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starryficsfinishwen · 5 months ago

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── .✦ doomsday game ; xiangli yao x reader

if the world was ending, would you love me for the hell of it? syn. if, theoretically, the world were to end today, what would you do? if you ask xiangli yao, he wouldn't mind spending the last days on earth with you.

*inspired by 4* zayne card with the same name (love and deepspace)

a.n. - oh god he corrupts me I love him. HAPPY RELEASE DAY XIANGLI YAO!!! As an honor for getting his weap, for now being guaranteed (my S1 Xiangli Yao is glacio and short??), I GIVE THIS FIC AS MY THANK YOU. ALSOHAHSHSHSHS I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THE WRONG FIC IM SORRY BUT HERE IT IS

pairing - xiangli yao x f!rover

words - will edit when I switch to lappy

content warnings - none!! major fluff!! also pre-established relationship

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Potent rumors often plant seeds of disbelief.

It often came as a small white lie, an utterance between two consenting parties. When it reaches the leeching tongue of the birds, they fall to the ground, sprouting things that are weeds to the truth. If left alone, they would deter nature's course.

For example, the rumors somewhat turned into some prophecy— “the world is ending soon”.

How does it end? They say it's a global snowstorm. Maybe another global flood. A supernova collision. No, they definitely said it was an onslaught of active volcanoes erupting to create a flood of lava. Or maybe, some Sentinel wished for immense havoc, with its god-like power awakening to slaughter everything in its path.

However, for scientists like Xiangli Yao, all those claims seem comical.

“The world is ending soon?” A fellow scientist slaps his own knee, “That's complete bull!”

In the middle of the long table of the Academy, what was once a flickering 3D map of Jinzhou was temporarily dimmed; instead, a couple of scientists had gathered, playing cards for their breaktime.

“I know, right? It's too funny; they really think the world is ending so soon.”

One of them throws the card, a chorus of laughter.

“My findings say otherwise,” said a cocky researcher, “The fluctuations isn't very severe. We can live to see another millennia here in our world!”

“The plants and people are still alive and well.” The glimmer of a card catches everyone else's attention, “Very far from the truth indeed.”

One scientist lets out an indignant huff, “But how did they even reach that conclusion? Do they have the data?”

The group pauses for a bit. Some bit their lip, another shuffled their cards, and the other couldn't help but sigh. “Um, proof or not, I think they are still sprouting nonsense.” Muttered the first scientist.

Another eerie silence envelops them. Until one of them throws a card at the center. “The tacet marks have been spreading nonstop...”

They throw another. “TD's are also unstable, giving a major interference to the once-natural resonance cords.”

And when he throws the last trump card, almost all of the players had a grim look on their face. “We are merely just a few months recovering from the Retroact Rain. Our soldiers cannot handle another catastrophe!!”

With a trembling shout from the scientist, everyone else near the group stopped on their tracks. Noticing that the attention was on him, the poor scientist slides back to his chair, embarrassed. Even the ones he was playing with had a gloomy face.

“...Not to diminish our pride but...who knows...what happens to Jinzhou...not to mention our Sentinel and Magistrate...”

“That's understandable. The evidences speak for themselves.”

All eyes are on the man who spoke after a long while. Between the dim lights of the Academy's hall and his slow steps, his versicolored eyes glimmers brightly than ever.

“I understand your concerns, Ray,” Xiangli Yao reaches out to pat the forlorn scientist by his shoulder, “We are merely at the recovery stage for Jinzhou, yet our nation has been going through too many things already.”

Amethyst eyes wander among the resonance cords on the screen. They catch a familiar face of a person, one that made his own heart skip a beat.

“However, Jinzhou still stands until today. We cannot say the exact date for the end of the world—it could be today, tomorrow, or another millennium—but as long as we are still here to see the flowers blooming or the children laughing, then why should we stop today?”

A roar of cheers erupts throughout the hall. The lamenting scientist sniffles in joy. Yet the Principal Investigator couldn't look away from the certain figure of a girl.

“But if the world were to end soon,” muttered a nearby scientist, causing Xiangli Yao to glance at him, “Hmm...I wonder where I'll go.”

Without a clear future in mind, and you, the Rover, who only woke up just now—the thought is scary. If, indeed, the world was ending soon, then what happens next? What happens to you?

The cats have been meowing nonstop.

As if sensing the air, they were pawing at your ankles, as if trying to catch your attention. One, two, three- maybe even five- cats trying to catch your attention.

Picking the white one, who was the one visibly stressed, you coo her as you scratched the back of her ear.

“What's wrong, hm?” You playfully kissed the cat's cheek, “Was the food not enough for you? If I overfeed you, Mr. Investigator will have to put you on another diet.”

Somehow understanding you, the cat gently pushes you off of their face with their paws, meowing.

“Hey, I'm telling the truth! As much as it hurts my poor heart, I can't feed you again today...”

“...I suppose you can allow them,” pipped a familiar voice, “They do look awfully thin.”

Nearly spilling the cat off of your arms, you squeak as you turn to meet a smiling Xiangli Yao. “M-Mr. Investigator?!”

“It's the first time you've addressed me by my title, Ms. Rover,” He teases, opting to carry the black cat on your feet, “I suppose our relationship is back to being professional?”

“The cats seem to know you more like that,” you emphasized, “Mr. Principal Investigator.”

He laughs—a tender laugh, it makes your heart squeeze—that it makes you pout. “I suppose that is right. Consider it a working place, then.”

Xiangli Yao stands next to you, holding out the black cat as it meows. With a funny thought, you ask, “Did you even know why they approached you in the first place?”

“Is it because I feed them?”

“No,” You playfully stuck out your tongue at him, “They say it's because it's to ward off bad spirits.”

Xiangli Yao goes silent, before looking at the cat, then back to you. “Hmm. I suppose I should stay away from you?”

Ultimately backfired. The joke goes back to you. With a dramatic gasp, you shrug. “Seeing as the cats was the one who approached me today, I think it's you who should go away for now.”

Freely laughing onto the summer air, the cats' meows intertwine with the yours. It's like any other workday— Xiangli Yao leaves mid-afternoon from work to meet and feed the cats, walking elsewhere until he's comfortable enough to go and finish his work.

It's only been a few weeks since a new addition to his itinerary: you. Now, every afternoon, the cats would find themselves carried by the warm sunlight; and you, taking care of them before him, drenched in sunset glow.

Like now, Xiangli Yao notes. But the thoughts were far too tempting. He takes a dive in them.

“So, Mr. Investigator,” you asked as you found yourselves by the stalls, nudging him softly, “where to next?”

The cats slowly left as soon as your walks stretched farther than usual. You were too nice to disturb Xiangli Yao, when he was far too absorbed in his thoughts.

“...Ah,” He purses his lips, slowly stopping in his steps, “I'm sorry, Rover. I hadn't realized we've gone this far.”

The streets decorated with the loud and bursting stalls sound in the background. Yet in the midst of it all, Xiangli Yao is silent as ever, his robotic hand over his lips, eyebrows furrowed. You think it's cute, from the curve of his pout, but you quickly shake it off.

“No worries at all. But you look like you have a lot on your mind, maybe you want to share them?”

Xiangli Yao looks at you. Behind you, the sun in Jinzhou has never set—bathing you in its reverberating halo, casting an ethereal glow. With his heart skipping a beat, he looks away with a sigh.

“...[Y/N],” every syllable of your name sounds too foreign for him, yet too holy, “Would you...like to come and stay with me for now?”

“Of course,” You smile, “Where do you want to go, Xiangli?”

His face remains serious as he speaks. “My house.”

“...I'm sorry?”

Going to Xiangli Yao's house was something you've never expected.

Sure, you often get invitations to visit your friends' houses once in a while. But it seems different when someone like Xiangli Yao asks you to go home with me.

Wait. With a mental slap, you scold yourself. Why do you feel different when it's with Xiangli Yao? Was there something about him? Watching unfocused amethyst eyes seems to make you worry. You were definitely not feeling something, right?

Unless?

“Is there anything else you'd like?” Xiangli Yao pops up from his kitchen, carrying a plate full of snacks in one arm and drinks in another, “I'm sorry, these are some of the food I could make.”

“It's okay, I'm more than happy to already taste what you make!” You said as you rush to help him.

But as you are about to take the plates, you couldn't help but gasp.

“Oh, does my hand scare you?”

Instead of the usual robotic hand you've grown accustomed to, it had morphed into a larger metal plate, to fit the two plates.

“No!” You shake your head with a laugh, “It's just the first time I've seen it like this. Does it change back?”

By the time the plates are on the table, Xiangli Yao twists his robotic hand (plate?), popping it out of the socket. “It does. Let me get it.”

“Do you...” Watching him scurry, you pick up a chip from the plate, “...need a hand?”

A resounding clang! echoes back to you. It takes a while before he returns to the room, rolling his hand as he grins. “I believe it's back in its proper place.”

Still the same stupid jokes that make you cackle. Eventually, you both settle down. The afternoon telenovela plays on the TV. Finally settled to sit on the ground instead of the chair, you end up picking the savory chips, munching as you devotedly watch the scenes in front of you. You don't even bat an eye even as you feel Xiangli Yao sits next to you. Silence. But a good kind.

How long have you known Xiangli Yao again? Whatever you both do, you're still content with each other's company. From the corner of your eye, you notice his gaze firmly on the TV, empty hands hair's breadth away.

“The Moonlit Fair,” you said slowly after a comfortable silence, “now that it's over, are you back to your usual work?”

He hums. “Depends how you define "usual work".”

“Metalwork and other groundbreaking discoveries.”

You bring your knees close to your face, resting your head so you could comfortably turn to see Xiangli Yao's face. Chromatic colors paint the neutral look on his face. Yet when he turns, a pretty smile replaces it.

“The field of science is only a curiosity away,” he pipes, mimicking your pose, “That's always something I've been doing, even before the start of the Moonlit Fair.”

This goody-two-shoes prodigy has always been the talk of the town. Even in Huaxu Academy, even from Mortefi's mouth, he is long lauded as someone who easily creates breakthroughs.

“I'm jealous.” You admit, sighing, “You can easily create new things.”

“That's not true.”

“Ah, I guess I can say with pride that I often help people, too.”

“However you may say it, it doesn't erase the fact that you are doing so much more than you think.” He said, “You're the mysterious Rover. You have lost memories related to this city. And from what I've heard, you hold so much history.”

He reaches out, human hand hesitating to touch your face. With a fleeting downcast gaze, he ends up booping your cheek. It makes you flinch from surprise.

“...I should be the one jealous of you, if that's the case, [Y/N].” His smile causes his eyes to close, a genuine look on his face, “You've done many incredible things that are worthy rather than simple praises.”

Did Xiangli Yao ever look this pretty before? Soft skin and amethyst irises through fluttering lashes. You wish you could brush away the hair that covers his eyes. Carefree, kissable lips. Wait—you cough, looking awau to hide the blush tinting your cheeks.

“Please, stop flattering me. I might end up bursting a hole in your roof.”

“I'll be sure to let Xiang-LEE and Patty fix that.”

A ticklish giggle escapes your lips as you turn back to see him. “Please leave my kids alone, you have overworked them during the festival.”

“...Please don't worry,” he shrugs, chuckling, “They'll be granted a paid vacation anyways.”

Seeing as the telenovela has lost its charm, and the poor food in front of you could go to waste, and maybe not wanting to end the fun yet, you decide to test your waters.

“Xiangli,” you said, noticing how he perked his head at the mention of his name, “I want to play a game.”

“An electronic one again?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Truth or Dare.”

Xiangli Yao laughs. “Oh, I didn't know you were into childish games like that.”

“I'm curious about you, and I'm sure you feel the same way.” You point out, “What's a better way than to play a game?”

“You could have asked and I wouldn't mind answering, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you sit up straight, grinning, “Truth or Dare?”

Xiangli Yao mirrors you. “Already?”

“Pick already, or I might change my mind.”

“Hmm...Dare.”

Suppose your afternoon would be so different. A few chugs of the drinks, greedy hoarding of chips, spent markers, and random doodles later, you find yourself dressed in one of his lab coats with a clip of some of his IDs, and him in the flashiest shirt. The laughter has long strained your lips but it still ends up being the sweetest you've ever tasted. Apart from that, the glow in Xiangli Yao's face is also different, one that makes your heart skip faster.

“You've what?”

Xiangli Yao laughs a little too loudly. “A mini mouse that would greet anyone who opens the door. Mortefi was the first victim, because I didn't know he was deathly afraid of mice.”

The mental image of Mortefi from Xiangli Yao's prank comes abruptly that it causes you to match the latter's laughter—hollering until your back finds the sofa, slapping the carpet.

“Oh my God,” you wheeze, “It's not even a surprise why he hates you even more!”

Xiangli Yao wipes a tear from his eye, sparkly eyeshadow slightly staining his cheeks, “I bought him some coffee to apologize, but the joke hadn't died down for weeks.”

He finds himself sitting closely with you now, head against the sofa. With a little of your mingling laughter in the air, he couldn't help but watch as your fits of laughter continued, albeit a little softer. Through your literal rose-colored lenses, did you see the world like that, too?

“It's my turn now, right?” You ask, your shoulders an aftershock from your laughter.

“Mm,” he nods, “Have you run out already?”

“No, never!”

“Alright, since I've been picking dares for a while. I'll go with truth.”

“Have you ever heard of the rumors?” You begin, laughter dying down, as you take a bite from the chip. “That the world is "ending soon"?”

Xiangli Yao freezes. So you've heard. It's no surprise as it already made a turmoil between the scientists in Huaxu Academy. Yet the dread somehow comes creeping back to him.

“If, theoretically, the world were to end today,” you slowly speak, carefully choosing the words, “In a few hours or so. What would you do?”

What would he do? A tricky question. But a calid one at that. “The end of the world wouldn't happen so abruptly.”

“Mm, yeah, but I am curious about your answer.”

What would Xiangli Yao do? And somehow, the dimming living room feels so small, the only light source was a forgotten TV color palette. When he looks at you, your doe eyes sparkle in the darkness. The closeness of your bodies, the fleeting smell of spring on your shoulder, with a hint of him.

“Well...” He slides down to the floor, patting the space beside him, “I'll let you know if you lay here with me.”

“Are you sure there are no pranks here?”

“I'm honest.”

You eventually follow his words, so you could meet the level of his eyes. Watching the glow of his inspiration-filled eyes, they somehow make you smile.

“I heard all about it when my colleagues were playing a game during break time.” Xiangli Yao begins, “Some claim it's not true, but there have been others who believe it's so soon.”

“What do you think?”

He looks away, opting to stare at the ceiling above. You follow his sight, unaware of what was next.

“I don't know.” He says truthfully, robotic hand pointing upward, “With everything that has happened, no one else can predict it.”

“Even a knowledgeable scientist like you?”

He glances at you. “Even a knowledgeable scientist like me.”

He looks back to where his hand points. Casting a power, a small purple cube dances in his robotic hand, knowing that you were watching so intently.

“But if the world were to end today, then I wouldn't mind spending the day with the cats I feed.”

The cube glows brightly, floating so freely in his hand. A flash of scenes play through its squares, too fast to see, yet too slow to be noticed.

“I wouldn't mind having the TV on, sitting on the floor with snacks all over, even though there's a perfectly good sofa.”

He hears your small laugh, which makes him smile. The cube falls to his chest, where it travels all the way to you.

“I wouldn't mind spending the last hours playing Truth or Dare, with someone who's extraordinary.”

This time, Xiangli Yao looks at you. Wide-eyed and speechless, from the way the cube touches your outstretched hand, watching the faint glow of the halo on your own body. If the world were to end, he wouldn't get tired of watching this view; watching the rise and fall of your chest as you stare in awe, calloused hands tenderly watching over his own work of art, knowing that there'll never be another you if the world were to end.

Knowing that he's long been blessed to exist in the world where you are in it.

“I think I wouldn't mind spending the last hours on Solaris-3 with you, [Y/N].”

The cube pops, a sprinkle of glitter all over your body. Glancing, your heart throbs loudly in your chest, as you heard his confession.

How did this happen again? You were merely friends with the scientist. After the successful Moonlit Fair, you often find yourself bumping into him, simple errands and impromptu hang outs when you do. Watching Xiangli Yao in his humble abode, the telenovela a white noise, and the shade of colors lighting his face—have you ever seen him more than a friend?

“Xiangli Yao,” you breathe, which made him freeze, “you...”

He smiles. “I'm not rushing to know your answer. I am merely stating the facts.”

A good friend. But now you figured out why that rubs you off the wrong way. You have always known the answer to your feelings.

“[Y/N],” Even the way Xiangli Yao speaks your name, a softer one, where in the world they called you "Rover", he calls you differently.

“[Y/N],” Reaching out, his human hand finds a strand of your hair, gently pulling it to his lips. “[Y/N],”

Xiangli Yao calls your name, one that makes you throb.

“If, theoretically,” he repeats the question you asked before, “the world does end today, what will you do?”

In a world where your memories are lost in the ripples of time and reverberation. You had the same answer.

“...I wouldn't mind spending it with a certain scientist.” You smile, watching him mirror yours, “I wouldn't mind spending it with you, Xiangli Yao.”

“[Y/N]...”

“Xiangli,” you reach out to cup his cheek, to which he closes his eyes to snuggle to the warmth, “Xiangli, you're like the cats.”

“Then will you ever mind if I could hold on to you?”

Weary arms find themselves asking for yours. And like you, touch-starved for his own touch, lean onto him, the smell of spring and that you could forget the world.

“...I would,” you said, and you do mean it, “I'll hold onto you, Xiangli.”

Oh god pls let me have him irl too

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— starry

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scentedpepper · 7 months ago

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Embered Metamorphisis

JASPER HALE X WEREWOLF!GN READER

● gif by @goodomcns

Summary: The aftermath of transfroming into a giant, raging wolf isn't kind to you --yet, your sworn enemy is.

Content Warnings: Uhhhh, descriptions of bones cracking, hair sprouting and such werewolf things.

Other Pairings: Sam Uley x GN Reader, Wolf Pack mentioned, Carlisle and Edward mentioned.

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Slowly slipping back into my twilight phase...

We didn't get enough struggles of being a quileute shapeshifter content so heres your stuggles of being a quileute shapeshifter content

Yeah I'm changing up my format but does that mean that I'm going back and re editing all 8 parts of leon kennedy series —lol

I have a marvel fic written and I literally have no excuse as to why its taking me so long to edit but yk

Heres twilight instead?

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You pulled your eyelids closer to your waterline, the splash of water against your searing hot face felt dull compared to the tear shaped lava dripping down the curve of your back, meeting at the waistband of your boxers and leaving a sour, pungent smell within the fabric.

Your body shook with such agony, that had you been the fragile, human-esqu being that you posed as, your bones would have liquified; bones that turned a delicate peach flower shade of cream.

If you looked up into the mirror in front of you, you were sure, at this rate, you'd see steam floating off the very skin that had stretched and molded itself and grew hair the length of a beanstalk all over your body. But this wasn't the pain that tore apart every neuron in your brain, and rendered you to nothing but a shivering, aching mess.

It was something else, and even with your mind so sluggish, so disoriented and tired that you could easily sleep for several days and your stomach, pouring out gurgling noises of bregrudement that you could barely hear over the own ringing in your ears, ached with its hunger.

You seemed to be grunting to yourself, atop the linoleum flooring of your bathroom that you felt as if your feet were burning holes into. You made your own noises out in passing, brief, in and out moments where your ears tuned back to your surroundings. Huffs. Whistling. There was faint cursing.

Stupid. Fuckin stupid. The voice ran through your foggy mind, an echo of rage.

Your entire body shook with such a powerful force, so dolorous in nature, that your eyes held heavy purple bags beneath them. You squinted them ever further closed, yet the light seeped out from the crevices like tears.

You didn't dare look to the light, it'd be like blinding yourself to the sun because everything now was 10 times brighter, clearer, intense. You heard each beat of your pulse right behind your ears, it wasn't as much 'thump, thump, thump' as a constant noise that felt more like you were vibrating.

It was all the more aggravating, all of it.

Your muscles were spasming beneath you and the longer you stood the more you couldn't feel your toes. The longer you locked yourself in your bathroom, huddled into the furthest corner, the closer you felt death crawling along your own skin.

What are you? That question held such power to pull the rug beneath your feet. Objectively, you knew. Sam had crossed borders to ensure you didn't break the treaty anymore than he already was. And your mind held such a haze that not even now you could clearly decipher what exactly had happened.

The haze acted as a wall between your mind and Sam's, even as he commanded you, tumbled with you through the woods, wrestled you to the forest floor, leaves and broken branches caught in your fur as he snapped and snarled above you; he couldn't see clearly what happened. Let alone explain to you the precise point that your wolfy instincts -because apparently that was a thing you held within your very being- reigned.

All you could recall was a few faces.

Jasper's visage, etched with both horror and regret, staring back at you with rubies -as if you were the monster and not him.

At some point, you could faintly remember him speaking to you from below as his hands fiercely held your snout, telling you to transform back into your usual self. But his face...it spoke volumes at how ready he was to run if not needed, to flee. Like in that moment, the only difference between life and death were the few inches separating you both.

Then there was Carlisle. You don't remember what happened in between but you remembered seeing the struggle in his and Edward's faces as they attempted to hold you down without hurting you and having themselves killed in the process.

With Sam, the memories were clearer, sharper. They kept surfacing like bubbles on a swirly tub.

He too spoke but the difference between him and Jasper was that his were demands, not pleas.

Each plea was so faint against his normal voice -shockingly enough- and you could always recollect his words like a chanting, mantra of those just told a horrific, traumatizing tale.

"Concentrate. " Was what he said.

Your name. Sometimes the shortened version with his southern drawl etched in at the edges.

But your bones didn't ease themselves in molding, twisting, grinding back into their shape until Sam got there. More importantly, that uncomfortable heated feeling of hair pushing itself out from your flesh faded to a shiver.

And your faint memories did not aid the man, who you'd previously held an unimaginable grudge against, in easing you into the subject. So, he stuck to what he knew, what he was sure made the most sense to any half-man, half-wolf in your situation.

Quileute blood. This. That.

Each time you gritted your teeth, clacked them, your canines jarring against each other as he droned on about the treaty, about the vampires, about your time around all of them at once probably being the source of your trigger.

The magic in your blood lit ablaze like gasoline poured onto a pile of wood inside of you. And you didn't understand. Wouldn't for a while until you were coherent, not like this. But the idea of you simply being the one to blame had your mouth pursing shut, biting hard enough to draw that salty copper smell across your tongue.

Subjectively, as you stood in your bathroom, eyelids stapled shut, brain still muddled, body hotter than hot itself. Shaking. Teeth, sharper than usual, still dug painfully into the open wound in your mouth, pulling your lips back harshly.

You didn't know what to call yourself.

Werewolf.

Shapeshifter.

Monster.

They all seemed to mean the same thing.

Vampire.

Cold ones.

Blood sucker.

Those all meant the same too.

Enemy.

Your heart stung at that; painful. Sharp. There was something wet coming down your cheeks but you didn't acknowledge it. Barely registered the sound of your bones cracking from inside, the stretch and pull as tendons and ligaments reformed to shape your humanoid form.

Your teeth didn't let go of your lip as your body continued to reform itself in the correct places, your feet dirtied from the bottoms after you stalked through the woods behind your house, naked and scathed from your only 3rd transformation in counting.

You were not yet adjusted, that much was obvious as the rest of the wolves watched you stumble into your home before you were out of sight. Not because they could smell your shame or the pain you were in, not because your face was still smeared with mud and slobber. But because something struck their ears just then, the sound loud enough to echo from miles behind you and they recognized it for what it was.

A whimper. Pain, so visceral and agonizingly immense you almost keeled forward and gasped for air as soon as the shuddery whine passed.

You'd found your bedroom floor before you clung to the bathroom sink as you were now, the bite doing little but help rid the bitterness and tang on your tongue. The pit of your stomach tightened for a moment as your ears began picking up on your mother's soft shuffling noises and you could tell her exact location, how she fidgeted around on the couch.

But you were again drawn back into yourself and the memories seemed to flash once more as your body convulsed and twisted, feverously hot and unbearably sticky. But each pain felt like pure acid seared against a wound.

There were some parts that you noticed as things changed within your entire human psyche. For instance, the room, your room, smelled differently; it tasted differently. Your eyes, what were usually able to scatter quick glances about yourself yet it came off as completely relaxed and indifferent, your pupils darted as if you had a million things to look at.

This time, your lungs felt small, compressed and with that came each bit of scent the bathroom provided. All of it.

The hint of floral perfume that resided with your sister, most likely used the bathroom beforehand.

The watered-down aloe essence of a bottle of SPF that you guessed to be your brothers because it was strong, closer than the rest.

Then the sweetness of your mother's strawberry cream soap she splashed onto her hair in the morning and onto her skin not long before her eyes were drooping.

The musk of cologne, the sweatiness from the summer night. Some aftershave and others, toothpaste. The mint lingering from it assaulted your olfactories like the taste of charcoal briquettes did your dry throat.

It was everything all at once yet, each scent, noise, sight, touch was distinct. Picked out and pinpointed. You could hear your own heartbeat. You could hear how loudly the door caved a centimeter in its frame when the air from the fan swirled into the vent.

And when the sink began to crumble under your grip it was loud, deafening. A tidal wave and snap made entirely of your own anger. You couldn't bear to look in the mirror. You couldn't bear to lift your head and see a monster looking back at you.

You'd been in this state for hours, every minute, every single second, you could feel the warmth of the blood pumping through your veins, moving each muscle slowly, one by one. You knew the bone structure had settled as you curled in on yourself, facing the wall by the sink.

For the first half hour -though to you it felt like two- your mother had banged against the door, concerned by the slight creak and the heat you emitted through it. She cursed, cried. Stomped. After a while it became nothing but background noise to your ears, the vibrations going ignored against the center of your back, directly underneath her hand.

You heard her steps across the floor and the buzz of the phone line and then Sam but the searing hot pain encapsulating your muscles blocked you from hearing what he was saying; the only two words you picked up was 'let' and 'normal'. In short, he was barking reassuring sentences that were more mumbled than articulated in your ears.

More importantly, you could faintly sense just how long Sam had been on the line with your mother. Time kept going and the more it did, the clearer everything was from the white paint chipping off the door frames, to the noises in your own body.

But the heat never ceased, you couldn't find any salve that stenched and wouldn't flare your instincts even further, and any attempt to scratch yourself in frustration and ease the sting left a burning in your arm and no relief.

You were hot.

Hot.

Wet.

Hot and wet and burning.

You were burning, literally burning. Every nerve, every bit of skin was put on a sensitive scale against the brightest scalding iron fire and it fucking hurt. It fucking hurt so much, the longer it went on, and the longer it did go on, the quicker the seconds ticked by and you dripped and dripped in sweat and you couldn't seek any salvation of cold even as you continue to drown your face, your hair, your seething skin in cold water.

Your body reacted in the worst possible ways, taking every inch of your willpower to not lash out at your family members as they fussed over you in complete and utter worry, turning up the AC to arctic like degrees as they all bundled underneath quilts and heavy sweaters as the rain pattered harshly against the metal roofing.

It took an angry snarl, snapping from your teeth clacking together aggressively in the general direction of your family as their constant pacing, their buzzing over your conditions that they had finally settled. Tried to act like you weren't being tortured by your own cells, membranes, nerves and veins.

Your muscles cramped on multiple occasions in their adjustment and every time, Sam would be through the screen door, speaking loudly over the crashing of thunder and lightning, spouting off nonsense to assure you that, 'it gets better with time, it'll pass, focus on what it feels like to transform back faster'.

And you would cry out to him in rage, telling him to leave, go back home, to shut up, that this was his fault, his doing, and, for a moment, you seemed to scare yourself with just how animalistic your words were, sounding more like a literal wolf than actual human speech.

He was wrong.

Wrong.

All wrong.

This shouldn't be happening.

With nothing to help ease the pain, you'd found yourself, wrenching the knob of the faucet off of the handle and it had shattered with a small zap that you felt against your searing hands.

Again, your body convulsed, your muscles twitched and you heard a shriek in your ears at the piercing stab, the fire that licked your insides in a vicious inferno.

You sat against the flooring of the tub, breathing quick and wheezy, knees bent upward as your arms wrapped around yourself.

Hot. Hot. Hot.

It was always hot.

It was so hot.

So fucking hot that you didn't hear the slight creak of the door opening. Or the light footsteps that moved behind you.

Burning, burning, burning.

The freezing water felt like pebbles poking at your flesh until you could feel the fat beneath your skin being boiled.

You swallowed thickly, hard around the growl gathering in your throat.

Though you were drowning in what would normally feel comfortable and ease the fever swelling your skin, leaving it hot to the touch, instead it felt the same; you held no relief.

But this had worked before, or the pain eased enough that you were able to think without feeling your mind split.

On those occasions, you'd have a single moment of coherent thought before your body began trembling from an aching heat that came over you like a summer fog.

Last night had been the worst of it. Unbearable. Intense. It made your stomach do flips, threatening to spill out what little contents there were. Not even two hours ago you retched up a gallon of stomach acid, black tar-like muck. You shook through another shiver.

Ceramic shards clung to your nails like glue.

You had no care for them as you pressed your face into your knees, hoping, yearning that the water from the shower would return you back to how things were. How they should be. Normal.

A body that wasn't sore, seething. Uncomfortable.

Normal skin. That didn't catch every hue of light in the bathroom or smelled like nothing but the strong detergent used to wash away the bloody pieces of bark from the night before.

You remained with your eyes screwed shut, but you felt how quickly they blinked with need for more water. A need for something below freezing.

You waited.

Hoped.

Prayed.

You wished so hard on your breath that what was supposed to be a chilled drip instead fell like globs of goo, coating your head and shoulder blades.

You waited.

Waited.

Each second ticked and like yesterday, everything was loud again.

You heard the shower curtain crinkle slightly under the water falling freely atop you, it also made an abstract splattering sound as it hit the floor tiles but no longer fell in waves of droplets like it did before, no longer providing the soft chill to your inflamed skin.

Waited.

For your body to cooperate.

To fix itself.

You shouldn't have had to focus.

Focus.

That's the one thing that rattled your brain, pulled back and forth between each, as Sam continued with that word; he spat it out to you like it meant everything, like it should have you focusing. Yet.

Nothing.

Your muscles had ceased in the cramping but you assumed that was the first step in returning to normal.

It was still hot.

Furiously hot.

A raging wildfire.

Tears swam down your cheeks, across your lips, dipping in your mouth and clacking against your teeth and you remained as a lump of nothing in the dark room.

Waiting.

It wasn't the water that did it for you.

It was the loud, bitterly cold, small and circular patch of coolness that soon turned to multiples that struck you. You didn't feel it at first, couldn't decipher what it was you felt, but all the same, you tensed up.

Focused.

In annoyance, your muscles rippled and it put a gasp in your chest as the ice chips -or so they felt like- clanked in onto your back.

Ice.

Someone was putting ice on you.

Someone was touching you.

Someone who wasn't Sam.

It wasn't your mom.

And they were speaking.

But you couldn't hear.

Couldn't make your ears focus just on the voice.

Couldn't force your neck to twist and look as the muscles spasmed beneath the movement.

You couldn't find who spoke to you as they ran their fingers softly along your back.

From your neck and spine to the small of your being.

You couldn't make out a simple sentence either.

You couldn't make out what had happened moments before, only that the water was ceasing and your body was scorching again at the lack, only to abruptly lower to a simmer when you felt something enveloping you entirely. Something cold.

Something that must have smelled familiar yet, sickeningly sweet.

Softer than the air moving around, swishing and swaying as the curtain slid back further.

Something soft.

Something familiar but not quite within your reach yet.

You could almost remember it but in doing so your head began to pound.

Everything was loud; if it weren't you were almost certain that it would be deafening.

But then, with the last drag of each blink, you could feel the anger in you being gradually drowned out by something else, something unfamiliar. An intruder. It made your body jerk, jerk away from the cold source of salvation, jerk from the very thing that was keeping you grounded and your memory on track to forming; it made you feel weak in doing so and at the same time, scared, horrified, but calm. It put you at ease.

Almost.

And again you could smell a sweetness that flooded your nostrils and set the hairs inside teetering away from the rot, the decay. Your body jerked again. Instinctively. Out of your control.

But the cold, the cold that you slowly came to recognition with, held you firm. Limbs they were. Your vision was clouded in and out but they were limbs. Chiseled, scarred arms that felt like an ice statue come to life. Pressed so tightly against you that you began to slack. You began to hear.

"There we go... That's it..." A voice cooed softly, a dulcet soothing tone that rocked through the room and filled your ears; smooth, deep and enticing.

You swallowed harshly, a snarl stuck in the pit of your gut that stung and left you winded the moment your eyes were directed upwards. Your sight blurred instantly but the more you blinked they began to regain life. The wolf of you was being pushed further beneath the surface and the whine of protest inside went ignored for a few seconds.

"Breath and just relax. "

It was him.

Jasper.

It was Jasper.

And this time you could get a better look of him.

There were two, thick lines between his eyebrows that pushed and bulged the skin as he stared down at you in concentration, as if he were attempting to figure out the world's greatest puzzle.

His pupils were a hazy gold.

Almost a yellow.

A pale yellow, mixed with orange.

Red orange.

Almost sunset like.

"It's just me. " Jasper spoke quietly. So quiet, so gentle. Unlike his kind. Something stirred and growled inside you but in doing so Jasper's shoulders tensed and his eyes were narrowed just the slightest. "Just me. " His voice came and wafted.

You hadn't the strength to pick your limp body off of him, only to relish in the cool feeling of his skin against you and when he saw the dark pools of your black eyes clear from the threatening growl the lines above his eyebrows disappeared.

Some sort of moment had passed, a moment where he seemed to have returned to a child-like manner and focused in on you to the best of his capabilities.

"You're burning up. " A cold finger against the heat at your forehead and you jerked back but not roughly enough to leave his arms. Though the wince on your face did.

For the first time since your eyes adjusted, you met his gaze.

Slightly crumbled, Jasper's face relaxed as he offered a slow nod. "Healin' nicely. "

That's right, healing. You hadn't noticed that they were sore until he mentioned it. Scars along your face were slowly going away. "It shouldn't leave a mark. "

But what concerned you was how rough your skin felt. There was a sharp stinging as you slowly relaxed against him, and it stung like needles, and prickled like spines and thorns, the feeling was still dulled despite his cold flesh and the layer of cloth between his and your nearly-bursting skin.The white button up shirt was completely drenched, droplets slid off of the stark creams like shimmering diamonds.

"It's hot. " Was all you could get out, voice hoarse, grating against your tender flesh, torn and pulled in dozens of different directions. You wondered if talking was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Your instincts bubbled to the surface but never quite breached to the point where you snapped and growled.

"I know. " You heard the drop in his throat, the way his breath rolled with his mouth and he bent forward, hand to your forehead, through your hair, pushing the wet strands away from your face.

He watched you intently, gaze scanning for signs that gave hint to your pain.

You closed your eyes tight but his hand slipped lower, down your cheek, and coming to just about your chin. His hand cradled you, making a cold burning under your bones, under your flushed flesh and a wave of want spilled over you that you couldn't wipe away.

"I didn't know it was like this. " It was a whisper.

Your jaw hurt but you tilted to look at him more clearly. It was his touch. His hand.

"This wasn't what I felt from you when you first changed. "

"This is the aftermath. " Another voice. Booming. Louder than his. Slightly indifferent. And both your neck and head pounded painfully as you snapped to see the owner. It was Sam. Standing in the doorway.

Your mind cleared. "You shouldn't be here. " You choked on the second word. Heard a rumble in your head but it subsided when Jasper's large, cold hand pressed firmer to your cheek, bringing you back against him.

He was so soft to you. Too soft.

Sam addressed you. Tone even. "It's forgiven. " His eyes cross Jasper's.

"Just make sure the boys don't find out. " He paused. Thinking. Then. "Be careful. " He repeated. Sam turned to take his leave. His tall frame filled the doorway almost entirely with his size but you thought nothing of him leaving, as there was yet another tremor in your stomach.

Pain, a horrible stabbing type of pain, began shooting from underneath your skin like needles and for a second you forgot of Jasper's existence, forgot of your situation, and curled into yourself in hopes the pain would go away.

It was then you felt his hands encase you, one of your shoulder blades, the other pressing to the small of your back. His fingers dug into the bare flesh and you held onto that as you shook. He felt how the veins rippled the flesh around them and an ache came to him as he reached and tugged you up, the material of his clothes catching against the shower curtain when you finally, after several minutes, allowed Jasper to pick you up, your body pressed entirely to his, and he whispered to you with his usual calmness, brushing away your hair that dripped, and gently told you to breathe.

"In and out. "

If it weren't for the fog swarming your better judgment, you might have found your resolve, snapped and jumped at the sweet gesture. But nothing was going to fight through the high fever, and aching, pungent sting from the very needle pricking every inch of your skin at once.

Jasper tried again.

"Just breathe. "

You sucked air, a short gasp and it was like broken glass sliding down your throat. Painful and nauseating but the moment Jasper's skin dug deeper into your body, holding you tighter than before, easing his embrace by stroking a cold hand along the length of your arm and slipping further downward.

"In and out... Slowly. "

The burn on your skin stopped abruptly and you heard him say "there" but it felt weird.

At ease, the moment you began breathing slowly, his cold digits like magic against your arm, traveling gradually, in circles, all the way up to the bend of your neck and just the very corner of your jaw, and then falling to your thigh and repeating the same motion. It was soothing. Like your muscles didn't know what to do with themselves.

"Are you better? " The voice bounced against his chest and you weren't quite sure how, but you managed to nod, the action causing the world to spin. Jasper nodded back at you, gaze in that constant look of concern, as if he'd never been worried a day in his life. "Do you want to stay here or do you want me to take you somewhere else?"

A low and rather aggressive growl surfaced in the back of your throat and you felt your limbs all come to a standstill and tremble. Jasper's body tensed as he looked to you. All the muscles that were massaging the sting in your body hardened, no longer soft as you wanted.

"Alright, " his eyes didn't waver from you and the golden depths had you staring, he swallowed and sighed out a heavy breath, "it's just me again. Remember that. Okay? Only me. " His voice rumbled his chest and made you feel comfortable again, easy, the boiling in your bones all began to settle.

Still, that anger you felt inside continued with that growl that made him ever so tense, ever so weary. You could feel his body lean back, situating into the curve of the tub. "I'm alone. " Jasper whispered now, lowering his head to yours, cheek to your forehead and your eyelids slid half-way down, pupils dilating just the slightest, "Breathe. " He said. "Deeply. " The tip of his cold nose brushed along the space of your skull and for a moment it appeared as if he contemplated his actions but continued on.

There you could smell the strength of his scent with an underlying sweetness to his dead flesh, the scent of a vampire; still, you didn't jump or shove him off. And he exhaled the biggest breath you had ever seen a vampire take.

He did this several times, took several deep, calming breaths. As if it were to sedate your beast within, that monstrous, ravenous hunger that lay buried beneath the confines of your now flesh and bones, but far beyond control of your own.

Eventually you caught the air without it stabbing into your lungs like those needles and his arm moved to become wrapped, almost entirely, completely around your chest, and pulling you firmer to him, moving from the crook of the bath to the center of the room, sliding in a motion so inhuman and smooth, past the wash rack and the closet, to the wall, leaning your sore back against the plaster. You leaned. Not just leaned, but collapsed against him as your body relaxed.

So strange, so inhumane and entirely disgusting at the fact that a vampire, an immortal, the vilest, putrid stench to nature, could make you feel so comforted, so tranquil, and ease all the pains you had felt.

As if the moon had begun shifting its cycle of phases while in his arms, you found yourself staring into his eyes, watching the shadows of darkness become your savior.

The pressure in your head was gone, the aching and pinching in your bones were coming to a comfortable stand still, leaving you numb in parts, and full of an incredible urge to drift off into the darkness, where you felt more... At ease.

Jasper's gaze swept over your flushed features and he slowly reached to push the loose strands of hair from your face, fingers caressing your cheek bone and over the prickled skin on your neck and slowly, down to your left shoulder.

Your collar bone.

"Is it any better?" A whisper to your ears. Rough, jagged along his cold tongue and you fought the urge to show your teeth back.

"Yeah. " It was the first word that came to you, coherent, but the word itself sent a sharp pain up the muscle and you winced visibly. Jasper's eyes searched your face once more but never directly met yours.

When your heart began spazzing for his affection, you bit your tongue.

"Don't try to talk anymore. Rest. " His voice was soft and the muscles below your flesh rippled as he acted as a crutch on the way to your bedroom. It was at the end of the hall and to the right.

At the door his nose wrinkled, as did the skin along his upper lip, but he said nothing of the burning smell of wet dog.

His steps were swift as he carefully positioned himself through the threshold.

You stumbled to your mattress and fell weakly at the foot of it, Jasper's grip loosening and fingers unfurling from your flesh.

You settled into the cooled sheets and watched him intently as he carefully closed the door behind him. You only lifted your torso and crawled on your knees up to the pillows and got lost in there. They hid your flushed, irritated body against the rough surface.

Jasper stood for what felt like a long time near the door, standing by your closet and watched. You were too exhausted to think, it was nearing the start of daylight outside, and your eyes shut involuntarily, each blink longer than the last.

You were so tired but the anger persisted even when sleep took you. You dreamt not.

Unintentionally, you fell asleep.

For Jasper, however, he stood for several minutes just staring at your still body.

All was quiet and peaceful, the world outside was just wakening with the sounds of the birds, and the leaves were still, unmoving, but the air was dry. Just a couple of hours ago and this same place was like a cave. Smelling of beasts, of fur and musk, the woods themselves had a strong scent in this area, yet it changed suddenly.

To normalcy. And he wasn't quite sure how he felt, what the rest of the family, of his brothers and sisters, his mother and father would say when he returned smelling of dog.

The type of dog that sought to cease their existence.

Their natural doom.

The very dog that'd nearly tore their heads from their bodies days prior.

However, being this close to you and noticing the increase in hormones among all other smells, though, for the most part, the odor was horrendous, more specifically, that you were feeling better, not dying or in any more pain, was enough for Jasper to ignore anything else.

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# #. GROCERY STORE !! pt. 2

a part 2 to my grocery store post !! This time it contains scarabia - diasomania ! ahem- going grocery shopping is usually a mundane task, boring and usual. that is until the twst boys want to join you in your outing. you just hoped nothing would go wrong this time… for once…

Sorry this took so long to get out !! I hope you all enjoy !! ♡

# #. KALIM AL-ASIM

Going grocery shopping with Kailm is definitely an experience. Its basically like bringing a kid to a candy store. He is ogling at everything around him. That's when you realize he's probably never even been to a grocery store-

By the way he's running around and pointing at everything- putting as many things in the cart as possible- (which you would not be able to pay for) you would like to place him in the baby seat of the cart, but alas he can't fit. So you just settle for placing him in the cart instead. Its at times like this you can imagine where Jamil is coming from. But its ok because he's a cutie patootie and i love him w all my heart- Oh! And just know that he finds the ride absolutely delightful.

Kalim tries to take turns with you when riding the cart, pushing you around the store while laughing happily. He walks into aisles youve never even seen before, showing off weird things that are fascinating to the both of you. Like that self washing cup! Or those lava lamps that costs well over 5000 thamarks !! But he could easily pay for them. You never thought grocery shopping could be so fun- and so you can't help but smile back at his amusement, joining along as the two of you ran around target.

9/10 it's a little overwhelming at first, yet going with him just makes you happy beyond words. Plus he pays!

# #. JAMIL VIPER

Jamil is obviously one of the best people to go grocery shopping with. He's a food expert, and he knows exactly what to get and do while there. Plus, he is most likely tagging along with you to get some things for the Scarabian kitchens.

As I said, Jamil's a food expert, and he knows just what to buy and get while out. Like I said in my previous post, Ruggie knows how to haggle with grocery store managers- and I think Jamil does too. He knows what products are the best, yet are also the cheapest, it's not like he's paying with Kalim's money. (Although he did offer to give you his card!) Jamil is also the type to not get distracted while out, so whenever you try to but something you definitely don't need, he'll snap you back in place.

While out with him make sure not to buy any frozen food, as it'll make him think your prefer that over his fresh and healthier food. And he'll give you a judging look due to it. Oh! And he's gonna cling to you the entire time. This is one of the only moments he'll be able to hang out with you without having to worry about any of his duties and Kalim. So don't question it if he holds on to you or if he's pressed up against you the entire time.

10/10, I'd go with him any day of the week. It doesn't even have to be to the grocery store smh.

# #. VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil is taking you to some fancy ass grocery store. Like whole foods or sprouts, maybe even the mall. Or whatever the twst equivalent is. As if he'll you just go to some random grocery store- And with him- it's not gonna be all fun and games -_-

He immediately takes you to the veggie and fruits section, piling on good enough amounts of spinach, broccoli, tomatoes. He also buys fruit for his homeade smoothies, those will make your skin glow for days afterwards. It's annoying- you just want your chips- but you cant because of the preservatives. You just want some cookies. Yet you cant. Honestly you were this close to just falling to the floor and crying your heart out like a frenchman. "I JUST WANT MY JUNK FOOD" Shopping with him just seems like a chore instead of something fun tbh.

He's right in front of the cart, dropping only the necessities into it. You were this close to running him over the cart if he slapped your hand one more time for trying to reach out to the chips. He gives you a glare, and tries to resist your puppy eyes. With a click of his tounge he eventually does calm down, dropping a bag of Cheshire Chips into the cart. He might allow it if you come over to Pomefiore to do some face masks with him.

5/10. It's like going shopping with a mom or like a weight trainer or smth. You understand why he's doing this of course- But theres no funny business with him. Zero. Sigh. Well he pays at least. I LOVE HIM I SWEAR-

# #. ROOK HUNT

When Rook notices you walking out of the broken down building you were staying in, from the tree right above your house, he obviously offered to accompany you on your endeavor! Even when you told him you were just going to the grocery store a part of him just couldn't help but be overjoyed. Oh how he just loved being out with you!

Rook is notorious for loving the smallest of details- the simplest things in life. So going to a grocery store and seeing all the beautiful people surrounding him- along with the gorgeous displays of food made his heart practically smile. You watch as he holds an apple in his hands, raising it up to the sky with a glorious smile on his face. (You're this close to just walking away-) He's humming in joy as he recites a poem of the luscious, juicy, red apple to you. Very fun !!

Meanwhile- when Rook is not being a hopeless romantic for apples, the huntsman is all fun and games !! He's straight up singing in the store, admiring anything and everything. He watches as you shop for groceries, a smile on his face. Rook lets you sit in the cart whenever you get tired, pushing you across the store while humming to himself lightly. Just don't say you're getting tired while going back. He'll carry you all the way back.

8/10- he's a bit over bearing at times. But its Rook so like what can you say about it? I love Rook yall.

# #. EPEL FELMIER

Epel is tagging along for two very important reasons! Firstly, his family has branched out to stores all across twisted wonderland- and he obviously has to make sure the quality and presentation were absolutely perfect! Secondly, he gets to hang out with you!

Epel makes his way to the fruits aisle first, dragging you along with a bright smile. His excitement is slowly seeping into you, causing you to laugh yourself. The two of you make your way to the fruits section, the both of you gawking and jumping up and down happily. After that little moment its basically a normal shopping spree. He has experience in going out to the grocery store with his family- so he helps out with practically everything!

He tries to show off as much as he can. He'll help out with the water packets, and baskets carrying them if your hands get tired. He will jump up to grab the snacks you need- that might be too high for you reach. Speaking of snacks - Being out with you lets Epel get junk food and snacks that Vil would NEVER allow- so maybe the two of you can sneak them in the middle of the night.

10/10 !! One of the best to go with! He doesn't bother you whatsover and is very helpful. Guys I love Epel so much KDHDVFTSSKS

# #. IDIA SHROUD

Uhhh- your more likely going to a electronics store- and then maybe stopping at the grocery store on the way back. There's NO way Idia would ever go out to a grocery store on his own. Especially if Doordash exists. But if you stop by an electronics store first, and you need a handsome firey head boy to show you around the store. How could he ever refuse??

He felt like a prince, leading you through his castle while showing off all his prized possessions. While in reality he was just walking through Best Buy or something, and was being an unemployed clerk. He probably pays for your electronics- or maybe he says he'll just make them for you! His designs are 100 times better obviously. However on your way out, he doesn't expect you to point out the whole foods or twst version is across the street.

He basically just sticks to you like a shadow while out. The poor dormleader can't help but be scared that people are gonna judge him for being blue all over. That is until you tell him this was your little shojou moment. Walking out in a supermarket together, inspecting what brand of eggs or milk you should get. It's the whole package! Well obviously now he can't complain. But now he might be just a bit too excited to be here.

6/10 Honestly if you needed groceries that badly you could've just asked him to order from online. Doordash is sooo much easier that doing it the plain (and scary) way.

# #. ORTHO SHROUD

Ortho probably tagged along to experience the "real" life. He's seen families on TV before- and he can't help but crave that domestic lifestyle. So when you ask if he wants to tag along- how could he ever refuse?

He's buzzing with excitement! Hovering around the grocery store with stars in his eyes. Usually he orders groceries from the comfort of his brother's dorm- it's a lot easier that way- but going outside is just so fun !! Ortho might even switch to his P.E form, as it'll make it easier for him to walk around the store like you! Although, he does want to try riding in the cart, it's something that everyone wants at least once in their lives- so how could you say no?

He's very helpful too, it's common courtesy since you took him out in the first place. He's able to reach high places and doesn't have trouble carrying the heavy things. Another plus is if your shy (like his brother) he's able to scan the store and find whatever you're looking for- without asking any employees for help! Sweetie pie fr.

10/10. He's one of the best to go with! Plus no complaints here (like his older brother)

# #. MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus? Why does he go??? He just wants to hang out with you. And maybe see how human grocery stores are nowadays. But its mainly the first one. Perhaps when the two of you are out on one of your nightly walks- you suddenly remember that, "Oh no! You forgot to get groceries!!" And now you have to take a menacing dragon man out with you.

Like others, Malleus tags along behind you, inspecting the many products and items in the aisles. He asks questions about products he finds interesting, he'll inspect all the different kinds of fruits (dragon fruits especially), and he'll find different products to try out. He'll always ask you for help too, asking if something is good enough to get. Like that tamagotchi in the corner !! He should get a bunch of friends for Roaring Drago...

He's so oblivious and confused it's kind of funny. Just imagine being a little kid and seeing a giant- like a literal GIANT- standing in the ice cream aisle inspecting the icecream sandwiches. Kinda silly ngl. Wait- what this- your phone is buzzing now? Who? Sebek? Wondering where Waka-sama is? Uh oh.

7/10! It's like going out w a kid whose never been to the outside world- but in a fun way. It would be higher if he told Lilia or Sebek he was tagging along tho... hopefully you don't go deaf from sebek yelling !

# #. LILIA VANROUGE

Did you bring him along? No! Of course not! Should you have noticed he was trailing behind you? Yes! But you didn't because he's an old fae that has experience? Right again! Does that excuse you? No. Obviously not. It's a rule by almost everyone in the dorm. Never bring Lilia grocery shopping. But your dumbass still did.

Well as long as he didn't feed you the food it was fine- right? So you'll let him tag along i guess. Lilia is the type to sit in the cart as you drag him around the store, and he only really gets out when he needs something. You guys probably stop by the spices aisle like 10 times- you feel bad for those in diasomania who are eating that mush. He tells you about the stores in Briar Valley and how he would take silver out when he was but a boy.

It's nice to listen to him as he drops another (that's 15) box of noodles into your hands- again, you feel bad for the people who are going to eat this. You guys probably bulk up on food while there- I mean it's totally not like Lilia has a butt load of money from being an old ass general right? And of course hes not gonna spoil you because your the best right? Yeah of course nottt. Just be careful at the end of your trip. As compensation for taking him with you he might offer to make you something.... and it might be a bit rude to say no....

9/10 ! It's nice listening to him talk- but uhm like many before this- you won't make it through his ...amazing... cooking skills.

# #. SILVER

Silver had spent most of his life living with fae and not many humans. Briar Valley doesnt have many grocery stores- instead being filled with various farmer markets and merchant's. Meaning he'd never been to a grocery store!! So obviously you had to invite him.

Silver is straight up just following you. He's wandering silently like a little cat, trailing from behind. He's looking around with a hint of curiosity. The store was very different from Sam’s- bigger and more luminous. It had a certain vibe to it. He liked it though, it was oddly comforting. Silver usually sticks to himself, but you can tell when something is confusing him. Take the dragon fruit for example, when he saw it a slight chuckle escaped his lips. It looked so different compared to the dragons and longs he’d met before. You couldn't help but laugh yourself- It’s fun watching him experience something new.

Silver is a very reliable man, if you ever need any help he won’t hesitate to jump in. He will help with the cart, the heavy groceries, the water jugs that weigh a mountain load. As you all know- Silver gets tired (and omg he's so pretty thats not fair) and wont hestiate to fall alseep on you if he ever gets tired. So easy solution: just put him in the cart and bury him in food. It’s easier to drag him that way. (instead of him sprawling on top of you)

10/10. Love him. I love HIM. HIIIMMMM. I LOVVVEEEEE HIM. RAAAAAAHHHH-

# #. SEBEK ZIGVOLT

There's no way in wonderland Sebek would ever go with you! He has duties to attend to! He has a beautiful, mystical, enchanting prince to protect!! Malleus was of the upmost importance, why would he ever go with a dumb human like you? You didnt matter compared to his leige-- Lilia is making him accompany you.

At first Sebek will grumble to himself, upset he couldn't stay with the majestic Malleus. Yet he soon remembers (you reminded him) that Lilia was the one to tell him to accompany you. So he immediately assumes this is a type of training for him !! Oh and now he's bragging that he got to join you on this trip instead of Silver- oh boy-

Like others, Sebek will help. Uhm. But like- loudly. As he carries the bags he will ask if you notice how strong and capable he is, a smirk on his face. And then he goes on a rant about Malleus. Whenever you need something you can't reach he will help, with a "human" comment on the tip of his tounge. And then he goes on about Malleus. It's kind of funny though not gonna lie- seeking a giant man boasting while getting groceries of all things. Very fun!

3/10. But a nine in my heart. He's so silly. Anyway. GRAAAHHH- I WANNA PULL HIS HAIR OUT (in a loving way !!)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt

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aquaquadrant · 2 years ago

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Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.

Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?

(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)

~*~

patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.

xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942

the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.

patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.

he starts walking again.

153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.

biome: error:crimson jungle

particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.

p: 35 sounds: 23/247

the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.

his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.

this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.

not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-

a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.

it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.

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"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.

the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.

"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.

sounds: 24/247

before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”

“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”

it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.

"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.

dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"

patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"

"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.

"yeah," patho chuckles.

dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.

"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.

he knows what dbubs meant.

~*~

dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.

the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.

"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"

patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"

"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"

patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."

dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).

but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.

they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."

patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."

"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.

after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.

he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.

the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.

"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.

patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"

"oh, shut up!"

~*~

patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.

149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8

"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.

"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”

“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”

“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.

“yes! for um, for banners.”

“do you even have any wool?”

“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”

“can i see it?”

“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”

“you ate it?”

“yeah. sorry.”

patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."

"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"

patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."

"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"

patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."

"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"

"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."

"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”

patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"

dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"

"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.

"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"

"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."

"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"

"of course."

"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"

"sorry, sorry."

"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”

this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.

he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)

he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.

“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."

this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.

error fps t: b: tx rx c: (s) d: , pc: , pu: , ab: e: , b: , sd: p: t: error fc: xyz: / / block: chunk: facing: ( )( / ) client light: ( sky, block) biome: error: local difficulty: // (day error404 not found) sounds: 1/247 + 0/8

~*~

#hels to pay au #HTP fic #hels hermits #hermitshipping #ethubs #<- i mean SORTA #pathbubs #in case it’s not clear patho’s mech eye basically acts like a debug screen #like when you press F3 in mc to see a bunch of data and stats #he can always see that info. prob less cluttered tho bc there aren’t any computer specs for him to look at LOL #anyway don’t look too much into the data values i was pulling them out of my ass #except for dbubs player data. DO look into that :3 #ALSO ty everyone for the asks i’ll get to em soon #my writing

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jinxxsims · 2 years ago

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Hoo-boy. 500 Followers. When I made my first conversion and started this blog a little over half a year ago, I never really expected to hit this milestone ever, much less this quickly. Thank you for following. Thank you for downloading. Thank you for still keeping this community alive a million years after the game came out. This download is for each and every one of you... I hope you find at least a thing or two to add to your game.

So... what is it you get?

• Chaise Magnifique Chair (Base Game, Seating > Dining Chairs) • Table Magnifique (Base Game, Surfaces > Dining Table) • From Your Not-So-Secret Admirer Flowers (Base Game, Decorative > Plants) • Groovy Times Barstool (Base Game, Seating > Miscellaneous) • Hungry Like the Duck (Base Game, Decorative > Sculptures) • Saught Drafting Chair (Base Game, Seating > Dining Chair) • Sitting Pretty Chair (Base Game, Seating > Dining Chair) • Cloud Cutie Mirror (Base Game, Decorative > Mirror) • The Commissioner Chair (Base Game, Seating > Dining Chair) • Fobbs 500 Placard (Get to Work, Decorative > Wall) • The Diligent Doctor’s Desk (Get to Work, Surfaces > Desk) • The Plainly Perfect Pedestal (Get to Work, Surfaces > End Table) • Firmith Sculptih (Get Together, Decorative > Sculpture) • High Ground Barstool (Get Together, Seating > Miscellaneous) • Monument Plaques (City Living, Decorative > Sculpture) • Brindleton Bay Model (Cats & Dogs, Decorative > Sculpture) • Man’s Best Friend (Cats & Dogs, Decorative > Sculpture) • The End to End Table (Cats & Dogs, Surfaces > End Table) • Typical Nautical Divider (Cats & Dogs, Decorative > Miscellaneous) • Holla Lava Dining Table (Island Living, Surfaces > Dining Table) • Frat House Frolicker (Discover University, Surfaces > Dining Table) • The Whole Truth Mirror (Discover University, Decorative > Mirror) • Bougie Burlap Chair (Eco Lifestyle, Chair > Living) • The Mark of the Plaque (Eco Lifestyle, Decorative > Sculpture) • Snail’s Pace Fireplace (Cottage Living, Appliances > Miscellaneous) • Yore and Yesteryear Fireplace (Cottage Living, Appliances > Miscellaneous) • Faceted Lotus Ceiling Lamp (High School Years, Lighting > Ceiling) • Rustic Sleeper (Outdoor Retreat, Seating > Bed) • Ill-oooominate (Spa Day, Lighting > Ceiling) • Scientific Sprout (Dine Out, Decorative > Plants) • Vampire Monument (Vampires, Decorative > Sculpture) • Brick Fireplace (Parenthood, Appliances > Miscellaneous) • Camade Ensueno (Jungle Adventures, Seating > Bed) • Unidentified Lamp (Strangerville, Lighting > Ceiling) • Light of the Marasenna (Realm of Magic, Lighting > Ceiling) • Tactical Screen (Journey to Batuu, Electronics > Miscellaneous) • S.I.Mac P.R.O. (Dream Home Decorator, Electronics > TV & Computer) • Seven Years Unlucky Mirror (Werewolves, Decorative > Mirror) • Swooning Grand Piano (My Wedding Stories, Hobbies > Creative) • Coolala The Defender Stage Prop (Get Famous, Decorative > Sculpture) • Freezer Bunny Stage Prop (Get Famous, Decorative > Sculpture) • Meduso Stage Prop (Get Famous, Decorative > Sculpture) •

Some notes: The Saught Drafting Chair had been converted before by TNW, but it was just the mesh. I went ahead and re-converted it and included all the recolors. The vampire statue was previously converted by @kalimero78 as a fountain. My conversion is strictly a statue. The Monument Plaques from City Living were each individual objects. I converted one and made the rest recolors. I had previously converted the Freezer Bunny stage prop, but it was my first ever conversion... and it had more than one mistake. I’ve reconverted it and the other stage props and made slaved clones at 75%, 50% and 25% size. The ridiculously huge full-size is the master for each, so you must have those for the smaller ones to show in game.

If it was at all within my ability to make something functional, I made it functional. All fireplaces light, as do the lights. The laptop works. The tactical screen is decorative. The grand piano is cloned with Argon’s hack and is functional.

All recolors are included. Each object is in an individual folder containing swatches of each recolor, so you can pick and choose what you want to keep. Files are quartertile enabled. Files are compressorized.

Download the 500 Followers Gift

#4t2 conversion #4t2cc #download #sims 2 download #s2cc #long post

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tubbytarchia · 8 months ago

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Jimmy wing and wing clipping headcanons because I don't think I've ever written it down on here but. You guys ought to know by now how insane I am about his canary wings as symbolism so here goes yippee

Sometimes I like to imagine Evo Jimmy with little chick wings, all white and fuzzy and stuff because that's adorable. But moreso I stick with the idea that his wings very suddenly sprouted in Third Life (the canary curse did start with traffic) which alarmed both him and Scott. Jimmy would have been somewhat excited but mostly nervous. Scott wouldn't have shown too much care until he realized how fast the wings kept growing, serving as an unpredictability. And Scott doesn't like unpredictability. He needs to be able to pave his path the way he sees fit to fulfill the tragic love story he seeks. And so he starts to clip them, to halt their growth and keep them from becoming encumbering, and it doesn't take much for Jimmy to just let him because it's for his own wellbeing - what Scott claims anyway

Without Scott in LL, he keeps clipping them on his own, but it's hard and he never quite gets used to it. He very much accidentally cuts into blood feathers too

By DL, his wings are pretty neglected and he ultimately asks Tango to clip them for him, however hesitant he is to let Tango in on it or to request such a task. Tango is horribly nervous of messing up but he's willing to do it for Jimmy's sake. Every step of the way he'd ask for assurance that he's doing this right and I'd like to imagine that it's in that process that Jimmy's forced to grapple with the fact that maybe he doesn't like his wings clipped. They stop before he can break down too much and neglect to bring it up again much - Jimmy doesn't, and Tango wants to respect that. So he just walks around with one partially clipped wing for awhile, new feathers eventually growing back and his wings start to get decently bigger again for awhile

Some people like to imagine that the avians have their wings bound etc for fairness in the games. I like to imagine that their wings get magically clipped for the duration of each game - Grian's do, but Jimmy's never do, because he wouldn't be able to take flight anyway. Grian doesn't realize though, and is often too preoccupied, but when he and Jimmy team up in LimL and he learns that Jimmy would clip them voluntarily, he's appalled. This further encourages Jimmy to ditch clipping and Grian, the proud Avian he is, can't help but dump a bunch of wing care advice on him. Jimmy decides to try and follow it, and maybe eventually even be able to fly. But he'd fall to his death by the end of it anyway

This puts a damper on his confidence, but nonetheless he keeps trying in SL. He practises for hours on end at the Big Dogs' diving pool, but he ends up pushing himself so hard that, though no longer clipped, his wings get neglected again and his feathers poke every which way from the prolonged and frustration induced practise. He might let Martyn try and preen them but Martyn wouldn't be much good at it

Welp that's it for traffic though, for now... Jimmy's wings as a represntation of his mental wellbeing whoag!!! The way he's happier in DL with Tango - lets his wings grow for the first time. And how much Scott tries to get at them - reinforced by seeing Jimmy cease to clip his wings. How Jimmy remains in a good space with LimL but gradually gets both a little more hostile and anguished with SL (eg taking enjoyment out of hitting Scott around, trying to push Martyn into lava and then running away from home thinking he can never go back now. Contrast to LimL for example where he and Joel voiced a similar sentiment together in relation to Grian when they failed to get a kill with their Enderpearl tactic, but there, he had Joel by his side). How he's gradually dismissive of Scott's approaches in LimL, very straightforwardly so in RL (as debatably canon as that is to me) and other non-traffic instances - he no longer clips his wings. But he's wings still aren't in great shape because he's not yet content with himself

I'm a firm believer that things need to get worse before they get better but. Eventually... Eventually his wings will be well cared for again and he'll stop pushing them and himself and it'll be reflective of Jimmy's growth... dreamy sigh... one day

I also like to imagine that his wings involuntarily curl around himself when he doesn't want to be perceived etc. Like um like when he had to dance in a maid outfit in SOS. cough. The trauma. I drew it once before too but eugh he'd apologize too, for his wings doing that. Because he's prone to apologizing when he's the one being hit around or having disservice done to him. He's started hitting people back a bit though... I hope he keeps doing it. Please Jimmy please start murdering people

Also I ultimately don't take the canary wings as an actual sign of the canary curse. That's just psychological horror he and others around him subject him to in my head lol. His wings resemble his unworthiness - why he's at the bottom of this cultural food chain. Not only are they useless, flightless, but also have that canary curse label put on them, keeping him reminded of his tendency to die first any time of day. When really, those wings are no burden even if he never gets to fly... Still, they'd be his... Still, they'd frame his figure like a sun following him everywhere he goes. The moment he can accept and love them despite this is the moment he accepts and loves himself, too

Im tired eepy. If there's typos or anything, oops. Love Jimmy always. Pray for my son

#idk why I randomly wanted to write this down but wooo I love Jimmy's wings #woozy and sleepy aghhh with my Doc and Jimmy ideas too... Doc would know that avians take a lot of pride in their wings and get concerned #he knows people like Grian despise clipping so he'd be so gentle to inquire about it... learn wing care just for Jimmy's sake #sorry insanity taking over #blabber #Jimmisery

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sparrowrye · 10 months ago

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 28 (fixed)

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 28: my turn

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Adam had tied me to a chair in an empty, stale, and cold metal room, then left me. I was alone with a headband strapped on to keep my magic away. My connection with Alastor was slow to return, strands gradually stringing together and re-tying the knots. It wasn't entirely gone, to my great relief, but it took a lot of time for it to mend itself.

Some time later, when our connection was a bit stronger, I felt him panic. My own panic rose in my throat as I tried wrenching my limbs out of the tight ropes pinning them to the chair. This was all part of Blackwater's plan. It had to be. He was trying to separate us.

The thought I might be just as dangerous that he would need to keep me away and contained, sent a flare of pride in my chest.

A minute later, the panic turned to genuine fear. I let out a loud cry as I tried to pull my limbs free, blood dripping down from where the rope dug into my skin. I reached for my magic but it wasn't there. I threw my head back against the wall but there was no wall. The force threw me backwards and I landed painfully on my back as well as my tied hands with a loud echo. My hands throbbed in pain.

Our connection grew stronger, still. Pain came shooting through it. Something was cutting into the sides of his head and I let out a scream, feeling as if he was screaming through me. I banged my head against the floor in an effort to remove the headband but, like before, the important part of the contraption was on the front most part of my head.

I stopped thrashing and went strangely still. I closed my eyes and pushed through the pain of our connection. His presence was far, very far, and his magic was even further. I anchored myself to our connection and veered off. My magic was all over the place but I found myself drawing them closer together. It was slow and took all my concentration, sometimes losing the pieces when Alastor let out another scream. What was Blackwater doing to him?

I was running out of time. I used what little magic I had and imagined lava sprouting from the metal headband. It felt like I was sweating and my back contorted from the amount of mental effort this was taking. I was doing it, but I could lose it within a millisecond if I lost focus. Take it slow. You'll get to him in time.

Trust the process.

My body felt like it was shaking. My head was throbbing from the work, pulsing beneath the headband and into my neck. So close. Almost there.

Alastor screamed again. My metaphorical hands fumbled, nearly losing the balance of it all. I was going to get to him. I could get to him in time.

Just hold out for me.

Searing pain blinded me and I was abruptly thrown back into the chair, all my progress lost. I let out a cry as the pain dared to break through my skull. My magic flew into my hands and the ropes around my limbs burst into flames. I rolled off the fallen chair and wiped my forehead free of...magma?

The headband had melted and my magic was back.

I had done it.

I closed my eyes and clawed my way through our soul connection. Alastor's energy was gone and the connection almost felt transparent. I kept moving, faster and faster, desperation fueling my adrenaline. I tried calling out to him but he wasn't responding.

He felt limb. Defeated. Gone.

My shadow touched his and I melted with it, stealing the last of his energy and power to teleport myself. I stayed in a shadow and crept along the wall, my mind expanding as the shadow enclosed the room entirely.

Alastor was strapped to a near horizontal chair and a surgeon was using a terrifying-looking tool on the side of his head. His entire face and side was coated in dark blood. His eyes were closed but he was still alive.

Alcine sprouted from my shadow's shoulder and took our Dragon form, mouth opening wide along the wall in a howl. Alastor's shadow weaved through the floor and towered behind the surgeon, drawing open his sharp, wide mouth, cackling as Alastor had always done.

I pulled myself through the wall and took my Demon form, the shadows unwrapping my body and separating from each other, still connected to me at my feet. I took a few steps forward and stopped, narrow eyes watching the surgeon as he backed away from me, from Alastor. I'm not sure what he was trying to do to him but I didn't care. Alcine grabbed his feet and dragged him across the floor.

His soul was bright, bright with fear, and I obeyed the urge to wrap my own hands around it. I gave a testing pull, his soul making a horrible sound like chalk on a chalkboard as I attempted to separate his soul from his body. Surprised by this new skill, I let the soul snap back into its original place. A moment later I impaled my claws into his chest right over his heart. His eyes widened, mouth probably agape behind the mask, and sputtered on his own blood.

I yanked my claws out and stood up, abandoning his withering form as his soul slowly merged with mine and came trapped beside the many other souls I still held onto.

I undid the belt covered his eyebrows and caught his head as it limped forward. I attempted to heal the massive wound, stitching his skin back together before he could wake up to feel the pain. It was slow. My magic felt like I was walking through mud. It took a lot of concentration just to stop the bleeding. There must be more of Blackwater's magic dampening technology.

I briefly stopped healing and let Alcine and Alastor's shadow run through the huge factory. They found any wires they could and snapped them. I had to lean against Alastor's still form as all my concentration and energy was diverted to the shadows.

Finally, the heavy mugginess disappeared and my full power returned. I gently grabbed Alastor's face, hands covered in his blood, and continued my healing. I healed it just enough that his skin was molded back together and the bleeding had stopped. I gave some of my energy to him and felt him stir.

"What did they do to you?" I whispered, thumb smearing blood across his cheek.

The door flew open. Blackwater stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of me. Immediately I threw vines at him as he did to me. It impaled my shoulder, my chest, and threw me on my back. I sucked in air as I pulled the vine out, realizing too late that it had huge thorns. I barely healed the injury as I sat up with a groan.

I saw Blackwater on his back, my own vine impaling him in the same place. I wrenched it free and his head snapped up to look at me. He used his good arm to push himself to a sitting position.

"How did—"

I launched at him before he could finish. He casted fire right under me and I used wind to throw myself higher. I landed awkwardly on my back outside the room and rolled to face him. Bullets grazed my arm as guards began shooting at me. I weaved around the pillars of the balcony above and used a 'force field' to evade the bullets.

Blackwater chased me with more fire. He bent the metal under my feet, casted objects at my head, threw wind into my side, and pulled water out of nowhere to drown me.

I casted the water away and threw his form into one of the pillars. I moved to jump but a vine sprouted from the floor to grip my ankle. The gunshots continued. I bent their guns skyward and heard a few of them backfire painfully.

More vines appeared. They laced together and stretched over my head. Within seconds I was in a ball of horned vines.

"You're harder to deal with than Alastor," Blackwater used the pillar to push himself to his feet, "How did disappointing."

"Alastor doesn't cheat," I argued. The vines were uncomfortably close, thorns grazing my arm from a mere shift in my weight.

Blackwater lifted his hands on either side in a shrug gesture. "What was that you said to Striker? Demons don't play fair?"

My stomach dropped. I stared at him through the vines, guards on watch on the balconies and cheers and cries from the prisoners.

I was back in a ring.

I had tried so hard to leave that life behind, to fix my soul, to do better, but it always brought me right back where I didn't want to be.

My body shivered as Alastor looked through my eyes. I saw flashes of the procedure he had to endure while awake. I heard the chants from the prisoners to kill Blackwater, to set them free, to put this unrest to rest.

Alastor had been right. He had always been right. There was no escaping my nature. You could put a sword on the shelf but when it was needed, it was ready to kill once again. And kill I would if it meant Alastor could live, if Reagan could walk carefree with me beyond the borders, if my haven could be safe.

I reached out for Blackwater's soul and grabbed it. He froze. He fought me and he fought me hard. His soul was anchored tightly to his body but the harder I tugged the more his strings stretched and frayed. He collapsed on the floor and the vines around me inched away as all eyes went to him. I sprouted my own vines to pry them open and jump out.

I morphed into my Dragon and clamped my mouth on a hard pillar. Fire scalded my scales and I reared back, head hitting the platform and sending the guards flying. I went into my shadow and flew around the walls. Blackwater spun in an attempt to keep his eyes on me, but I was faster. I used to run circles around my opponents in a small ring but now I was in a large prison with plenty of obstacles to hide along.

I grabbed his soul again. He lashed out with different magic but it did nothing to my shadowy form. I let out a laugh as I tugged again, earning a cry of panic this time.

I was starting to understand Alastor's perspective.

A fleeting thought came to my mind - Blackwater withholding oxygen to the entire prison. A second later I found it took a lot of effort to breathe normally. I tried to dampen his magic, to prevent him from using it, but I couldn't. The way in which he was using magic made it impossible to fight him with normal-styled magic.

I drew in oxygen from upstairs to keep myself awake as guards and prisoners collapsed. I closed his throat and watched him suffer from his own medicine. He fell to his knees, clawing at nothing and eyes searching for me. I melded into my Demon form and walked up from behind. I casted the entire prison in darkness and let the oxygen come back into the room.

I grabbed hold of Blackwater's soul, tainted like black blood, and at the same time grabbing his throat. I held the back of his head against my side, claws digging into his skin so it bleed. He was suffocating from the lack of oxygen, physical body bleeding to death, and soul being held tightly in my grasp.

"You can't beat someone who fought her entire life, and finally found something worth fighting for," I said loudly, voice echoing off the metal walls. His soul loosened as his body began to die. I grabbed hold of his soul with two metaphorical claws and wrenched it the rest of the way, a horrible, sickening, popping sound heard only to my ears, and dragged him far away from the other souls.

His body fell limp and I let it crash into the floor. I pushed the darkness away to reveal his dead body to the onlooker. The guards stared, unmoving. Their great leader lay in his own pool of blood at the feet of Demon. A Demon who didn't give them a cause for concern, who didn't give anyone a cause for concern. But now I did.

I reached through the magic plains and towered above the shaking souls. I caught two in my fingers and pulled their souls free from their bodies prematurely. Their cries echoed in my ear but for the first time...

It didn't bother me.

I caught one more before the others came back to the physical word and made a run for the stairs, locking the metal doors shut.

I spun away from Blackwater's body, feeling his soul fighting against my restraints, and walked into the room Alastor was in. The prisoners cried for help but I ignored them, attention solely on my injured soulmate.

Holding my injured, aching arm, I sat on the edge of the seat. He mumbled my name as I melted the metal cuffs away. As soon as his hands were free, he brought his knuckles up to lazily brush against my cheek. His energy was still trying to crawl back.

"L-Love," he whispered.

"I'm here." I pressed his hand against my cheek and planted a kiss on his wrist. "It's over."

He licked his lips. His voice was void of his radio filter and cracked as he said, "Blackwater. Where–"

"He's dead."

His tired eyebrows moved to make him look upset. He licked his lips before he struggled to ask, "His soul...where?"

"I have him. He's locked away, I promise."

"Use--" he turned his head away to cough, "use others souls...to keep him under."

"I know." I placed another kiss on his wrist.

He let out a sigh and his smile turned genuine. He closed his eyes. "That's my girl."

The phrase caused butterflies in my stomach. I kissed him on the nose to steal a taste of his sweet blood. "I'll be right back."

It almost sounded like a whine as I stood up, his arm falling limp on his lap from the disconnect. I climbed the stairs to the top level where another set of stairs continued upward. I faced the prison and lifted my arms. The locks on all the cells cracked open, the cell doors sliding painfully loud. Red lights flashed and an annoying alarm went off. I broke the earth down on the one staircase behind me and jammed the metal doors shut.

I barked out an order for everyone to gather in the center of the prison. They obeyed, half running and half limping. I waited until each of them had pushed close together and heads tilted back to look at me. I heard men moving the earth in the blocked stairwell.

I felt Alastor look through my eyes again.

Stretching my black claws out, I watched as the ground beneath the group began to lighten up and create a symbol. The purple grew brighter, my energy depleting, as I teleported the entire group just outside the Haven's borders. The guards will ensure nothing happens to them or the haven.

Clanging shook the door behind me. I used a hair of magic to wrench metal free from the stair railing. I leaned against the wall next to the door and waited. I was trying to catch my breath and failing. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep.

I bent the metal under the door so it curved up and served as a door stop. It did nothing as they began bending the door from its hinges with magic.

This alarm needed to just shut up.

That's when my nose caught a scent. Gas.

I casted the gas through the open hole and up the stairs. I dragged it across every square inch of this huge factory. This place was in ice? No wonder we couldn't find him.

Alcine gripped my shoulders. I melted with her and came to stand beside Alastor. He had clambered off the chair and was laying against the wall, head hanging low and body shaking.

The smell of gas was strong here.

I put my arm around his back and let his head hit my shoulder. I grabbed his opposite leg and drew in energy from my imprisoned souls to run with our shadows.

We came up to the snowy landscape. I drew in a sharp breath as the cold hit me in the face. I fixed my body temperature and let it seep into Alastor's. I and to gather energy and brace myself before every magic action. My mind went with Alcine but my body stayed behind. It took but a spark of fire to engulf the entire factory in flames.

The ground shook. I opened my eyes to the cold snow again. My head hurt as everything shook. I saw the ice crack dangerously close. The spot we were sitting on shifted and it took more effort from the souls to keep myself and Alastor from slipping into the dark abyss. My claws shook from the strain.

The factory was sinking. It was falling into the ice and drowning in the cold water beneath. How deep was this water? The thought terrified me.

I drew on more energy from the souls and painted the ice and snow in my symbol. I wrapped my arms around Alastor's upper body while my tail hooked his legs. My body buzzed and everything felt very light and like we were thinning. Soft, warm grass touched my knees when we manifested.

Alastor withdrew his energy from me and slumped further in my arms. I hadn't even realized he had been giving me some energy. I looked around, realizing I had teleported us to the forest just beyond our borders. I called for help, the wind carrying my cry, as I laid Alastor flat on his back as carefully as I could.

I kept calling, crying, and casting until I felt Husker's presence touch mine. I felt the urgency and the sound of his wings flapping. Relief overwhelmed me. Before I could cry from relief, I fell unconscious beside Alastor.

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Author's Note:

I like this version much much better. Thoughts?

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dragonbma · 3 months ago

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What are some scrapped concepts from any of your AUs?

Oh boy I wish I had seen this ask sooner because I have SO MUCH to say. Can of worms has officially opened! The peak 2023 brainrot I had last year spawned countless (around 20) MC:SM AUs. Most of which were one-off ideas where I just wanted to design something without thinking too much about a story. Since then, I’ve whittled it down to a handful I still doodle and write for behind the scenes. (Listed below)

Scrapped design/plot concepts:

Starting off with my favorite AU, Possession!Vos had a plethora of designs before I decided I didn’t want his looks to change much and that just surviving the plot was deviation enough. He almost looked like this whenever Romeo was in control: (essentially Romeo’s side profile would manifest and obscure half of Vos’ face, mirroring whatever expression the other half had)

If I had to think of which AU had the most scrapped scenes, that award goes to the Drowned!Vos AU. The poor aftermath of that story was reworked so many times (mostly because I was indecisive just how antagonistic Romeo would be to the man he cursed to be a soggy zombie forever.) In the first draft, Romeo was so mad that Drowned failed to kill Jack that he completely abandoned him, but that since changed to the Admin being an ongoing antagonist who teleports over when Drowned is alone to belittle him. (Slight gore warning for this next bit.) In one of the more devious scrapped scenes, Romeo enchants his boots with Frost Walker and partially freezes Drowned solid before stomping his leg and breaking it off.

Oarfishposting, while also going through three name changes throughout its time (cod help me), also did a complete 180 in plot. It was almost a basic mad scientist plot where Romeo captured and experimented on any “losers” that couldn’t win his challenges. The adventure trio of course lost the temple, but since Sammy was too far gone and Jack got the hell out of there, Vos was all that was left. Oarfish!Vos was very close to resembling a Frankenstein amalgamation. Of course I am much happier with the final story because a world where everyone is half animal and there is a god trying to trap the rarer hybrids in temples is much more unique and fun to play with.

For the last scrapped plot point I’ll mention, there was a fun idea I was playing around with in the Fantasy Trio AU where instead of Mage!Vos getting turned to solid obsidian, he is instead trapped in a mirror dimension. The mechanics of the challenge were as follows: adventurers enter a large, circular room in the castle and are presented with a myriad of doors along the walls. The floor is a giant mirror which reflects everything above it… albeit slightly different. Anyone one who enters the room has a moving statue reflecting their actions; So long as the statues are not shattered, they can swap places with their statues to enter the mirror dimension. (Their statues would then exist in the real world until they swap back.) Doors in the main room have no knobs so Mage opts to swap places with his statue to start opening the doors in the mirror dimension which do have knobs. Most doors lead to nothing, but some spawn enemies. TLDR: They eventually find the boss of the room, a large drake with a key around its neck, but it headbutts Mage and shatters his statue, rendering him unable to swap places back to the real world after the drake is defeated.

Scrapped AUs:

One AU I scrapped entirely (because Jack doesn’t die from the mess cliff fall) was a Death Trio AU where once Jack re-enters the Sea Temple, he’s haunted by ghastly apparitions of his old friends and how they died until he too eventually meets his demise in the Underneath. Vos’ skin is entirely obsidian and he can cry lava. Sammy bears resemblance to the elder guardians, now sprouting fins, scales, and their one giant eye. Though he doesn’t actually die in game, Jack’s downfall would have been the mesa cliff he falls off if Jesse refuses to give Porkchop their swords. His dead form gets a desert face covering and he leaves a trail of sand he coughs up.

Mercraft: Fish Mode started out as an AU where all characters were merfolk, but I decided it would work better as just a drawing challenge instead of Mermay.

Some crossovers I really didn’t do much with were MC:SM x Flight Rising, Night at the Museum, Wings of Fire, Pokémon, and The Odyssey. Most of these were me wanting to design stuff so I’ll try to sum them up quick. The FR and WoF AUs were excuses for me to draw the cast as dragons. The NatM crossover spawned from a dream where I found a modded version of MC:SM where you play as Jesse, Petra, or Lukas (all night guards) and tended to the museum. Other characters were museum exhibits such as Gabriel being Teddy, Reuben being Rexy, and the Admins as the Egyptians; In all honesty I remember very little from the dream save for Romeo (Kahmunrah) shaking Vos (Jedediah) around in a brita filter. Pokémon AU spawned from me rewatching “Pokémon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea” and realizing there’s a character named Jack whose partner is a chatot. The main premise is the basic “everyone has a partner Pokémon” AU where the adventure trio visit the Sea Temple (guardians are huntails, elder guardians are gyarados, colossus are regice… and there’s also a type: null there for uhh plot reasons.) Lastly, I just love The Odyssey so making Jack, Vos, and Sammy > Eurylochus, Odysseus, and Polities was too good to pass up. Plus Polyphemus works perfectly as an elder guardian + Romeo as a very pissed Poseidon.

Main AUs: Vos Possession AU, Drowned!Vos AU, Oarfishposting, ‘Neath!Vos AU, Champion Vos AU, and most recently Admin Accomplice

Secondary/Hiatus AUs: TempleSwap, Fantasy Trio, Abyssal Symptoms, Chipped!Vos, Angel, and Sentry

Honorable mention to the one-off crack AUs that I scrapped immediately because they were just for giggles. Holepunched AU: the obsidian cage does not open when it falls and uh just lands on Vos. 💥 Rip. It was nicknamed Holepunched because Sammy’s ghost has a gaping hole in her chest from the guardian beam and Vos’ is just sliced in half. Feather Falling AU: Vos survives all those years on one heart, but ultimately takes fall damage when Jesse releases him. Funnily enough, that one was made on a whim where I was just trying to cause a friend psychic damage, but she did me one better by saying it would be worse if he didn’t poof upon hitting the floor, but only dissipated when Jack tried to hug him. :[

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm vos #mcsm jack #mcsm sammy #mcsm romeo #mcsm au #vos possession au #drowned!vos au #oarfishposting #fantasy trio au #bermuda brainrot hours #bermuda replies #bermuda ramblings #scriptscratches #sea temple saturday

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nekohime19 · 6 months ago

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Bimawen # 4 : Peach Festival

It's time for the peach festival, the monkeys are way more honest when they're drunk.

Really this fic has a hold over me cause I wasn't expecting to update this fast after chap 3 but here we are. Guess I was motivated by the comments 😭. Like please those monkeys are taking over my life.

Wukong wasn't one to care about the eyes boring into his flesh, judging every inch of his imperfect skin and branding him as they saw fit. Some people spend their lifetime worrying about what other thoughts of their body. Changing every deemed flaw to fit the misconception of beauty. Were they ever satisfied by their own flesh? No. Of course not. Beauty was as changing as the tides. It never stayed the same. He scorned it. It didn't mean he didn’t find beauty in himself, quite the contrary in fact. But the only beauty that ever mattered for him was the one residing in his eyes. He found his sharp fangs appealing, they protruded from his lips like daggers, the luster of danger gliding upon them. He liked them. Others found them distasteful. He couldn't tell how much he caught the wandering gazes of constellations falling upon his fangs with a hint of disgust. They found bestilaity unbecoming of the Region Above. Sun Wukong didn't care. So why should he care about his attire for the upcoming Peach festival of the Lady Queen Mother?

As always, the Jade Emperor sent him a lavish robe confined within cloths of gold. A prayer, perhaps, that he would show up with a dignified attire, or at least something they found dignified. They tried each year to mold his appearances as they saw fit. As if he was made of clay. Fragile enough to be bent at will. Each year they failed. Sun Wukong was made of the sturdiest of stones. He was unmoving. The bimawen huffed the second he saw the robe and threw it in his cabinet depth. He despised being constricted. And the robe's heavy jewelry was anything but freeing. It didn't even have room for his tail. Truly preposterous!

He would go in his wrinkled red-robe, and they'd deal with it; they had no choice if they didn't want to fan the flames of his temper.

Sun Wukong looked up at the moon peeking from the corner of his room's window. The hour of the pig was at its end. The moon at its highest. Usually, he would be dead to the world at such an hour. He wasn't one to stay up late. But the robe sent by the Emperor angered him so much that he struggled to find sleep. What could he do to ease the lava flows raging in his veins? Perhaps, the saccharine sweetness of a peach could ease him. But, oddly enough, he didn't feel like eating a peach. Sun Wukong raked his mane in thoughts, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Then, a bolt of an idea struck him.

An amused smirk bloomed on the edge of his lips, as innocent as the first spring daisies, as dangerous as the blood-red tulips. He jumped on his windowsill and shifted. It was an odd feeling to sense his body changing. To feel his bones and flesh moves to accommodate his wish. Magic worked in mysterious ways. And despite living for eons, Wukong still didn't quite understand it. Perhaps it was meant to not be understood. Perhaps it would lose its attractiveness if all its mysteries were unveiled.

His body shrinked and grew feathers, wings sprouted on his back and took him higher in the dark sky. Soon, his form was replaced by the one of a songbird. The view from above was a marvel on its own. Landscapes flooded from every corners, lis of green filled lands kindly caressed by the moon pale light. Somehow, it felt different to fly as a bird than to run on the sky with the herd, or even to drift on the winds with his cloud. He was much closer to the winds like this. More than flying, it felt like swimming. Like plunging in an invisible ocean where one wrong wing beat could send him to the deadlier currents. It was more dangerous. He liked it.

Sun Wukong flew for a few minutes until he reached the edges of a lush forest. He dove down without any hesitation and skillfully slithered in the intricate web of branches. He settled on a pine-tree branch and looked down at the running river. His eyes swept off the place until he found a familiar figure. As expected, his assistant was at it again tonight. The bimawen let out a chirp of amusement and leaned closer, his wings fluttering at each of his hops. The first time he caught the black-furred monkey outside, it was because he got tired of waiting for him and decided to check where he holed himself. He took the form of a bird to be faster and to not be recognized. After all, he would appear too soft if he was caught searching for his assistant only because he was late on the job. The experience had been quite embarrassing. He would never admit how good it felt to be scratched under his chin. Did he think about it when he laid in his bed at night? Yes. Would he ever admit craving the touch? No. He decided to never repeat this embarrassing moment again, yet his curioisy won him over and he found himself flying towards the river without any seconds thoughts.

One night of observing turned into two, then three. This was the fourth night he watched Mengai fish, and somehow he couldn't get enough of the show. Was it the excitement of the sport that thrilled him so much? He couldn't say for sure. But it was pretty entertaining. Especially the moment Mengai dived in the water to claw out the fish. His wins filled Wukong with primal excitement, and his losses were hilarious to behold. Nothing was funnier than the pout on his lips when he failed. Perhaps, it was simply the hunt in itself that thrilled him. Wukong had never been very good at hunting. His regime was mainly made of fruits. So except if you considered picking peaches a task worthy of being called a hunt (even if he could admit that some peaches were particularly difficult to pick) he wasn't a born hunter.

Mengai managed to catch three fishes. Wukong chirped, he hopped on the branch to chase the excitement building in his lil body. As always, the black-furred monkey heard him. Curse his six-ears. The macaque looked up above him, a flicker of recognition ignited in his eyes the moment he caught sight of Wukong.

“Oh you're back.” Hummed Mengai, his face lacking the awkwardness of fakeness he showed when Wukong was in his true form. He offered his arm with a stiff smile. Perhaps the monkey was as nervous as him when it came to interactions, not that Wukong would ever admit that he was sometimes nervous about such matters. The bimawen hesitated. He never approached Mengai in his bird form since their first time. He didn't want to act like a needy puppy again. Yet some part of him was intrigued. It wasn't like he liked the pet, they were nice, but Wukong was above such mortal cravings. He was only doing this because Mengai looked like he was dying to pet him. Yes. He was doing Mengai a favor. Moreover, if he let the other monkey pet him for a few seconds, perhaps he could get a piece of grilled fish? Not that he yearned for grilled fish. But it would be nice. It smelled nice enough.

Wukong hopped off of the branch and perched himself on Mengai's arm. He pawed at the linen robe for a few seconds, finding his bearings, and then he hopped on the monkey's shoulder. It was the most comfortable place to be. His assistant waited for him to be settled, then he began to gently caress his feathered belly with the back of his finger. Wukong stayed quiet. It wasn't horrible. He closed his eyes, lulled by the gentle back and forth of the finger. The pesky monkey then began to scratch under his chin. Wukong chittered in surprise. Oh. It felt very good…. The bimawen managed to catch himself before he could get lost in the tantalizing feeling of being scratched. No. No. He couldn't be controlled by this witchcraft! This was preposterous. He nipped at Mengai's bold fingers. How dare he bewitch him with chin scratches? How outrageous of him! Nobody could bewitch this bimawen!

The macaque yelped in surprise and removed his fingers from Wukong's chin. “You're a violent bird.” Mumbled Mengai as he rubbed his fingers, he threw a cautious glance at Wukong and decided to stop petting him for now. Wukong huffed in satisfaction. Another victory for him. Mengai took his fishes and put them on a flat stone. Two salmons and one carp. He raked his rusty knife on one of the salmon skin, removing the scale, and then cut the belly in half to remove the guts. The stench wasn't good. But it was fascinating in a way to see Mengai's expertise. The knife flowed in his hands. Like the ribbon of a dancer. Once the fishes were salted and ready, he put them on spikes and prepared a fire.

Wukong watched the fishes grill with rapt attention. The flames licked their skins, darkening it deliciously. He gulped. Saliva accumulating on the tip of his tongue. If he had to choose between meat and fruits, he would always choose fruit. But he couldn't deny that Mengai's fishes had a certain appeal to them. He wouldn't mind one bite. Just to taste it, of course. Monkeys were curious creatures after all.

His assistant took one of the salmon once it was ready and sank his fangs in the juicy flesh with glee. The macaque ate in a very animalistic way. When he was alone at least. Wukong didn't know how Mengai ate around someone, in fact, his assistant always made sure to eat alone. Perhaps he was embarrassed of his way of eating? Or he didn't want to show any weaknesses. Either way, Wukong was left to watch him devour the fish til nothing was left. He gulped. His own hunger rising. The songbird hopped closer to Mengai's head and nipped at his ears.

He wanted a bite!

The macaque hissed and shooed the bird away. But Wukong wasn't one to be discouraged so easily. He hopped closer again and lightly nipped at the soft ears. It was quite funny to nip at them. They fluttered under his beak like the wings of a butterfly. Occasionally hitting his lil face. He liked the feeling. It was like being hit by feathers. He could do this all day if the other let him. But as it was he was a generous boss, and he knew it could be uncomfortable to have his ears being nipped at all day.

He was truly such a magnanimous boss!

Mengai glared at the bird, Wukong chittered innocently, head tilted to the side. The black-furred monkey sighed, he then approached the grilled fish to the pesky songbird. Wukong chirped in excitement, his wings flapping around to show his glee. Mengai sighed, he cut a lil piece of fish and gave it to the songbird. Wukong chittered happily, he took the piece of fish and gulped it down greedily.

Ah. Fuck. It was really good. Wukong almost groaned in pleasure. But the piece was too small. He wanted more. He nipped at the soft ears again.

“Oh my Gods, you're really a glutton.” Groaned Mengai, but he gave in anyway. In the end, Wukong gulped down a whole fish. The black-furred monkey laid down on the soft grass, arms folded behind his head. He didn't close his eyes. Too afraid to wake up late again. Wukong hopped on Mengai's chest and settled there. He tuck his wings around his body and put his head on his back, he then closed his eyes. Mengai's chest was quite comfortable. The sound of the river was lulling and the moonlight fell upon them like blessed raindrops, and most of all, Wukong had a bully full of delicious fishes. He could fall asleep like this.

Unfortunately, as he started to doze off, Mengai sat up and disturbed his well-deserved rest. Wukong chittered in indignation, how dare he wake him up like this? “Sorry, birdie. But I gotta go back. Don't want to be late again. I don't want the bimawen to get mad.” Sighed the black-furred monkey, he patted the bird's head and began to tidy up the place. Wukong huffed, he wasn't going to be mad for something so small…. maybe. Once he made sure his fire was put out, Mengai stretched and left the forest. Wukong watched him until his figure was nothing but a dot in the horizon. Then, he ruffled his feathers and flew back to the mansion.

He turned back to his original form once he reached his windowsill and collapsed on his wooden bed. All this moving and eating tired him. He closed his eyes and let the night lull him again. Finding the stern face of Zhou Gong in his dream. Wukong smiled in his slumber, if the dream god himself went to visit his night, then tomorrow could only be a good day.

***

Wukong woke up at the hour of the dragon. He laid idle on his bed, sunlight pouring on his still figure, bathing him in light. He liked to be slow in the morning. He had nothing to do until the hour of the horse. And he liked that. He ordered peaches, as he used to, and his clones scattered to satisfy his wishes. He frowned when he received the bottom of his peach barrels. The fruits weren't spoiled. But they were deformed by the weight of the other peaches, their colors dimmed by the long time they spent confined without being touched by the sun.

“We're at the end of our batch.” Explained the clone that handed the barrel. Wukong sighed. He'll have to visit his personal orchard again.

“Notify the clones working at the orchard that we'll be harvesting soon.” The clone nodded and scrambled to obey, running towards one of the messenger clones residing in the mansion. Wukong knew his clones had created quite the system in-between them. They gave themselves very specific jobs, creating webs of intricate designs all linked together in a functioning collective mass. A working society not unlike a beehive. He wasn't aware of all the intricacies of the clones’ management, but he knew some things or two.

Wukong went back and forth in three different places : the stables, his mansion and the orchard, which his clones called the Three Departments. Each department had its own Head Clone, or Head Director, who oversaw all matters related to the place and assured the smooth sailing of all his wishes. Then, they were the Six Ministries, each led by three Ministers (one for each department) scattered in the three different places.

There was :

The ministry of communication, charged to ensure the procession of his orders within a department but also in-between them.

The ministry of cleaning, charged to tidy his mansion up, clean the horse stalls and exterminate the pests in his orchard.

The ministry of care, charged of health, horse care and the growth of his peach seedlings, as well as the removal of the dying trees.

The ministry of watch, charged to guard one department and catch any thieves or threats lingering around.

The ministry of food and water, charged of everything related to nourishing, either it be horses, monkeys or plants.

The minister of refill, charged to always check the warehouse and see if something needs to be refilled. Perhaps, in hay, in seeds, or in anything else.

It was a very structural system, but as long as it worked they could have fun with their little imitation of the San Sheng Liu Bu. Wukong didn't mind.

The bimawen took a bite of his peach and reclined on his bed, he looked at the sun peeking from his window and watched it rise. The Lady Queen Mother festival began at the hour of the rooster. He didn't have the need to prepare himself, so he could get there following his usual after-work bath. He felt excited at the mere thoughts of the immortal peaches and the luxurious heavenly wine. It was going to be delightful! Maybe Mengai will want to come too? Wukong had to ask him about it. He didn't know if the black-furred monkey was comfortable going out around the other gods, if he didn't want to come he could stay here with the clones.

Wukong finally got up once the sun was high and bright. He brushed his unruly mane and put his futou on, then he left his room and went to the front door. Mengai was already waiting for him. He was much more punctual since Wukong scolded him for being late. Guess he learned his lesson.

“Let's go, today is care day.” Sung Wukong as he kicked his door open. He kicked it so often the mark of his foot was imbued in the wood.

“What's care day?” Carefully asked Mengai as he went after him. As always, each of his steps were as silent as a ghost. He reminded Wukong of a shadow at times.

“It's horse health day. We check if everything is okay then we pamper them.” The black-furred monkey's long tail twitched nervously. He was still not that comfortable with the horses. Wukong found his fear unreasonable, his horses weren't that scary, but he wasn't scared of many things to begin with so maybe he shouldn't compare. “I'll do most of the care, you'll just observe and learn.” Ordered Wukong. Mengai breathed a quiet sigh of relief and his tail stopped twitching. Wukong smiled, satisfied.

When they reached the stables, Wukong immediately snatched a bucket with a brush, a claw-sharpener and a wetted cloth inside. Most of the stalls were cleaned already and some of the clones already checked a few of the horses. The great sage nodded, satisfied, and entered one of the stalls on the right, Mengai on his trail. Bean, a cream colored pregnant mare was inside. She perked up at their arrival and heigned at Wukong, happy to see him.

“Hey there bud, how are you today?” He petted her head, softly caressing her mane. He was always more delicate with weakened horses. Her foaling was soon, so he always made sure to check her often. He was quite excited for her foal ! It would be the first one since eons. Dragon-horses pregnancy lasted long and were few and rare. Not to mention he liked dragon-horse foals. Their mane was incredibly fluffy and their scales as bright as the sun. Of course, the only downside was the amount of paperwork following the birth of a foal but he could do it. It was worth it if he could cuddle with a foal.

Wukong checked Bean all over, giving some explanations to Mengai now and then. Everything from her regime, to her weight, to the possible parasites, to her less exercised day. The black-furred monkey asked some questions now and then but he stayed mostly quiet, his ears flickering like butterfly's wings as he soaked up all the informations like a sponge. Wukong then began to clean and brush Bean. He weaved lil braids in her mane (he knew she liked it) and made her scales shines with a younger luster. The bimawen then created a stool and began to sharpen Bean's claws. He cut in the sharp nail, carving in the bright white. Brushing aside the rubbles when it fell on her paws.

“Oh by the way, the Peach Festival is happening today, you wanna come?” Asked Wukong as he finished pampering Bean. He kissed her forehead and patter her head one last time before moving to another stall.

“The Peach Festival?” Repeated the black-furred monkey with furrowed eyebrows. Wukong snorted at his dumb face. What a Mengmeng. He was almost tempted to touch the space in-between his eyebrows to smooth over the wrinkle forming there.

“It's the Lady Queen Mother party. There will be wine and immortal peaches.”

“Oh.” Chirped Mengai with interest. His tail betraying his excitement by curling on itself. “But… I don't think the other gods will be glad to see me.”

“You're under my wing now, you Mengmeng. Nobody is gonna mess with you.” Assured Wukong with a flick of wrist. Truly who will even dare pick a fight with one of his assistant? No-one here was brave enough to do this.

“I have nothing to wear… I don't want to be impolite.” Wukong raised an eyebrow, he didn't think Mengai was the type to be conscious of the other's gaze. Guessed he thought wrong.

“I'll give you the ugly robe the Jade Emperor gave me.” Snorted Wukong. “I'll leave just before the hour of the rooster. You wait for me at the front door if you wanna come.”

Mengai slowly nodded, his eyes cloaked over by numerous thoughts. Wukong huffed. Really this guy always overthought everything. The bimawen had headaches from just looking at him. “Don't hurt your head, Mengmeng. Focus on the horses.” Sighed Wukong as he flicked the worrier's forehead. Mengai glared at him fore a second, letting his true feelings shine through, before hiding everything under a plastic smile. What a funny guy. He thought he was fooling him with this poor act of submission.

Wukong went to other stalls, he pampered the horses and carefully checked their health. Dragon-horses rarely got badly sick, but it wasn't impossible either. As he was petting Mango and scratching behind his ears, Wukong threw a glance behind him and snorted at the sight that welcomed him. Mengai was leaning over the wall, his head stumbling in drowsiness, eyes tightly shut. The bimawen sighed and put his hands on his hips.

“This guy.” Huffed the blonde-furred monkey. It wasn't the first time Mengai slept on the job. Perhaps, fishing at night tired him too much. No matter. He couldn't let this type of behavior persist. Usually, he would pinch the other ears and scold him for a few minutes. But, seeing as it didn't seem to correct Mengai bad habits, perhaps he should do another type of punishment. A devious smile bloomed on his lips. Mango huffed in amusement when he saw his expression.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Wukong silently approached the sleeping monkey. He muffled his snorts in the heart of his palm to not wake the other up. He crouched down before the monkey and began to mess with his fur. He weaved silly braids on his chin and pulled two tiny pigtails on each side of his head. Wukong snickered, he flicked on one of the pigtail and it swung around before coming back to its place. Oh, that was funny. Wukong pawed at the pigtail for a bit before his eyes fell to the soft ears. He stared at them for a few seconds before letting his hands drop to them. His fingers grazed the appendages, the contact was small, yet it was enough for the ears to flutter. Wukong smiled. He bothered the fluffy appendages for a bit. Finding their frantic flaps amusing. He stopped when the black-furred monkey frowned. It would spoil his fun if he woke him up now.

Wukong rose and got out of the stall. He took a bucket and filled it with cold water. He then came back with the bucket in his arms. He approched Mengai with a huge smile and threw the water at him. The black-furred monkey woke up with a gasp, he squirmed around, fur glued to his body. Looking like a wet rat. Wukong bursted out laughing, tears nipping at the edge of his eyes. Mengai looked up at him and scowled. He wiped away the water obscuring his vision and sighed at the pigtails and braids he discovered in his fur. He unweaved them with a scowl on his lips.

Wukong wiped away his tears of laughter. “I told you many times, don't sleep on the job, you got what you deserved Mengmeng.” The macaque rolled his eyes discreetly and huffed. He looked like a bag of bones. He looked so weak, in fact, that Wukong wondered if a lil shower of cold water was enough to make him sick. He frowned at the thought. “Go home.”

“The hour of the monkey didn't began yet?” Asked Mengai with a raised eyebrow. It was true that usually Wukong sent Mengai home at the hour of the monkey, it was easier for him to remember. The bimawen averted his eyes and raked his brain for an excuse.

“I'm giving you some time to, huh, prepare yourself for the Peach Festival.” Coughed Wukong. Mengai didn't seem to buy his excuse, but he didn't question him. He nodded at Wukong and left the stall, some clones accompanied him home (Wukong told them to give Mengai the Jade Emperor ugly robe before they could leave). The bimawen followed his figure with his eyes until it disappeared from the stables. Once the black-furred monkey was gone Wukong sighed and turned towards Mango.

The stallion was giving him quite the deadpan stare.

“What? He seemed conscious of his appearances and all for the festival, I'm just giving him more time cause I'm a good boss.” He huffed with crossed arms. Mango narrowed his eyes. “Stop being a sassy horse, and give me your claws, you need sharpening.”

Wukong stayed in the stables for a few more hours. He checked the horses over and made sure that everything was alright. His clones assured him that they were all healthy and happy. Once he was satisfied, Wukong got back to his mansion and went to the baths. He removed his dirty robe and futou and threw them in a bamboo basket. He then leaped in the hot water and swam around. He liked to feel the water glide on his fur, it felt nice. The bimawen washed the sweat clinging to his fur and groomed himself, picking up the insects hiding in his hair. He spent a good amount of time in the bath, enjoying himself. Once he was soft and clean, he picked up a cleaner red robe and put it on. As much as he didn't care about his appearance, he didn't want to wear a mud robe either.

His futou was hanging on one side of his head, as always too little to contain his wild mane. Wukong leisurely walked to the front door and snorted at Mengai's appearances. The black-furred monkey put on the robe gifted by the Jade Emperor. It was a jade-green hanfu sewn with golden threads. Imagery of flying phoenixes were dancing at the hem of the robe. A belt of pearls was fastened on the waist and a heavy golden phoenix hairpin was thrown in his fur. The hanfu was a bit too large for him but it gave him a rather unique look, as if the silk cloth was flowing on his dark fur. The hairpin was too heavy though. It hung in his hair like a deadweight, the phoenix appearing more like a trapped butterfly than a noble bird. Wukong approached him and took the hairpin away from his hair.

“It's better without this.” He gave the decoration to a nearby clone. Mengai was surprised by the sudden gesture and seemed quite unhappy to part with the hairpin, there was a lust for gold in his eyes. Nonetheless, the bimawen wasn't letting his assistant go out with an ugly hairpin. No matter if it was made of gold.

They both left the mansion. Wukong summoned his cloud and lengthened it with some uncouth pats, once he was satisfied he settled on it and waited for Mengai to sit behind him. The black-furred monkey cautiously stepped on the cloud and sat in his shadow. The blonde-furred monkey then steered the cloud away and approached the less natural places of the Region Above. Quite soon, the quiet green-filled sceneries made places for a wildless loud land. The grass was replaced by marble paths, the rivers by golden roads, the hills by shimmering palaces and the meadows by glistening terraces. Not a trace of nature could be found in the marble world of the Jade Emperor, except perhaps for the shaped garden contained in narrow spaces. Wukong frowned. This wasn't a world he was used to. But at the same time, no matter if he didn't truly liked a marble covered world, he wasn't going to lead a war and change it. As long as he wasn't bothered, he would be as gentle as a fat cat. But if someone dared to poke him too hard, he would pounce like a lion.

Like every year, the Peach Festival was held in the Palace of the Jasper Pool, the Lady Queen Mother's very own treasure chamber. It was smaller than the Emperor's palace but it didn't lose in terms of beauty. It was made of fiery red stones that seemed to burn under the light of the sun. Lakes filled every corner of it, the water taking the same fiery hue as the walls due to the bottom made of jaspers. Sun Wukong leaped off his cloud once he was at the palace’s front door. Mengai followed his example with a nervous twitch of tail. Wukong barged in without any worries. He was used to this. The first time this festival was held, he wasn't invited, an awful error truly. He complained about it so much, going as far as to damage one part of the Palace of Jasper Pool, that he was invited the next year, and so on. The terrace was bathed in auspicious light, tables filled with delicacies and vases of hundred flowers were dressed before them. There were dragon livers and phoenix marrows, bear paws and the lips of apes. He scowled in disgust at the last one and decided to avoid it at all cost.

“Have fun.” Chuckled Wukong as he patted Mengai on the back. The black-furred monkey stumbled forward, breaking out of his stupor. The horse assistant looked around nervously with an excited glint in his eyes, then he lost himself in the crowds of spirits, probably to gorge himself on luxurious meat.

Wukong went for the wine first. He took a good jug of it directly from the barrel and gulped it down. Ah. Truly it was delicious. He spilled some on his robe and didn't care, red on red couldn't even be seen anyway.

“Ah bimawen. It's been a while since we saw you last.” Wukong turned around and was met face to face with the Three Pure Ones. Really. He was here for one minute and he was already being found by the highest divinities residing in the Region Above. The one who talked was Yuanshin Tianzun, the central figure of the Three Pure Ones.

“Your reverences.” Shortly saluted the blonde monkey. He wasn't one for noble pageantry. But still he wasn't going to address the Three Pure Ones with no titles. Yuanshin chuckled, his thin beard moving like a river of ink. He was good natured. A pity the mortals prefered the Jade Emperor and forgot to dedicate him a proper cult.

“You go for the wine, like always.” Snorted Daode Tianzun, another one of the Three Pure Ones. He was more known under the name Laozi. His hair was as white as the first snow of winter, and his earlobes hung till they touched his shoulders. He was way cheekier than the other two. A glint of cunning was swirling in his eyes.

“What can I say? The wine is just that good.” Shrugged Wukong as he took another jug of the precious drink. He exchanged pleasantries with the three higher deities, revealing in the gossip they heard, and snickering behind the back of others. Wukong was good at gossiping. And he liked it. It was always funny to learn that one high general was punished with the flesh of a pig for daring hitting on the moon goddess.

“The fool got what he deserved. Chang'e is loyal to her husband and still waits for him. It's disrespectful to try making advances to her.” Huffed Wukong as he gulped one more glass of wine. The alcohol was beginning to buzz his mind. He ought to eat something and balance it out.

“Indeed.” Nodded Lingbao Tianzun. His phoenix eyes sharpened like the tip of a blade, he was probably the most serious out of the three deities.

“Well, it was a pleasant catch up, but the peaches are calling my name.” Snorted Wukong as he finally put down his glass and looked around, he hummed in stadification once he caught sight of the baskets filled to the brim with immortal peaches.

“Of course, no one can stand between you and your peaches.” Snorted Yuanshin.

“But it would be good for you to check on your lil assistant, he might attract troubles.” Warned Laozi with an amused glint swirling in his eyes. Wukong frowned at the warning but before he could inquire more the three deities walked away, their long robes flowing in their wake. Wukong watched them retreat for a bit and then resumed his walk to the immortal peaches.

Laozi was just messing with him, thought the bimawen. Who would dare lay a hand on one of his people?

Wukong leaned over the peaches and chose the roundest. He eagerly sunk his fangs in the tender flesh. Immortal peaches tasted a lot better than normal peaches. It was like eating a cloud full of the freshest river water. Like having nature dance on your tongue. He could live with only immortal peaches and be satisfied with his life. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed people gathering at one particular place. The bimawen took some peaches in his arms and went to look at what was catching all this attention. He pushed past the people to find out what was going on, he was surprised to see his assistant in the ring created by the spirits. Erlang Shen was looming over Mengai, his third eye glinting with a passionate resolve. Wukong neve liked Erlang. He was too uptight. Too hellbent on his idea of justice, Wukong naturally clashed with him.

“I saw you do it.” Growled Erlang. Mengai nervously looked around and clutched his large sleeves of his hanfu tighter.

“You got a problem with my assistant, Erlang?” Asked Wukong as he entered the ring. The third-eyed god turned towards him and scowled.

“Bimawen.”He curtly saluted. “Your assistant stole something.”

“Do you have proof?” Questioned Wukong, he grabbed Mengai by the scurf and pushed him behind, placing himself in front of the god.

“I saw it with my eyes.”

“So I'm supposed to believe you based on your words alone?” Replied Wukong with a disdainful huff.

“If you don't believe me, how about we search him? If he didn't steal anything, then I'll apologize.” Proposed Erlang with narrowed eyes. His face was as cold as steel. Wukong wondered if he could even smile.

“Alright. But I'll do it.” Erlang didn't seem convinced by Wukong's proposition but he chose to concede anyway. It would be unwise to provoke the bimawen. The blonde monkey approached his assistant who was shaking like an autumn leaf mistreated by the autumn winds.

Sun Wukong began to search Mengai, he sighed when he found a bottle of wine hidden in one of his sleeves. Oh, so this guy really did steal something? The black-furred monkey closed his eyes in fright, persuaded that his boss would punish him. Wukong turned towards Erlang Shen once he was done and smiled. For those who didn't know monkeys, it could look friendly, for those who knew, it looked dangerous.

“He has nothing. I think your eyes do tricks on you, Erlang.” Huffed Wukong, Mengai's eyes widened in surprise. Geez, did he really think he was going to out him for a bottle of wine?

“I know what I saw. He's a thief.” Frowned Erlang. Couldn't this guy give it up? Nobody cared about a bottle of wine anyway, thought Wukong.

“Are you doubting me now? I trusted your words and searched for him myself. Do you want to call me a liar?” Threatened Wukong with a hint of a growl. Erlang flinched. He looked around, at the spirits and gods devouring this scene with glee, and sighed.

“... I do not wish to cause a scene.” Mumbled Erlang.

“Then the matter is settled. And since I'm a generous person, you don't even have to apologize, Erlang.” Laughed Wukong. He then gripped his assistant's wrist and dragged him away from the spirits and constellations. “But this kinda spoiled the mood for us and I had one too many drinks. We're done for tonight.” Called Wukong. The spirits pressed themselves to make way for him, like waves parting in half. Some wished goodnight for both monkeys.

Wukong summoned his cloud and waited for Mengai to climb on it. The flight home was silent. The black-furred monkey seemed to stew in his own thoughts. Wukong regretted not eating more peaches but all in all he was satisfied. They climbed down before the mansion's front door. Before opening the door Wukong turned towards his assistant :

“You know, it was a banquet. If you wanted wine you could have just taken a glass.” Mengai glared at him for a few minutes before sighing and averting his eyes in shame.

“...I wanted to have a taste at home.” He admitted. “... Thanks for defending me.” Wukong was taken off guard by the thanks. He didn't think Mengai, as stubborn as he was, would even think of it.

“How about we have a drink? Since I helped you I'm kinda entitled to this wine aren't I?” Wukong created two glasses with his hair and sat before the front door.

“You-” Groaned Mengai. But he ate his words before he could spit them and reluctantly sat beside the bimawen. He took the bottle hidden in his sleeve and opened it. “You're stealing my spoils, Sun Wukong.” He grumbled under his teeth.

“Guess that makes both of us thieves.” Snorted Wukong as he took a glass and brought it to his lips. Perhaps he should order some barrels of this wine. It wouldn't hurt. Maybe he could even do his own vineyards? The idea was quite alluring. “And you know my name?” He added after one gulp. It was quite disrespectful to not be addressed as his title by his assistant but the wine had a tendency to loosen one tongue so he could forgive it.

“... I heard it at the festival.” Mumbled the black-furred monkey, he gulped his glass and the tip of his nose reddened. Wukong snorted. What a lightweight. He was no better.

“I never asked but what crimes did you commit? Were you a thief?” Asked the bimawen, he wasn't that interested in his assistant's past, but he was in a chatty mood.

“Some kind.” Slurred Mengai as he swirled his glass, watching the wine curl. “I stole identities. Disguised myself as others.”

“Why?” Snorted Wukong, he couldn't fathom why anyone would want to be someone else. He felt good in his skin. He loved it. Mengai's face darkened, shadows fell on his eyes and veiled his gaze. This wasn't a good look on him. Wukong was prepared to change the subject, he knew the macaque was a rather private person, but perhaps the wine made him more honest than usual, he answered.

“I don't like myself.” Wukong stopped smiling at this. He thought about what to say for a second. Maybe something comforting? Before downing his glass and taking another. Perhaps there wasn't anything to say about this.

Why did he choose the character “ai” for his assistant name? Perhaps because he projected his own wish for company on him. Perhaps because he saw the same wish in him. Or perhaps because he guessed the other needed some love in his life. No matter the form. Wukong wasn't a very subtle person for matters such as those.

The macaque took another glass and downed it, his nose reddened even further. Maybe Wukong should also share something personal with the other? They were drunk anyway. It's not like they would remember what happened under the discreet shine of the rising moon. It didn't matter if he let his inner demons peek through him for the evening.

“Sometimes I have doubts about my job.” He confessed as he looked at the empty bottom of his glass, as if it could answer him and give him everything he wanted.

He needed more wine.

He took another glass.

“When I came here, I wanted to be recognized. I mean I'm an awesome person but nobody sees it. I wanted a place worthy of me. They gave me this job, and I really thought they valued me for a moment. Turns out being the bimawen is the bottom of the barrel. I was so angry. I wanted to lash out at them. But…” He bit his lips for a second before resuming his speech. “I like the horses. I told myself, I'll be angry tomorrow, tomorrow I'll tell them how stupid they are. And before I knew it years passed. I had a lot of assistants at first but the Jade Emperor took them all away when he saw I could do it all by myself with clones. Saying they would be more useful elsewhere. I threw some tantrums. And now my position is a little better, I have a salary and more recognition. And they gave me you.” Wukong took another glass of wine, letting the sweet drink glide in his throat and drown the knock forming there. “But sometimes I ask myself if I'm not wasting my time here. I could be so much greater. I know I could. But… I really like the horses…”

The macaque growled in annoyance, he grabbed the bottle and downed a good portion of it, Wukong whistled, his assistant was a good drinker.

“You know what type of people I'm the most jealous of?” Asked Mengai with a very pronounced slur. He pointed at Wukong and growled at him. “It's you. It's the people who do what they like in their life and are happy about it. Those people shine so much. And I'm envious because I don't have a shine for myself. What good does it do to be rich and powerful if you're empty? I think you shine so much now. And you shine much more than if you'd be a, a great sage or even a Buddha! And it's annoying. You're blinding me. You annoying mogwai.”

Wukong bursted out laughing. “Gods I don't know if you're trying to comfort him or if you're trying to piss me off.”

“You're pissing me off.” Replied Mengai in a bright moment of clarity.

“You don't like yourself and I like myself too much. I think we are a great duo.”

“You're an idiot.” Huffed the macaque.

“Well, to idiots problems then.” Cheered Wukong as he clinked glasses with the macaque's bottle. He looked up at the moon peeking from the horizon and smiled.

It was a pretty great night.

+ vocabulary

Li : Ancient Chinese measurement, 1 li = 576 meters

Zhou Gong : Zhou Gong, or Duke of Zhou, was a member of the royal family of the early Zhou dynasty known for his wisdom and statesmanship. The saying “dreaming of Zhou Gong” is a sign of good aumen. He’s considered the God of Dreams by many in Chinese culture after his writing of the “The Interpretations of Dreams by the Duke of Zhou”.

The San Sheng Liu Bu (Three departments and Six Ministries) was the system implanted in the Sui dynasty for ruling the imperial court. Here, the clones are having fun by recreating a simpler design of this system.

Mogwai : in Chinese mythos a mogwai is a sort of lil devil / lil gremlin

Chinese hours : Chinese hours, which I use in this chap, are divided between the twelve Chinese zodiac signs and represents a precise period of time.

Hour of the rat : 23h (11pm) to 1h00 (1am)

Hour of the ox : 1h00 (1am) to 3h00 (3am)

Hour of the tiger : 3h00 (3am) to 5h00 (5am)

Hour of the rabbit : 5h00 (5am) to 7h00 (7am)

Hour of the dragon : 7h00 (7am) to 9h00 (9am)

Hour of the snake : 9h00 (9am) to 11h00 (11am)

Hour of the horse : 11h00 (11am) to 13h00 (1pm)

Hour of the sheep : 13h00 (1pm) to 15h00 (3pm)

Hour of the monkey : 15h00 (3pm) to 17h00 (5pm)

Hour of the rooster : 17h00 (5pm) to 19h00 (7pm)

Hour of the dog : 19h00 (7pm) to 21h00 (9pm)

Hour of the pig : 21h00 (9pm) to 23h00 (11pm)

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amberinn · 3 months ago

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Hi I had a dream the digital circus was like a place where Caine could track your every move, no matter what the contestants would do they couldn't get away from him and his employees.

One day Pomni figured out a way to fuck it up somehow, there was a vending machine and since they barely got any coins (złote polskie) (PLN, my inner Pole prevails in my dreams it seems) to buy shit she decided to rebel and that she'll use a lockpick to break into machine a supply the whole group with beer.

Long story short she only got about one break-in (she grabbed the cookies, because they were closer to falling out) before an employee of Caine found her, but they didn't clock in that she was stealing shit per say.

They just sort of praised her for buying those cookies.

Pomni went to the group, and shared it with them at which point the group started insulting Pomni saying that with this sort of behaviour she could get them ALL in trouble (and for what? for a pack of cookies?)

And told her to confess to what she's done, so Pomni did do that.

Which lead to a punishment being a competition.

It was episode 7.

Pomni had them all drewn on a piece of paper, with her being the biggest one (taking half a page) because of her giant ass owl wings.

She grew paper owl wings in the digital circus too honestly.

They sprouted during the competition, which was about travelling through the entire world, before reaching the final dead room where someone was supposed to die. (No that's not what it was called, it did not have a name)

Pomni travelled very quickly, with her owl wings giving her speed.

The rest of the group did poorly, with Ragatha being the lead or so in how quickly they moved.

There were intervals, they went like

Pomni -> Ragatha -> Jax -> Gangle -> Kinger -> Zooble

Ragatha travelled through Egypt.

Pomni travelled through the entire world.

I can't remember where everyone else was, but basically everyone was always struggling in one location, while Pomni always made it to the next one.

At the end of it was Pomni's pov where she was in Egypt and she entered the final dead room first, Ragatha who also was there followed.

Soon enough everyone else started showing up.

There was an announcement one person had to die there, and then a wall opened to reveal a huge pit of lava.

Ragatha pushed Pomni into it.

Pomni was hanging on by a hand grasp onto the wall.

They've had a talk about something, a heartfelt one.

Pomni grabbed Ragatha and yoinked her with her into the lava pit (because she pushed her there)

They were both falling, but Ragatha punched/kicked some sort----- something physical Pomni off of her, and broke her glasses (red) and used them as a rope or so, somehow? to sort of grab onto the edge and then she yoinked herself onto the safe ground with their help. (Man, Ragatha should be at smash brothers frfr)

Pomni fucking dies.

They all make it out.

When they're back at their dormitories they talk about how fucking stupid it all was.

For Pomni to have to die for a pack of cookies.

Ragatha mentions over how Pomni is the bravest person she knows, and tears up with her red glasses being cracked n all, and having a bottom right piece straight up missing (small amounts of broken for saving her from the lava lowkey)

Zooble mentions to Kinger over how he could use the squiggly worm he's gotten, because the employees can't eat/handle things with cockroaches/cockroach particles

to write down valuable information or so.

because that is a form of rebellion in itself---

just a way more smart one?

Jax gives Ragatha a talk over how "Pomni's so brave, and nice, and ??? gorgeous, and Kaufmo's so fun, and nice and smart" and sort of makes her realise that she's had a crush on both of the dead participants.

It was a nice talk, Jax was nice.

Understanding sort of, you could say.

Like he knows they're all dying.

Like it's something he could expect, get.

(Ragatha's bi frfr, my dreams know what's up)

#the pomni fucking dies dream #and we learn ragatha has had a big fat crush on kaufmo and pomni #jax gives her a ted talk abt it #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc kaufmo #tadc ragatha #tadc caine #my ideas #my dreams #pomni x ragatha #buttonblossom

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prof-peach · 1 year ago

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I’m awfully sorry to be profiting off your misfortune, but as someone with a lot of tactile affection to give, I’ve always struggled with good ways to show my partner Magcargo (his name is Cornelius!) how loved he is and how happy he makes all of us! I keep his blowhole clear of debris and scrape the sides of his foot clean from hardened lava when it creeps up too high, and he seems happy enough, but tales of your woes keeping the Slugma out of your garden has also given me a whole host of new flavors for him to try, and it’s great to have ways to put in the effort and show him he’s appreciated! (And if it’s not uncouth to ask… are there maybe any specific plants you notice the intrusive Slugma like best? No grass-type Pokémon being harmed, of course!)

Oh I don’t mind, every Pokemon has its place, though many feed on plants, specially the ones I’m trying to grow, it’s never a cause for long lasting anger.

The slugma line are actually a real fun little duo, I got no qualms with them even if they chew through my seedlings.

For ease I can suggest fruit and veg that they seem to prefer, seeing as sourcing specific plant matter year round is not always so simple.

Most are not picky eaters, their nature makes them very resourceful and adaptive, and often their high body temperature means they aren’t so focused on taste, more texture.

My poor vegetable patch gets ravaged by them, but they noticeably go for the really leafy greens or higher water content plants, so cucumbers, cabbage, lettuce for sure, they aren’t adverse to the brassicas, so broccoli and kale and the likes. Mushrooms also seem to go down well, though they can be a hit or miss overall. Worth a try though. If your buddy has a sweet tooth try strawberries, never met a Magcargo that doesn’t like em, like a built in love the whole species shares. It’s kind of a weird little thing they all have in common.

Dandelion greens and hosta leaves also go down a treat but are very seasonal. I personally like to grow pea shoots for salads, but they sprout so fast and grow in all seasons, so having a few trays of them growing is a winner. If you have a small space, a window ledge is plenty to grow your own for your buddy. Takes no time for them to get going, and you and your Pokemon can enjoy them together. They only need to sprout so you don’t have to think about feeding them or doing more than putting them in all of a 3-4cm layer of dirt and watering them now and then. Super easy!

But seriously, cucumbers. I hate to admit it but last year I had to buy a few, they wiped my whole crop out almost.

#prof.peach #pokemon #peach talks #magcargo

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newbornwhumperfly · 7 months ago

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consider the color of the water...

yeah, yeah, it's a metaphor for grief again, whatever. this was really heartbreaking to write but am so excited to share regardless 😭🥺😭 this chapter of my story is fulfilling @whumpmasinjuly - day 21: abandoned - prompt because...ouch. 🥺🥺🥺

CW: institutional whump, abandonment trauma, allusions to child abandonment, allusions to familial separation, nightmares, just a shitload of vague but painful emotional family-centric angst

title insp. by this quote by abigail dewitt - "in the midst of a flood, consider the color of the water."

The walls are very loud here. That’s how it feels, anyway. He's small, he knows, but the waves are so tall and he wants to hold a hand tight because crowds are loud here and the waves are loud and it’s hard to listen. But he's old enough to walk by himself, he's (eleven) big and good and adult hands are full.

He needs to listen.

Wailing echoes out from up above, squirming, writhing. Lehua is crying again. She cries so loud these days but it’s not her fault. Morja tries to be nice - she's so little. The loud probably hurts for her too and she's sticky, sweaty, nose running, eyes streaming, as they shuffle from hallway to hallway.

Everyone speaks short and sharp and the sounds lap against eachother and over eachother and make a rush sound. Little bits fall away from the big humming water-rush-noise, understandable, simple, stony.

Papers.

Child.

Sit.

Money.

Wait.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Hold her for me, Morja, just for a moment? I need to talk to this man for a minute.

Morja blinks and nods as words-in-a-string make sense again, holding out his arms for the bundle of Lehua, who wriggles, fish-like, little shirt bunching up around the armpits and Morja waggles her toy, the clack-clack-clack of the wooden rings sliding together.

"Lehea, ‘eā? Nānā? E ‘ike i ka wikiwiki hiki iā mākou ke ho‘opa‘a."

A whisper, shhhhhh, the hush of the ocean.

‘Ōlelo is for at home. Not here. Not the big white waiting room or the smaller white interview room or the little white chairs. Morja remembers, he knows, but Lehua calms at the words she knows best.

The floor is tile and cold and white stone.

Clack-clack-clack, stacking, Morja uses his shirt to scrub at Lehua’s face, the tears hot and her nose all warm and sniffly, straightening her shirt even as he stares down at the wet patches on his own. Frowns. It will stain.

Morja remembers it's okay for clothes to stain.

She’s too little to know not to ruin clothes. That clothes cost money, so much of it. That cleaning costs money, so much, and Mama doesn’t have it.

The back of a green scarf is very still and very quiet, listening very quiet and very still, and Morja is very still and quiet, following the lead, and Lehua is loud and wriggling but that’s fine. She stacks the wooden rings one by one and Morja lets her win because she would never beat him if he didn’t let her win.

His name?

Morja.

The baby?

…Marigold.

There is an orange flower in Maku- in Mama’s book, long spikes, bright and pretty, sprouting out the black lumps where lava dried. The book-flowers don’t look like the ones in the flower shop to Morja. His baby sister doesn’t look like a flower at all anyway. But it’s pretty and Mama says that marigolds looked like ‘ōhi’a to her, reminded her of the tree the first time she saw it.

Is Lehua that flower, Mama? Or is it the tree?

Both. Either. That’s nice, isn’t it, Morja?

Lehua doesn’t look like anyone here. She doesn’t sound like anyone here. Only the people who are loud and talk so sharp and slow to Mama, which is mean, because she’s so tired.

The voices are loud and the wave was so high.

It’s high and dark and it’s darker than even the sky, a rolling carpet of dark meant to swallow them up and it did, it did, the water went over their heads and gulped them down and then it spat them out. Spitting up the salt and cold and dark that you woke up full of. It spat you out and you spat it out too.

Such a big hungry water.

(You understand, correct, that your signature is a termination of all parental rights going forward, as well as the right to sue or claim restitution beyond what has been offered in contract. This has all been explained to you?

Yes.)

Lehua screams and her crying, flushed and sweaty and sobbing, is a wave that covers every other word.

-Going.

-Stay-

-Be good.

-Love-

-Little while-

English. Greek. Only them. Remember?

-good. And polite to them. Good boy, know you are-

-Love-

The white room swallows him whole.

Does it?

No. He is just alone, in the white chair at the white table, and the green scarf, looped like seaweed around her head, is floating away. It does not turn around. She does not turn around. Her face is a puddle that shifts its borders and swims and won’t go still.

Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to take that baby outside if you can’t make her be quiet, you understand?

Ma’am, Mama, Maka?

Lehua, Marigold, a flower swept up in her arms, sobs as she’s swept out to sea, no, in the arms, and he watches it go. The tide sweeps in…and out. It always sweeps in again.

The walls are so high. He’s so much smaller than the walls. The wave is high and it only sweeps out.

When will you pick me up?

Soon as I - You have to be good until - okay? Promise me - be good until - come and get - wait - I will pick you up.

Black rolls in through the mouth of the open door, drowning the crying, the scarf, the white chairs, swallowed whole.

The only thing that picks him up is the wave.

/ / / / / / / /

Morja wakes up.

Jolts into a curl, protect stomach-chest-organs. Breaths rocking through his chest, fast, sharp, in-out-in-out-in-out.

Soaked in sweat, wet and damp and ruining the sheets.

Fuck.

It’s always water. Fuck. Only the water swirls in Morja’s memory, everything else washed away as he drags in air like he was underwater and that’s fucking stupid.

In a sudden terror, panic seizing his chest, Morja stands and strips the sheets of his bed. The bed. The room he has been given, the bed he is sleeping in, the sheets he needs to keep clean. Morja clutches the tangle of bedclothes to his chest and tries to steady his breathing, sinking to a sit. He has practice and he can go from shaky to still in a moment.

He can be good at what he puts his mind to.

His obedience to.

In…out.

The tide.

No. Air, breathing, that’s what this is. There is ground under his feet, cool and tile, pressing his hands against his eyes on the edge of the bed and he's fine. He is being good and he is fine.

The walls, the ceiling, the floor, all the color of freshly poured cement, neat and smooth and warm under the light spilling out from the bathroom. Bed, table, chair, lamp, cords, hamper, silver vent painted to match the wall, covered bulb in the ceiling. Cabinet, closet, desk.

Brown and tan and green.

Morja’s hands, without tremor, strip the pale green cases off the pillows, the sheets, the deep mossy blanket cover, fold them into bundles in his arms. Strips off his boxers, wet through.

Laundry will be good. Cleaning will be good. Showering will be good. He can wash all the salty stickiness away and replace it with the favors he's been gifted - the sharp-scented gel deodorant, the soap that smells like leaves and scrub-brushes, the things he can only assume are in every room of this base because people like him don't have eucalyptus and mint and vanilla.

If he scrubs the shower, if he launders the sheets, he can go eat. Yes. He doubts he could stomach any of the free breakfast he has been told he can just take, not unless he does his tasks. He must have tasks - if he doesn't, he will ask for some.

His heart won't calm until the scent of bleach and detergent fills his nose, the pounding in his temples like a heartbeat to him now. A thing that should be there. Like the gnaw in his belly. Like when he was too busy to dream.

Morja doesn't leave his room until the spigots are sparkling, the tiles gleaming brighter than ever, an arm full of washing and his head thudding dully.

He can't smell any salt now, just clean and hurt, and water in pipes.

yeah, sorry, my heart broke too... 🥺💔😭

the namesake of morja's baby sister, lehua, which is the 'ôhi'a lehua, a plant endemic to several islands in hawai'i (which, in the world of this story, has been renamed "raetea" by the colonial efforts of new athens). morja's mother gave lehua and morja new names that sounded greek/english to better assimilate, choosing "marigold" for lehua because the color reminded her of the lehua (also, the plant is the first to sprout out of lava...rebirth symbolism...) 🥺

morja's new name comes from a bullshit greek name - morea - that was plastered onto one of the islands (based on an old name for peloponnese, an old peninsula in ancient greece, once called "the despotate of morea"). someone told morja's mother that it meant "mulberry" for the trees of the region and she found that idea beautiful. morja's birth name he cannot remember and he doesn't try to remember but it was precious to those who gave it to him. 💔

(glossary: makuahine - mother, 'ôhi'a lehua - a species of hawaiian flower, "Lehea, ‘eā? Nānā? E ‘ike i ka wikiwiki hiki iā mākou ke ho‘opa‘a." - "Lehea, hey? Look? See how fast we can stack", 'ōlelo - also called 'ōlelo hawai'i is the indigenous language of the hawaiian people.)

resources i used for the 'Ōlelo Hawai'i (the indigenous Hawaiian language) are from here and here - if anyone has any corrections if i got something wrong, please let me know! 💖

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