he truly had nothing left to lose, he needed nothing but your affection. This wasn’t about you, this wasn’t about him neither. It was about his obsession with finally feeling loved by his creator. For once he wants to be important to someone, to be useful and seen.

This need of his has been building up for centuries, and now he finally gave in to it. God was it pathetic. The title angel should have never been given to the likes of him, he truly was the one mistake of god. Despite all that you couldn’t deny it, the way he panicked was a little cute. It made your stomach feel butterflies, or was it something? The knowledge that all of this was your work made you feel proud. What a wise decision it was to leave with him today, when he’s still the most unstable. Getting thrown into an unfamiliar environment, meeting all kinds of people that can kill you. Maybe you two were pretty similar after all.

You were planning on being nice to him, you really were, but not anymore after all this drama he caused. “Raphael what are you talking about? You don’t get to decide who I’m seeing!” The words that felt from your lips were like blades stabbing his chest, the filter you had was turned off now. “Be grateful, that someone like me is taking care of something so filthy like you! You know it yourself, you are miserable and vulgar, it’s so selfish of you to want to keep me to yourself.” If he was going to let himself run wild like that, he also had to expect some consequences. The face he pulled was priceless, truly youthful greatest joy now. Tears dropped down his cheeks, you were enjoying yourself again, just like three weeks ago. Yes, this was the feeling you desperately missed.

“Such a pathetic being like you is destined to end up like this. Giving yourself up for me, isn’t it only natural? God favours me and not you.” That was a statement you highly doubted, since you weren’t exactly happy about being down here. Nonetheless, you said it just to make your little dove more miserable. Then you cupped his red and warm face, it was completely drenched in his tears now. His eyes looked tired, he seems to be so done with everything, so you cooed at him, “how pitiful you look…If I own you, you will finally find a purpose in that worthless life of yours again. If you give me your everything, naturally I’ll give you something worthy of it too. You can have an ounce of my affection, isn’t it great? Such a high reward for something like you!”

This was inexplainable, whenever it came to him you were like a different person. Ruining him, breaking him, hurting him, all of this became your favourite hobby. You aren’t a sadist, you are only like this with him! You are a good person, you are saving everyone in hell! It seems even you has lost your mind now. How are you going to return to earth with this mindset? The two of you were a match made from the depths of hell, a place not even god dared to enter. A truly beautiful and twisted bridge full of thorns. Instead of fighting together you made him clear the way for you, only to push him into the deadly river afterwards. Why you’d go this far? Honestly you didn’t have a good reason, it was all done for the sake of your enjoyment. “You aren’t enough Raphael, you are never enough.” A soft smile appeared on your face as you chuckled. This was fulfilling, but that blackhole inside you ached for more. “I’m so sorry Raphael, that you were born, and that you have to keep living. I’m begging you, please be lonely forever. Do it for me?”

Raphael was sobbing quietly, yet his features didn’t tell he was sad, instead relief was written all over his face. He didn’t know why, but you were dazzling right now. When you touched him it felt like the hand of god, you were his replacement for his lord. “I know it hurts, it will only get worse from here on, but soon you’ll be craving the pain.” You whispered, wiping his tears away with tender movements. “Please endure all of this and live miserable with me for a long time.” Stay with you, forever, that was all he heard. He filtered the words out he didn’t want to hear, then he gave you a meek smile. How adorable, so damn cute you won’t ever let go of him. You caressed his cheeks from above, smiling back at him. No one could understand the relationship of you two, it was something truly unique and wonderful. Who would have thought that the bunny and the wolf ended up together?

“y/n, do you love me?” Raphael asked, it looks like he finally calmed down. How strange that such words were able to help him. Or it broke him more, who knows. You had to think about what to say, the feelings you experienced when you were with him, the ache you felt and how you wanted to do so many things to him. After a few moments, you eventually came to the conclusion this must be love. Love makes one crazy, if this isn’t love, then what is it? It would mean it was something much more sinister, and that didn’t have a nice sound to it. Maybe it was just a mutual reliance, each one takes something from the other they desperately need while hurting all the involved parties as they do. Even if that was the truth, you couldn’t care less. All you wanted to do was to hold him while he repeats the words, ‘I’m yours’. You kissed his forehead, then answered with a ‘yes’. He pulled you towards him and both of you fell onto the bed, it bounced a little due to your weights. Then, Raphael hugged you tightly as he whispered, “I’m glad. I love you too.”

[nectar-cellar]

amir's life - to be continued

transcript & explanation/spoiler:

Amir: ...Dani?

Dani: Had a good workout, baby?

Amir: I... was just thinking about you.

Dani: I know.

Dani: I've been thinking about you too. I've been so lonely without you.

Dani: Tonight, I want to make up for all our lost time.

Amir: Waiting for me in your panties like an eager little slut, were you?

Dani: Come over here and get me out of them.

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the idea for this story was to write from amir's perspective and show him having an indulgent romantic sexual fantasy about his ex. dani's not really there, it's all in amir's imagination (the dreamy filter represents the fantasy) because he's so lonely and horny and desperate for his desire to be reciprocated. after he climaxed the filter would've gone back to being dark, gray and drab to represent him coming back to his cold reality: laying in his own sweat, shame and self-loathing, completely alone.

so yeah! thank u for reading along <3

[legogender]

GGRRRARGHHH my ninjago ocs. jays half siblings from cliff. notes under the cut and on my ARTFIGHT!!!!!

(these guys r from my jay kinnie canon. from reference jay never tells anyone after skybound and nya doesn't remember enough to ever discuss it so jay is forced to keep this part of its life separate.. at least for a while)

misc notes

- both meet jay (and each other) in a bizarre twist of fate where they all happen to visit cliff's stupid grave at the same time for unrelated reasons

- it is likely they are not the only kids of cliff. but these are the only ones that jay meets out of the ones who even know he was their father

- the ages in that one pic are the ages they are when they meet (just after skybound)

mollie (she/bun)

- younger than jay by 2 yrs!!

- big fan of the ninja and of cliff's movies so connects well with jay quickly despite their differing feelings towards cliff himself

- her birth was kept quiet much like all of cliff's affairs but she grew up knowing he was her father as her mother felt it was right for her to know and mollie takes pride in it. at least until bun realises that her mother was used as a cheap replacement for jay's mother based on superficially similar looks and personality

- very sweet!! and pretty naive... kinda reminds jay of itself when it was buns age......

- mostly able to separate her complicated feelings towards cliff from her love for his movies.. unlike jay who is much more torn up about the whole thing

- loves bunnies!!! likes to doodle them everywhere and jokes that she would be the elemental master of bunnies if bun was a ninja. has a pet dwarf lop called fritz!

tabs (she/they)

- name is short for tabitha but she prefers not to use her full name

- 3 yrs older than jay. very likely that she was concieved through an affair while cliff was dating jay's mother

- their own mother blames tabs for cliff abandoning her. tabs moved out when they were 17 as a result

- hates cliff. she is initially more resistant to befriending jay and mollie due to not wanting any ties to him but slowly changes their mind

- also kinda controversially dislikes the ninja due to viewing them as overhyped celebrities in the wake of s6 stardom... this causes quite a bit of tension between her and jay at first but they both sorta come around to the others viewpoint

- their mother wanted them to be a lawyer. tabs works part time as a dj instead and would like to produce their own music someday

[greendest1ny]

hello ninjago fandom, it's me, greendest1ny, here with some more traditional oni lore. this time, i have ten stories about oni from the traditional japanese mythology where they originate. i am aware that the cannibalism side of oni won the poll, but my mutual @thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks wanted to hear about oni stories instead, so i decided why not just post both? i hope you all enjoy! :D

Red Oni Who Cried

There was once a Red Oni, who wanted nothing more than to befriend humans. Unfortunately for the Red Oni, the humans were terrified of him since he was an oni, which made the Red Oni cry. The Red Oni's friend, the Blue Oni, came up with a plan. The Blue Oni would terrorise and attack the village, and the Red Oni would stop him. They enacted this plan, and it worked. The humans saw the Red Oni as a hero, and a good oni who they would like to befriend. Seeing this, the Blue Oni decided to leave, to avoid any misunderstandings with the humans. The Red Oni returned home to tell the Blue Oni of their plans success, but noticed that the Blue Oni was nowhere to be found. Realising what his friend had done, the Red Oni cried, touched by the Blue Oni's selflessness and friendship.

How Someone Had A Lump Removed By Oni

TW: Cancer, tumours

There was an old man who had a lump on his right cheek, around the size of an orange. The tumor stopped him from engaging in more lucrative professions because they included mingling with people, so he made his living gathering firewood and selling it.

One day, the man went up a mountain to cut wood, but got caught in a storm. He hid in the hollow of a dead tree. He witnessed oni gathering, and creating a great bonfire, as bright as day. The oni drank saké (japanese rice wine), danced, and sang. The old man overcame his fear, and joined the dance. The oni were greatly entertained by his skill, and told him to come back always for an encore. To ensure that the old man would return, they took what they assumed to be something valuable to the old man, the lump on his cheek. The old man was overjoyed to have the tumour removed, without any trace of the tumour having ever been there, or any pain from it.

The old man's neighbour, another old man with a lump on his left cheek, heard about his neighbour's story and asked the old man if he could take his place dancing for the oni that night. The old man agreed, and his neighbour ventured up to the mountain, and hid in that same hollow tree until the oni appeared once again and lit their bonfire, and began to dance and sing and drink again. The chief oni was eagerly waiting for the performance. Unfortunately, the neighbours dancing wasn't as skilled as the old man's, which disappointed the oni greatly. They threw a lump of flesh at the right cheek of the neighbour, leaving him with another tumour on his face. The neighbour returned home distraught.

Momotarō: The Peach Boy

Momotarō was born from a giant peach, which was found floating down a river by an elderly, infertile woman who was washing clothes. She quickly snatched the peach up and returned home. The woman and her husband opened the peach to eat it, and were astonished to find a baby inside of the peach. The child explained that he had been bestowed upon the couple by the gods themselves to be their son. The couple named him Momotarō, from momo (peach) and tarō (eldest son in the family). When Momotarō was a mere five years old, he was capable of felling a large tree with an old knife.

When Momotarō became an adolescent, around fifteen years old, Momotarō left his parents to fight a troupe of Oni who had been terrorising the land, by seeking them out on the island where they dwelled, Onigashima (lit. Oni Island). On his journey he met a talking dog, monkey, and pheasant, all of whom he befriended and shared his rations of kibi dango with. At the island, Momotarō and his friends invaded the oni's fort, and battled them into surrendering. Momotarō and his new friends returned home to his parents with the oni's plundered treasure and the oni chief as a captive.

Oni Mask

There was a girl who worked at a ladies' house to earn money for her ill mother. At the end of every day, the girl spoke to a mask of her mother's face to comfort herself. Unfortunately, the girl's coworker's soon found out about this, and thought it would be funny to replace the mask with an oni mask. The girl took this as a sign that her mother was getting worse, so she informed her boss, and began the journey back to her mother's house. On the way there, a group of gamblers by the roadside captured her and forced her to look after their campfire, to make sure it wouldn't go out, despite the girl's pleas. The girl put the oni mask on to protect her face from the flames. When the men saw her, however, they saw a real oni through the flames, and ran away in terror. The girl gathered up the money and waited for the men to return, but then remembered her mother, and made her way home to her. Her mother was actually in better condition than when the girl had left, and thanks to the money the gamblers had left behind, the girl didn't have to work at the ladies' house anymore, and could focus on caring for her mother.

Issun-Bōshi: One Sun Boy

A childless elderly couple prayed to the Sumiyoshi Sanjin for a child, and so they were able to have one. However, the child born was only around sun tall, or one inch tall, and never grew any taller, so they named him Issun-Bōshi, meaning one sun boy.

One day, Issun-Bōshi said he wanted to go to the capital to become a warrior. He took a bowl, a chopstick as a paddle, a needle as a sword, and a piece of straw as a scabbard, and sailed down the river. Once he'd arrived at the capital, he found a luxurious, large house and found employment there. When a girl of the family who lived there embarked on a trip to the Imperial Palace, she was kidnapped by an oni. As Issun-Bōshi tried to save the girl, the oni picked him up and swallowed him whole. Issun-Bōshi stabbed the oni in the stomach with his needle, making the oni spit him out, surrender and retreat into the mountains from whence he came.

Issun-Bōshi picked up the magic hammer (uchide no kozuchi) that the oni had dropped, and swung it, causing him to grow six feet tall. He then married the girl, and it is said that he was able to use Uchide No Kozuchi to conjure food, treasures, and other such goods, allowing the family to prosper for generations.

The Oni and the Refugees

TW: Cannibalism

There was once a warrior who fell in love with one of the servants of the Empress's Cousin. The warrior eventually won her love, but the girl's master did not want to give her up and allow her to become a married woman, so the couple decided to run away together. They soon became caught in a terrible storm, and were forced to take shelter in an old barn. The warrior drew his bow and remained outside to guard, while the girl went inside the barn to rest. Unfortunately, the barn was so old and so decrepit that an oni managed to sneak inside without using the door, and ate the girl whole. The warrior was unable to hear her screams due to an enchantment placed upon him. When morning came, and the storm had passed, the warrior entered the barn to retrieve his lover, only to find that she was no where to be found. It was only when he found the bloodstains on the floor that he realized what had happened, and that she had been eaten by an oni.

Shuten-Dōji

TW: cannibalism, slavery, kidnapping

There are multiple variations of Shuten-Dōji's origin, but I just went with my personal favourite.

Shuten-Dōji was born after a tumultuous 16 month long pregnancy to a blacksmith and his wife. He had a full set of teeth at birth, was able to walk immediately after birth, was able to talk on the level of a five year old, had the wisdom and physical strength of a sixteen year old, along with an awful temperament, and due to all of this, he was shunned as an 'oni child'. When he was six years old, his mother abandoned him, and he was left wandering from place to place, and then walked the path towards being an oni.

Years later, many people were suddenly reported missing from Kyoto, mainly young women. An onmyōji (essentially a spiritual expert) determined that the Oni King of Mount Oē (Shuten-Dōji) was responsible for the abductions. The Emperor then commanded Minamoto No Yorimitsu and Fujiwara No Yasumasa to eradicate the oni. Yorimitsu and Yasumasa gathered their men, and set off for Mount Oē.

The party encountered a group of four gods, and at their recommendation, disguised themselves as priests. They traveled through a tunnel, and eventually came to a river, where an old woman was doing laundry. She too had been kidnapped by the oni. She explained to the warriors that the kidnapped women were being forced to serve as handmaidens for the oni, but despite that, the oni wantonly murdered the maidens, ate their flesh, and drank their blood.

The warriors, still disguised as priests, convinced the Oni King to give them lodging. The Oni King treated his guests to saké and began to tell them how he was called 'Shuten-Dōji', "the saké drinking lad", by his subjects, and how the oni had been displaced from their ancestral home of the Hira Mountains after Enryaku-ji Temple had been built close by.

Yorimitsu then offered Shuten-Dōji the saké given to him by one of the deities, which quickly made the oni lose consciousness. The warriors dressed up in armor and weapons which they concealed in their back-pack chests. Then they stormed Shuten-dōji's sleeping quarters, and while the four deities held down the oni's limbs, Yorimitsu cut off Shuten-dōji's head with his sword. The severed head was still alive and snapped its jaws, aiming at Yorimitsu's head, but the warrior defended himself by wearing two of his men's helmets in addition to his own. The group returned triumphant to Kyoto with the head.

Ibaraki-Dōji

TW: cannibalism

Ibaraki-Dōji, much like Shuten-Dōji, was born after an arduous 18 month pregnancy, already with a full set of teeth and the ability to walk. They apparently laughed at their mother cruelly when they were born, causing her to die of shock. The oni-like child was too much for their father, so Ibaraki-Dōji was abandoned in front of a barbershop. Fortunately, the lady of the barbershop took Ibaraki-Dōji in and raised them, as she did not have any children of her own.

Ibaraki-Dōji, surpassing adults in strength, proved to be too much for the barbershop, too, but was taught how to be a barber, and settled down. Until one day, when they were shaving a customer's beard, and accidentally cut the man's cheek. In a panic, Ibaraki-Dōji licked the blood off their fingers, and soon developed a taste for it, cutting their customers on purpose so they could drink their blood.

The barbershop eventually caught on, and the lady of the barbershop was furious with Ibaraki-Dōji. Ibaraki-Dōji made their way to a bridge and looked down at their reflection in the river, noticing that they now looked fully oni.

Ibaraki-Dōji ran away to the mountains, where they eventually met Shuten-Dōji and became his servant. Ibaraki-Dōji was the only oni in Shuten-Dōji's gang to survive Yorimitsu's massacre.

Ibaraki-Dōji wasn't done with Yorimitsu's gang, however, as they shapeshifted into a young, beautiful girl on a roadside, where one of Yorimitsu's friends who had participated in the massacre, Watanabe no Tsuna, became worried about her, and made her ride on his horse. Ibaraki-Dōji then revealed themselves, and grasped Tsuna's hair and began to fly over to the mountains. Tsuna wasn't panicked in the slightest, and simply cut Ibaraki-Dōji's arm off to free himself.

Tsuna showed the arm to Yorimitsu, who consulted an onmyōji, who said "the oni will surely come for its arm, so confine yourself in your house for seven days, and don't let anyone in the house for that time." just as the onmyōji said, Ibaraki-Dōji came back for their arm many days later, but was inable to get into Tsuna's home thanks to the power of a Humane King Sutra and a talisman.

Finally, on the evening of the last night, Tsuna's aunt, Mashiba, came to Tsuna's home. Tsuna told her the circumstances, and said that she couldn't enter, but his aunt complained, "from a young age, I raised you with great care, and my reward is this kind of treatment?" and with that, Tsuna disobeyed his instructions, and let his aunt into his home. However, his aunt was actually Ibaraki-dōji in disguise. While still in his aunt's appearance, Ibaraki-dōji expressed desire to see the arm, and after carefully looking at the arm taken out of its seal within a box, suddenly turned back into an oni's appearance. Ibaraki-dōji, holding the arm, flew up in the air, broke the gable, and disappeared in the distance in the sky.

Tamura's Tale

An oni named Ōtakemaru attacked people on their way to the capital, stealing their gifts to the capital and any other valuable goods. The Emperor soon grew fed up with this, and demanded that Sakanoue no Tamuramaru stop Ōtakemaru. Tamuramaru led an army of 30,000 men to the mountain where Ōtakemaru lived, but Ōtakemaru was a skilled flyer, and blended into the dark clouds on the mountain and hid himself, causing storms, thunderbolts, and a rain of fire, stalling Tamuramaru's army for several years.

Meanwhile, that very mountain was also home to a goddess named Suzuka Gozen. Ōtakemaru was obsessed with her beauty and longed to spend a night with her. Every night, he would shapeshift into a beautiful man or a nobleman and visit her mansion. However, Suzuka Gozen could see through his plans, so she never replied.

Unable to find Ōtakemaru, Tamuramaru prayed to the gods and Buddhas, and that night an old man appeared in his dream and told him to get Suzuka Gozen's help in defeating Ōtakemaru. Tamuramaru sent his 30,000 men back to the capital and advanced alone through the mountain, where a beautiful woman appeared and invited him into her mansion.

She then said, "I have come down from heaven to assist you in defeating the oni of this mountain. I will plot to defeat Ōtakemaru." This woman was Suzuka Gozen.

With the guidance of Suzuka Gozen, Tamuramaru reaches the castle where the oni lives, but the goddess tells him "Ōtakemaru cannot be defeated as long as he is protected by the Sanmyō no ken (three holy swords of great power)." When Suzuka Gozen returned to her mansion, Ōtakemaru appeared again, transformed into a boy, and Suzuka Gozen responds by saying, "The shogun Tamuramaru is trying to kill me. I would like to have the Sanmyō no ken defend myself." Ōtakemaru gave her two of the three swords, but kept the last sword to himself.

The next night, Otakemaru returned to the mansion and engaged in a fierce battle with Tamuramaru, who was waiting for him. Revealing his true form, Otakemaru became a ten-foot-tall kijin, glared at Tamuramaru with eyes that shone like the sun and moon, and hurled about three hundred ice-like swords and spears at him, but two gods, standing on either side of Tamuramaru, swept them all away. As Ōtakemaru split into thousands of oni, Tamuramaru unleashed his divine arrow, one arrow splitting into a thousand, and the thousand arrows splitting into ten thousand, hitting the faces of all the thousands of demons. Ōtakemaru resisted, but in the end, his head was cut off by the Sohayano Tsurugi (Tamuramaru's Sword). Ōtakemaru's head was brought to the capital for the Emperor to view, and Tamuramaru lived with Suzuka Gozen in peace.

Some time passed, but Ōtakemaru, who had returned as a spirit, was revived and barricaded himself in Kiriyama, Mutsu Province, and began to cause chaos.

Tamuramaru set off for Mutsu. Ōtakemaru made an impregnable castle built by oni in Kiriyama, but Tamuramaru was able to enter the castle from a back door that Suzuka Gozen showed him. Unable to contain himself, Ōtakemaru leapt at Tamuramaru, but was decapitated a second time by Sohayano Tsurugi. Ōtakemaru's head flew into the sky and bit into Tamuramaru's helmet, but Tamuramaru was wearing two, saving his life, and Ōtakemaru's head died. The remaining oni were executed, and Ōtakemaru's head was placed in a Treasure House.

The Tale of Princess Sarashina

A samurai named Taira no Koremochi was tasked by a shrine to hunt oni, and his mission had taken him up a mountain, where a kijo (a woman so wicked that she had turned into an oni) was said to reside.

Koremochi and his attendants found a small group of nobles having a leaf viewing party (watching the leaves go from green to orange and fall), and sent one of his companions to investigate. The man was told that a noble princess was hosting the party, but the princess's ladies-in-waiting wouldn't tell him the princess's name. Just as Koremochi and his retainers decided to continue their journey, one of the ladies-in-waiting approached and told them that the princess had heard of Koremochi, and she wanted to invite them to the party. Koremochi and his attendants agreed.

The warriors were introduced to Princess Sarashina, an incredibly beautiful woman. They all sat and watched the leaves, drinking saké, and dancing. Koremochi asked the princess to dance for him, and she did. The men soon became intoxicated and tired, and fell asleep.

While he slept, Koremochi dreamed of Hachiman, the god of war. Hachiman told him that Princess Sarashina was actually the kijo, Momiji, and that he must kill her with the holy sword, Kogarasumaru (“Little Crow”). When Koremochi woke, the sword he dreamed of was in his hand and he knew that his dream had been an order from Hachiman himself. He ran after the women, and a huge fire broke out, engulfing the mountain. Suddenly a ten foot tall kijo with horns made of burning trees appeared, and Momiji and Koremochi fought eachother viciously. In the end, Koremochi was successful, and slew the oni.

Other Oni Stories

here i've compiled other tales of oni that weren't quite long enough to fill an entire entry.

Long ago, a young boy named Yajuro befriended an oni. The two would play and wrestle, and Yajuro would bring the oni garlic, which was the oni's favorite food. They sat by a large tree, where the oni would listen to Yajuro's problems and offer the child wisdom. Yajuro told him of how his village was struggling from a drought, and that very night, the oni built a canal in the village, and saved them. The people of the village enshrined the oni, and the tools that he used are on display in that very shrine

On another occasion, a blacksmith with a very beautiful daughter said "If a man can make ten swords in one night, I’ll give him my daughter as his bride" As soon as he uttered those words, an oni appeared and forged ten swords faster than any human possibly could. The blacksmith was troubled, so while the oni was sleeping, he hid one of the swords. When the oni awoke he counted the swords and he cried, “There aren’t ten swords!” gave up, and returned to the mountain.

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i can seriously imagine mystaké telling a young garmadon and wu these stories, and then garmadon telling lloyd, and lloyd absentmindedly mentioning them while talking with arin and sora,,

but anyway, that's just some of the stories about oni i found, and i know there are many more out there. thank you for reading, and i hope this taught you a little more about the traditional folklore that surrounds oni!

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other oni lore

traditional oni stories, traditional oni weapons, oni and cannibalism, kijin/source oni, how oni were created, what repels oni, oni gods of thunder and wind

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[p0rk-guts]

Now that I think about it it's kind of absurd that Vaggie is the only exorcist who's ever been abandoned and left in hell. It honestly seems like a huge needless risk. since Lute did what she did to Vaggie, she must've already known angels could be harmed with angelic steel. Why else would she try cutting off her wings and ripping her eye out if she didn't think that could harm her. Just to fuck with her?

(Which opens up the can of worms that is the fact that angels can be harmed without angelic weapons and it happens countless times onscreen through impact, falling debris, Lute ripping her arm off— you'd think if only angelic steel could cause them harm all of that wouldn't? Harm them then? In my rewrite they're extremely durable to these things and just quickly regenerate when they lose limbs through other means.)

If Vaggie had a functional brain, she could've easily put two and two together that angels could be harmed with angelic weapons (if she didn't already know? Which she should have???) and then shared this knowledge with others, arming them with knowledge that could spark war. Not just that but she could spill any and all Intel she had about heaven and the exorcists. And they just left her there? Alive?

I doubt in the countless years the exterminations have been going on Vaggie was the only one to ever falter, and Lute was the only one to ever see this kind of behavior and react this way (unless Lute is an idiot who wasn't even supposed to do what she did to Vaggie but nobody cared). The only way I could see this possibly being the case is if the exterminations were a recent development (like a few decades but even then. Kind of a stretch) which I don't think they are but hey correct me if I'm wrong.