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gatheredfates · 6 months ago

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Hi everyone, happy weekend (or happy almost weekend, depending on your timezone)! I was waiting on a couple of communities to get back to me before I released this update... but there is nothing stopping me from making a belated one later. ⭐

With that being said, as of today (06/01 - Happy Pride!), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LORE

Minerica Eorzea — maintained by @wildfireward, this Compendium was inspired by the Botanica Eorzea and serves as her counterpart. It contains item descriptions of raw materials, item descriptions of gear that use said materials, stats of gear that use said materials, leve quest lore, and crafter quest dialogue.

MISC

Animations for XIV — A spreadsheet created and maintained by Sayo#0196 that contains a list of animations that can be useful for posing purposes.

Transparent Assets for GPOSE — Have you ever wanted to overlay a screenshot with XIV’s assets like ‘this scene cannot be skipped’? @fortunafavore has you covered!

CHANGELOG

For some reason, the text for the Hingan Alphabet had vanished on its bigger advertisement. It has since been readded! (Don't ask me why it did it, I have no idea.)

COMMUNITIES

With the Tumblr communities in beta, I'm trying to think how to best incorporate them into the Compendium should we get an influx of XIV related ones when the feature goes properly live. While they're currently invite only I won't be adding any (unless community leaders would like to reach out and have them added) but, once they are, I'll either make a separate section in the Compendium for them or sort them between the aforementioned categories as needed. If you have any thoughts, questions or suggestions, please let me know!

Do keep in mind that the feature is in beta, so my thought and categorisations may change as the community feature itself expands. Tumblr may also incorporate a better method of searching/filtering that might make it redundant! We'll have to see.

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here, send me an ask with the relevant information contained on the Compendium, or join my Discord at SEAFLOOR (21+ only)!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🐡

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv community #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea's community compendium #｡･ﾟﾟ･ — sea speaks

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tokyogruel · 10 months ago

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hellos!! is there any frame in triage where shidou Does have the same patterned scarf-thing(?) his sons and wife wear? actually do you know what those mean? (<- i only now noticed them skldjlsd)

hello anon! hola!

to answer your question,, well,, no. not really. but also- well, kind of?

the pattern youre thinking of is called paisley. it has a lot of symbolic meaning that i will get to in this post, but.. shidou doesnt really wear it. kind of

i went through triage again and want to point a few things out:

shidous family wears paisley in 3 different places

his wife, around her waist. shidou mimics this with his apron

his youngest, around his neck. shidou mimics this with his jacket(? why are you wearing it like that idiot)

his eldest, around his waist. shidou mimics this almost exactly- except his cloth belt is light blue, not grey, and plain- no paisley

there is, however- one very brief scene where it could be debated that shidou's belt has a paisley pattern. it moves very quickly- and is heavily obscured by light

the pattern is incredibly faint- but look closely. you can see the paisley. this is the only scene that shidou is shown wearing paisley even remotely explicitly.

(and, before i get into the symbolism of paisley- i find it's important to note that triage has a floral-pattern overlay over the entire video. it is subtle, and you can see it better on a higher-resolution screen. but it is there, and it distorts the video slightly, yet entirely)

but, well. why is paisley so important anyway?

paisley, or Boteh-Jegheh (بته جقه), is a design that has been used for centuries, it originates from Iran (considered "Persian")

"So what is behind paisley’s incredible longevity? Its symbolic power has probably played a part. The original Persian droplet-like motif – the boteh or buta – is thought to have been a representation of a floral spray combined with a cypress tree, a Zoroastrian symbol of life and eternity. The seed-like shape is also thought to represent fertility, has connections with Hinduism, and also bears an intriguing resemblance to the famous yin-yang symbol. It is still a hugely popular motif in Iran and South and Central Asian countries and is woven using silver and gold threads on to silks and fine wools for weddings and other celebrations." (source)

"in paisley people have seen resemblances to a lotus, a mango, a leech, a yin and yang, a dragon, and a cypress pine. Ancient Babylonians likened it to an uncurling date palm shoot. Providing them with food, wine, wood, paper, hatch, and string—all of life’s necessities—date palms symbolized prosperity and plenty. Paisley began its life as the privilege of cosseted, powerful men." (source)

"The circle of paisley’s irony is now complete. A pattern of exclusive royal privilege in the East becomes the pattern of Western capitalist longing. It trickles down on humbler fabrics to working men, gay men, gang members, and Boy Scouts. It signifies free love and forbidden love, belonging and exclusion—a seemingly impossible range of human experience." (source, same as above)

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"In Ancient Egypt, for instance, paisley designs were often used on wall paintings and pottery vessels as symbols of life and rebirth; while in Persian culture they represented heavenly gardens filled with lush vegetation and flowing watercourses – a metaphor for paradise itself. Similarly, this pattern became an integral part of Hindu iconography; being used to depict gods such as Shiva or Ganesh." (source)

"The iconic design consists of intricate swirls and floral motifs which are believed to represent life’s cycle of birth, death and rebirth. It also represents fertility and abundance – qualities that were greatly valued by our ancestors who lived off the land they farmed. In many parts of Asia it was even thought that the paisley patterns had magical properties that could ward off evil spirits." (source, same as above)

"Additionally, the paisley flower is believed to represent the cycle of life, death, and rebirth in many cultures. The intricate design of the paisley pattern is said to symbolize the twists and turns of life’s journey, with each curve representing a different phase of life. The paisley flower is also associated with the concept of inner peace and tranquility, making it a popular choice for meditation and spiritual practices. Overall, the paisley flower holds deep spiritual significance and is a beautiful symbol of life’s journey and the eternal nature of the soul." (source, i recommend reading this page in full- foliagefriend is a site i use often as a resource, and their articles are in-depth and pleasant to read.)

so... thats about it, then!

there have been a few other elements pointed out in these articles though, so ill leave a few resources below to read up on, if youre interested :>

paisley (wikipedia page)

cypress (foliagefriend) // cypress (spiritualunite) // cypress (silentbalance) // cypress (artofmourning) // cypress (meaningsymbolism) // cypress (groovingtrees)

"On the Complexity of Using the Mango as a Symbol in Diasporic Literature"

"In Myth and Literature, the Mango Remains King"

"Leeches in modern medicine"

"Leeches are still used in medicine—yes, really. Here’s why." (this article discusses transplanted tissue)

leeches (wikipedia page, the link directs you towards the medical section of the age)

dragons (worldbirds) // dragons (athsq) // dragons (givemehistory)

yin and yang (wikipedia page) @mukuberry heres your 0510 b/w parallels again

ankh (wikipedia article)

date (allaboutpalmtrees) // date (desertempirepalms) // date (groovingtrees) // date (bateel)

phoenix (wikipedia page)

shiva (wikipedia page)

ganesh (wikipedia page)

gray (colorpsychology) // gray (colorpsychologymeaning)

blue (colorpsychology) // blue (colorpsychologymeaning)

white (colorpsychology) // white (colorpsychologymeaning)

purple (colorpsychology) // purple (colorpsychologymeaning)

(ps. shidou has consistent themes of fertility, ovaries, motherhood, birth/rebirth... the ovarian imagery is very persistent in Throw Down!)

#YAYYAYYY #PUT THIS MAN ON THE TABLE I WILL DISSECT HIM RAVENOUSLY #creature speaks #ask tag

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river-muse · 6 months ago

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For the WIP ask game: I want to hear more about "Lost in the Stars!" that one sounds like it could very easily rip out a reader's heart 👀

Ohohoho you picked out one of my DMC crossover AU ones. This one is a little more lighthearted in overall tone compared to my other fics actually! "Lost In The Stars" is just the working title for it since I haven't come up with a better title. It's because I have been playing way too much Sky: Children of The Light in my downtime when not doing other things and accidentally my skykid keeps creeping closer and closer to looking like Nero.

I'll talk more about it under the cut!

So after letting the idea boil around in my head for a few days the first thing I made was this fake screenshot (in truth this is a partial lie, the BG was different but since writing the fic I've changed it):

But of course, I wasn't happy with just some art.

It follows the formula of the actual game (which I don't wanna spoil the surprise for anyone who hasn't played it so I won't go to deep into detail) which means revisiting the locations over again multiple times. There isn't too much substantial here besides what can be read between the lines, with Dante being referred to as the Kind Protector and Vergil being referred to as the Regretful Brother. It's definitely an excuse to draw fake screenshots and mess around with star overlays.

Now onto the excerpts! These are way more narrative heavy, reflective of how the game itself works.

Nero is on his second reincarnation when he saves the Kind Protector from the endless darkness. Out in the Golden Wasteland surrounded by the ever-looming and ever-hunting Dark Dragons whose spines hurt more than can be put into words. A faint glimmer of the spirit’s surviving light lay hidden amidst the spires and covered up by growth that burns apart at the close proximity of Nero’s candle. The lost light leads Nero through treacherous open area, showing a man with vibrant red wings wielding a weapon against the beasts- something that Nero has never seen any previous spirit do. The Kind Protector was fending a Dark Dragon off to buy time for someone else to survive. There, in this field of poisoned water that saps strength and has too many gazing eyes above Nero finds the spirit’s final resting place. Still kneeling as if still holding onto a sword that’s been lost to an untold amount of time. Nero fails to free the spirit the first time, having to hide away in a tunnel while a Dark Dragon passes overhead and sweeps the area for prey. Then he leans close to the petrified remains while calling on his candle to share his own sparse light. The Kind Protector, for that’s all Nero thinks to call him, poses with an ephemeral sword in hand as if ready to fight before anything else. Nero mimics it. It feels silly seeing as he doesn’t have a sword. That earns a musical laugh from the Kind Protector, which only flusters Nero. Nero stomps his feet and points at the sword in the Kind Protector’s hands before motioning to himself. The Kind Protector waggles his finger to say no, refusing to pass the sword over for Nero to try posing with it. Instead he ruffles Nero’s hair and points to Nero’s chest. Nero holds his hands over where his light is seen, looking down at them before glancing up and thinking to find a way to ask what that meant.

The first time Nero sees the faint flash of a lost light high on a cliff, he thinks he’s strong enough to reach it. The ascension through the rain drains him and the water below is so cold. He has no choice but to huddle against a brazier inside a hollow log to warm up. His body shakes and he hiccups from the involuntary shivers as his light struggles to pull him back from the cold. He calls out his candle to feel warmer and huddles down. He’s on his eighth reincarnation, and most spirits seem to be freed yet he refuses to leave any lost before moving on for good. This one seems stubborn though. Or almost too hurt to save. The light is faint and Nero doesn’t know if they get weaker the more he reincarnates but he doesn’t want to find out. When back at aviary village Nero uses paper and a stick of charcoal to draw the area for the Kind Protector to see, leaving a question mark at the top of the cliff with an arrow pointing from the base towards it. The Kind Protector’s face drops. He rubs at the back of his neck and shrugs while his wings rustle just a bit too much to show he’s hiding something. Nero sighs.

When Nero’s twelfth reincarnation rolls around he makes it at last, holding out his candle to the lost light to reawaken it. It seems lost. The spirit aimlessly drifts with Nero’s every step and Nero has to hold out his hand to call it towards the faint glimmer of the beginning of the memory. Nero bears witness to the sight of the Kind Protector standing readied to fight- wings flared and blade raised in a threatening manner. This lost spirit faces him down with equal anger. The two fought. Blades clashed and wings torn at the edges from hits that are too close for comfort. They seemed equally matched. Until the lost spirit’s attacks became more desperate. It was a losing fight, and the spirit falls to his knees while the Kind Protector offers his hand out. It’s slapped away. The spirit rises, backing away from the Kind Protector. The two part ways, and at first Nero can’t tell where the spirit went next, until he spots a shimmer at the base of the cliff. It’s such a large fall into waist deep water. Nero drifts down, soaking his lower body in the water and feeling a chill creep up on him when at last he finds the spirit’s resting place. Crouched with one knee on the floor and a rusty, broken sword driven into the ground to keep balance. Nero offers his candle. It flickers in the rain but persists and at last the shell breaks apart to free the spirit. The spirit’s mask appears different than the memory- lines turned down in sorrow rather than anger. The spirit slicks his hair back the first moment he appears, hiding away that it looks a lot like the Kind Protector’s. Nero mirrors the motion and crosses his arms as he sizes up this- this- Proud Swordsman. That sounds wrong. Lost Swordsman? No. He’s not lost. The likeness to the Kind Protector is too obvious. They were kin. At least, Nero thinks so. The Kind Protector had been hiding this knowledge for some reason. Regretful Brother. It sticks out as the spirit bows just enough to show respect while keeping his eyes on Nero. His gaze burns through Nero the same as any fire. He feels pride. The Regretful Brother offers his hand out for Nero to take. Nero rests his little palm on top of it and the spirit grasps back. There’s a pause as the spirit looks at their hands. Then as soon as he’s there, the Regretful Brother is the first to choose to move on, vanishing into blue particles before Nero can figure out what thought that simple touch had brought about. When Nero returns to Aviary Village to confront the Kind Protector for hiding that he’d known- he searches everywhere and can’t find him. Not in the café. Not at the town square. Not at the top of the bells. Not on the hills overlooking the gates. There isn’t a single glimpse of those red wings.

I don't have too much written for it, but I definitely plan to add more to it in the future! I love playing Sky. Exploring to try and uncover clues as to what exactly happened to their world is super fun.

Thanks for giving me an excuse to actually talk about this one! I haven't really shared it because it's mostly surface level.

#Kat's Fics #Kat's Art #the art is hidden in the read more!#Just another one of my little DMC AUs

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the-grey-hunt · 2 months ago

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RULES OF GHOSTHOOD, PART 1: TALKING TO GHOSTS

hi i played ghost trick a second time specifically to gather data on How Ghosts Work. behold, my magnum opus my first draft of what, if i had the time, could've probably been formatted like a fancy research paper

the "part 1" is because this is already way too long lmao

ONWARD!

Ghosts can speak freely with other ghosts, regardless of who has powers and who doesn't. They don't need to establish that glowing connection between cores; in the ghost world, out of the ghost world, if a ghost talks, the other ghosts can hear it.

However. the rules for the living are a little different...

okay, before I go any farther, I have to establish some terminology.

A: There's a difference between "entering the ghost world" (pressing "ghost" to access the colored overlay that shows cores) and "entering the ghost world" (connecting your spirit to another person's core to draw them into the swirly void)

B: There is a distinction between the "overlay ghost world" (the time-frozen land of the dead which shows the cores in the world around you) and the "swirly void" (a place of pure thought/spirit where ghosts are visible to one another, but cores are not). I will be using the "overlay ghost world" and "swirly void" to distinguish these.

why is this difference important? because when talking to the living, Sissel does it in two ways. The first is talking in the world of the living, no ghost world involved.

It seems common for this to be represented by Sissel and any dead people "thinking" (smaller text at the top of the screen) and any living person with a core responding out loud (larger text and a full sprite at the bottom of the screen). However, there are several exceptions to this (Jowd in ch9, Missile in ch3) that make me cautious of calling this a "rule".

The second way is by Sissel making that connection with a person's core of the dead to draw them into the "swirly void" for a conversation and some lore drops. Conversations between living and dead happen near exclusively in this world, and NEVER** happen in the "overlay ghost world", where time is frozen for the living.

In the swirly void, everyone present with a core of the dead is automatically present and able to listen, regardless of who Sissel made a connection to talk with. This is especially clear in the Justice Minister's office (and, if when you arrive to his dead body and connect to his core first, Lynne will "shove" JM out of the way to talk to you).

Ghosts are also audible in the world of the living, like I mentioned. When out of the ghost world, ghosts can hear each other, AND any living people with cores of the dead can hear them.

The only time ghosts CAN'T be heard, it seems, is over the phone. Sissel can travel through phones, but he can't talk over them, like when he tries to answer Kamila's call.

I would like to draw some kind of conclusion, but I feel like most of this post speaks for itself. Except for the Exception below.

**Exception: Look, there's like two seconds of dialogue as Sissel leaves the Yonoa bedroom for the torpedo room in ch17 where Lynne comments on what he's doing. Normally the game would pop you into the world of the living first, like it does EVERY OTHER TIME something like that happens.

My only hypothesis is that Lynne is built different, except Missile also sometimes has dialogue here! Argh. We'll address this later.

#ghost trick #meta #spoilers

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tgrailwar-zero · 1 year ago

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Izou.. Izou, you’ve done well. It’s alright, just. Don’t give yourself away. It’ll be alright. It’ll be okay, you’ve done really well, you did the best you could. Hide if you can, and if not, then be still and quiet. No matter what, we’ll be with you to the very end. We’re really really sorry that we can’t do more but. Breathe for us. You’ve done well <33

You take time to sit there and say things that you never said. Lingering regrets, maybe. They fell on deaf ears.

The issue with combining dreams and memories is that the annals of control are difficult to parse. The lines between what happened because 'it already occurred' and what happened 'because you willed it in the now' were blurred. But now, they felt clear, as the reactions between your words and ASSASSIN's response were rather definitively split.

Gone from converging together to progressing in parallel.

It was hard to tell why now the difference became so defined.

Perhaps it was karma, as KARNA had said. A brief, clearer look into the weeds of what had happened. Not nice, but necessary.

It's hard to remember exactly what you told him during that first bout, but it was enough for him to push himself back up to his feet with his sword drawn and march out the door with reluctance, venom, and a lack of self-preservation.

It was probably something rational.

Thinking about it- you could reroute whatever mana you were wasting on him to other Servants. Create better plans. This wasn't a failure, it was simply a setback. And Servants didn't die, they were familiars. They disappeared until they were re-summoned. It was a numbers game, and that LAIR SERVANT had a much higher potential for danger to your Servants than ASSASSIN had for the Servants for the Solar Cell. Either way, this was fruitful. And KARNA revealed his True Name, adding additional fuel to your fires.

When it came to a Grail War like this, drenched in Mystery, OKADA IZOU was already a weak link. Maybe if he was dealing with more modern Servants in more modern circumstances he'd be something to fear, but the Lair Servants of the Solar Cell were on another level. He was outmatched from the start. But he did his job well- a successful assassination against a Divine Spirit was nothing to scoff at.

You could imagine thoughts. Overlaying. Twisted. Whispering.

Bravo. You were winning. You sacrificed a pawn for a rook and then gained crucial information. This was a win. A net positive. If you thought about it like that, then this was basically inevitable. So there was no sense in calling it a heroic last stand- it was a choice of pure pragmatism.

--You could assume your thoughts back then were something along those lines, potentially, as you watched him bravely step out for his death. Perhaps he could land a fatal blow before he was killed. Do enough heavy damage that they'd have to waste a few of their resources to heal KARNA.

You remember the short, final words the two Servants exchanged before their bout.

KARNA: "…You've come out to fight."

IZOU: "Yep."

KARNA: "You can't win."

IZOU: "I know. But let's see if I can draw some blood first."

KARNA: "…You won't. Goodbye, Assassin of the Interlopers."

The fight was skipped over, without any fanfare.

Really, what was the point when you knew the result?

For whatever it was worth, it wasn't overly painful, or gruesome. It seemed like KARNA had mercy. It was just bright, as the bowstring was pulled taut and light rained from the skies.

Light. Bright, unrelenting light. Nothing but the merciless rays of the sun.

You woke up.

KUKULKAN already in the midst of stretches as the gentle rays of the sun trickled in through the window.

#thgw story #thgw: chapter 4 #recall fragment #main post

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liarian · 5 months ago

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Running into the abyss

"Where do you think you're going?"

Katsuya stopped dead in his tracks, looking for the owner of the voice that had interrupted him when a blond man descended from the sky. His entire body emanated psychic energy that bathed everything around him in gold. The red vinyl windbreaker glistened under the few rays of sunlight that broke through the storm.

"Someone has to do something." Katsuya muttered, trying to walk past.

The man rang a bell from having seen him somewhere, but Katsuya didn't much care about it either when the strength of the tornado seemed to be in crescendo.

"And what do you think you're gonna be able to do?" The man stepped in his way again. "Be smart and stay out of the way. You don't know what you're up against, so leave it to the professionals." Katsuya then remembered him. He had seen him on TV more than once. Hanazawa, that was his name. On screen, Katsuya had never liked him too much, but seeing him in person made him all the more obnoxious. "You'd do well to take my advice."

Katsuya growled, annoyed. The power he could sense in that man had little to compare with Kageyama-san.

And he was sorely mistaken if he thought Katsuya was going to stand idly by when Taka could be in danger.

For once, his powers could do more good than harm. He wasn't going to let a complete stranger stop him from helping those who were important to him. Hanazawa knew nothing about him, Taka or Kageyama-san. Katsuya wasn't going to let that man make him feel like a complete good-for-nothing.

"I think I have a pretty good idea of what I'm in for." Katsuya let his power wash over him, the purple hues overlaying the other ESper's golden ones.

"Idiot, don't say I didn't warn you." He barely managed to hear Hanazawa's words before he disappeared again, running deeper into the storm.

Katsuya kept running, avoiding crossing paths with anyone else. A helicopter flew overhead. The streets were almost unrecognizable, with cobblestones torn up and cracks running across the asphalt like scars.

Emergency services sirens seemed to be coming from everywhere as police cars cordoned off the area with concrete fences.

Any hope that his footsteps weren't leading him to Spirits and Such faded away until it disappeared completely. Katsuya ignored all the signs and kept moving forward.

Katsuya was panting, lungs burning from exertion when he finally reached the place where Kageyama-san's office should have been.

The scenery before his eyes chilled his blood.

All was ruins for many meters around. Crushed in the rubble, the Spirits and Such sign was one more victim of the destruction. Reaching the center of that hurricane seemed impossible.

Katsuya crouched behind a half-ruined concrete wall. He wasn't the only one overwhelmed by that enormous power completely out of control.

Katsuya felt a shiver run down his spine. Terror invaded every pore of his body. He had been deluded to think he could do anything. Kageyama-san's power was like facing the violence of nature run amok.

Across what was left of the street, Hanazawa was barely standing, Kageyama-san's power forming whirlpools. Beside him, a dark-haired boy reminiscent of Kageyama-san tugged at his arm trying to convince him to leave.

"Teru! It's crazy to come any closer! It's too late!" The voice was barely audible over the roar of the wind. "That thing is not my brother!"

"Someone must stop it no matter what! If we don't do it no one will!”

***

Dimple managed to escape by the skin of his teeth. A second more and he would have disappeared, absorbed by Shigeo's power. No matter how much time passed, it still seemed incredible that such a small body could hide such destructive power.

It was hard to call a power that could almost rival the gods human. Dimple had sensed Shigeo’s potential and was determined to rip off that mask of insecurities any way he could.

As a solution, playing with the kid hadn’t been a good idea. How could he imagine that a mere kid could be responsible for such a debacle? Dimple had believed at face value that Reigen was Shigeo's little project. His pet. A simple form of entertainment.

Never in his worst nightmares would he have imagined something like that.

Without a world to worship Shigeo, what was the point of being a god?

The last thing Dimple could imagine was Reigen being Shigeo's whole world.

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 ageswap #fanfic #my own writing #lia's writing #katsuya serizawa

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nantosueltas · 2 years ago

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🏹 The Arrow and The Flower 🌺

Chapter 1 — Heavy Clouds of Woe

“Take your risk of life and death

Underneath the open sky.”

— E. Alan Mackintosh

— Let's go, Angus.

Coming down that snowy hill, Merida was lost in thoughts.

Layers of images, sounds and emotions were overlaying in her mind's eye, vanishing as quickly as they arose: the preparations of her upcoming eighteenth birthday with Elinor ordering the maids how to decorate the throne room for the perfect event while Fergus and the boys would yell random things at the table; pieces of her adventures among the mountains, rivers and hills in her lands before and after turning Elinor into a bear.

“Dear, we both changed” was the last thing Elinor said after the dreadful spell that turned her into a bear was broken. Once back as a human Elinor could see how much what they've been through and how much they've grown. And changes kept happening even after all of these adventures. Elinor wouldn't touch the subject of marriage anymore, but she complained the appearance of her daughter was “way too fierce for a princess, you look like you're about to fence for your life, not rule a kingdom.”

And indeed she looked way more fierce. She tried to mirror her inside on the outside: she felt like a warrior, she wanted to look like a warrior. Now her long curly red hair was kept in a long ponytail, lying all across her back. She could see and move better, it felt comfortable and appropriate since she would spend many hours outside.

The blueish tones of her kilt against her scarlet hair against her now toned arms and legs were contrasting features on her appearance that she learned to love.

Some of her adventures in the forest and mountains gave her some permanent marks, like a scar on her right eyebrow after a riding accident with Angus. Elinor almost fainted when she realized the mark was permanent but Merida could feel more like herself than ever but at the same time couldn't ignore a growing emptiness inside her chest.

She couldn't really explain why but somehow it was always there, feeling it strongly while alone in the forest, looking at the dancing branches of the trees full of apple blossoms in spring. Somehow life was now more of the same. Dealing with her parents, brothers and castle servants, still having lessons with Elinor and now with Fergus (Elinor agreed Merida should keep learning the “arts of war” and even she was taking some lessons), getting to know the subjects. The cottage witch was never seen again and Merida would often ride there, maybe in the hope of seeing these googly eyes or the hysterical talking crow once again.

Somehow she missed that spark of life-threatening magic. The wisps were also gone, the menhirs where they once first appeared to her now perpetually empty and silent.

That added to a series of unsettling nightmares would make the once lively and energetic DunBroch princess to shun inside herself in a way she never did before. She would also think about her kingdom, threatened by it's own nature, that looked almost…vengeful.

Something wasn't right with Dun Broch's weather and Merida knew it. She felt her heart sinking in her chest whenever she gazed upon the heavy dark clouds hanging on the sky for more than a week.

"I am telling you, it's the Fae's doing!!!" Fergus would yell and beat the table during dinner while discussing about the subject.

"So now you believe in Fae and magic? What a cursed cake given by a witch and the spirit of a dead warrior inside a bear won't do! And would you mind not knocking out our tables? Honestly, Fergus." replied Elinor with her usual impatience for any kind of noise and abrupt reactions.

"Well, I see no other explanation! Such clouds aren't normal, they're sitting there… Like watching us! And won't fall, not even a drop of rain, it's just thundering and roaring like an old man's stomach!" He was still exalted but trying to control the fury of his hands. The boys would imitate his previous euphoric gestures.

"Well, maybe our daughter could pay a visit to the cottage witch once again and discover which treacherous being is haunting our lands. Skies, in this case."

Merida didn't pay much attention to her parents' conversation or to her food or to her brothers yelling as customary in every meal. She was lost in thoughts and too distracted to reply.

"Merida?"

"Hum? What is it, you were talking to me?"

"What is with you,child? Yes, I was talking to you. Actually this is a communal conversation so we were all talking to you" her tone seemed more worried than bothered.

"I'm sorry. I think I might be just tired. If you excuse me, I'll just get to my bedroom"

"The sun didn't even set yet, Merida"

"Well, it was a long day and I didn't sleep well. Good night"

Elinor worryingly watched her daughter to climb up the stairs while Fergus and the boys were fighting over her untouched dessert.

Cold winds softly caressed the princess’ rosy cheeks and ember-like hair, shaking her from her flashback. The vision of ice and snow on the trees and the whole landscape, as well as of the dreadful clouds of woe above slowly brought her back to the present moment.

This was the last memory she dwelled on, an one hour ago memory while climbing Angus to get back to the palace. Even though she said she was going to her bedroom she managed to leave to the stables to get Angus for one of her lonesome time rides through the forest. Whenever she had her head full, that's all she tried to do. To ride all her problems away.

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Merida wished her arrival was as smooth as her leaving. Once she got to the royal stables, guess who was there?

"Having problems reaching your own room?" The darkness could hide her identity but Elinor's voice could be recognized even from a distance.

Merida jump scared right when she was adjusting Angus to his stable.

"Well, I, actually, I…"

Merida unwillingly interrupted herself with a loud sneeze. Elinor sighed.

“First dress these up, Merida, you're still going to get yourself killed staying outside in the cold winter without proper dressing.”

She handed Merida a thick and long fur cape she could adjust to her body like a blanket. She also gave her thick blue cloth stripes to wrip around her arms and leather hand grips to protect herself from the impact and constant friction shooting arrows would cause. Merida covered herself with the fur coat and wrapped the stripes around her arms, admiring the quality of the material and the deep blue color of the fabric.

"Are you having these dreams again?"

Elinor’s voice was calming and her face looked almost ethereal under the moonlight.

Merida was caught off guard and after a surprise moment she calmed herself down and sighed.

"Yes. It's always the same dream. Nightmare. Every night. This will be the seventh night, if it happens again.

Elinor seemed immersed in thoughts for a moment until speak again.

“You never mentioned how such dream, nightmare, unfolds.”

“Well, it's difficult…I…”

Elinor gently landed her hand on Merida's shoulder.

“Yes, I know, first would be thoughtful to leave a place smelling like horse ordure before engaging in a chit chat”

Merida chuckled despite her worry and fears and left with her mother to an open courtyard in front of the palace. They watched the moonlight in silence and sat on some massive rock tile, reminiscent of DunBroch’s castle construction. Elinor cleared off the snow covering its surface with a piece of cloth and invited her daughter to sit next to her.

Elinor looked at Merida tenderly and rested her hand on hers, supportively and tenderly.

“My little brave girl”

Merida's eyes glowed with child like expectation and seemed watery. She breathed in as preparing for saying something but breathed out still in silence and waited for Elinor to speak again.

“The ancients used to say dreams are meaningful and a sign or a warning of a higher power. But whatever they mean, whatever they're predicting, now that there's no challenge we can't overcome… together.”

Merida's eyes were teary but she opened a wide and relieved smile. She squeezed her mother's hand and with a sigh of relief and shaky voice, proceeded to tell the dream.

“I am in a dark place. A dreadful place. A beach, at night with no moon or stars in the sky. And it's cold, really cold, I can see each of my breaths coming out as smoke. I take a look around but all I see is a vast body of water. Maybe the sea, I guess. I was so alone and, and I was calling for you and dad and Harris, Hubert, and Hamish, Angus, everyone that I know but… I never got an answer.”

Elinor was listening with utmost attention and it gave Merida strength to tell further.

“Then after calling for someone for so long I just give up. And I feel so lonely I start crying and I can see my tears falling on water. And that's when the sea starts rising. When it touched my knees I jumped back, looking for a way out. Then the waters withdrew, starting forming a whirlpool. And it was so noisy! And such strong winds blowing and whistling out of nowhere! It was so confusing but I could see the center of the whirlpool, because of this strange white light glowing inside of it. And finally I heard a voice.”

“A voice? Did it say something?”

“Yes and it wasn't saying anything. It was… Shouting. I think it was a name that I had never heard before. Even foreigner. Artio.”

Elinor looked serious. She seemed to be meditating on everything she just heard, resting her hand on her chin. But Merida doesn't have this kind of patience for contemplation.

“Well? What do you think?”

“All of that? Cryptic, ominous, surely terrifying. The kind of thing your dad would like to go through.”

“Mom!” Merida chuckled.

“But… On a more serious note. This dream you have seems to have some connection with these ominous clouds over our skies. It involved much of water… And and a feeling of uneasiness. And danger.”

Merida felt her chest heavy.

“And this word, this…name. Artio. Does it sound familiar?”

“Honestly…No. But I heard of a clan that was taken by the Romans, with whom they had epic battles. They never surrendered and fought as much for freedom as we did. This name sounds like the language of theirs, as I read in the registers of the history of their nation. And this name, Artio,was commonly given to children, baby girls born on spring. It's an ancient word, and it means… ‘bear’”

“What?” Merida jumped on her sit.

“Yes, I know. We are just haunted by such fascinating creatures, aren't we? But whatever or whoever is this Artio… Has a connection to you. To us, somehow. Everything is somehow closely bonded, knitted together, like a tapestry. Whatever is coming, will come to us, someday.”

As Elinor finished speaking, a gentle blue light appeared from thin air, like invoked by their conversation. A being made of supernatural deep blue color, manifested with a characteristic ghostly whisper.

“The will-o-wisp!” Merida shouted nearly jumping. She thought she would never see them again.

Elinor looked surprised but also worried. The will-o-wisps usually leaded to chaos and danger, like they did before.

The wisp disappeared and quickly reappeared some steps ahead, in the direction of the the forest. Elinor and Merida looked at each other. As if guessing her thoughts, Elinor simply said,

“Careful, child. Come back for breakfast”

Merida's eyes glowed like receiving a flash of confidence.

“I will!”

Nan

And after wrapping her mother in a clumsy embrace, she quickly moved to get Angus and her archery tools, to follow the mysterious wisp into the unknown of the dark snowy forest.

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philtstone · 8 months ago

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people more eloquent than i have already made this point about chani -- and ive never read the dune books, as a disclaimer -- but i havent seen anyone ever make it about arwen & as i personally had already been thinking abt her role in lotr for the last 4 months before i watched dune 2 i had a field day with the whole thing so here goes. im going to try my best here so please forgive me for any oversights/mistakes

arwen in the lotr books has maybe 3 scenes in which she appears and (correct me if im wrong here) no dialogue outside of she and aragorn's appendix (admittedly a banger!). she is never mistreated or dismissed and is very clearly held in deeply deeply high regard by her beloved, who daydreams about her every couple paragraphs, but she's not like. a Character. contrastingly, arwen in the lord of the rings dir. peter jackson is allowed active physical and narrative presence in the story by being given all of book!aragorn's certitude and thereby narratively externalizing much of the story's central themes for the viewer. you see this not just in her direct delivery of some of aragorn's more assured book dialogue (you are isildurs heir, not isildur himself) but also in her refusal to abandon middle earth and the way her spirit is connected to the waxing and waning of despair in the movie before the ultimate eucatastrophe; arwen is hope, just as aragorn (named hope in the books, but never called so directly in the movies) is. they are the same person (read: basket of themes and archetypes) split in half, and thus better and with more nuance explored. if you notice, they often have very similar if not identical dialogue, and if i remember correctly in two towers specifically arwen is usually the progenitor. she is the one who says there is always hope first; then aragorn delivers it into the action. she is the one whose power (love, hope, call it what you will) brings him back to life. she is the one whose choice to stay prompts the reforging of the sword. when elrond says i looked into your future and saw death and she counters with but there is also life! overlaying everyone else's moment to moment choices (all of which also reflect the central theme in different ways, because lotr is an excellent work of storytelling) is arwens refusal to leave, her refusal to abandon hope, and her unwavering belief in the potential joy life has to offer despite so much despair, and in all of this she becomes, rather than just the tertiary narrative concept she is in the book, one of the clearest character proxies for lotr's central thesis.

now ive never read dune, so feel free to tell me i am wrong here. but to the extent of my understanding book chani is similarly not A Character but rather a love interest; she does not really have complex presence in the story outside of paul. in contrast to arwen, she is a secondary character and also grossly mistreated. so there is the first inversion. but chani in dune part 2 dir. denis villeneuve is the anti-paul. she is the original narrator: you see the fremen and arrakis and the conflict from her perspective in the immediate moments of dune 1, before the POV switches to paul for most of the rest of screentime. once paul crosses the point of no return that POV is lost and we immediately go back to chani, horrified, betrayed, unaccepting. throughout the movie, from the very first minute, she challenges paul -- not just on the big things but the little things too, cementing them as equals in defiance of any potential of his superiority. she challenges the blind belief people might have in dogma, prophecy, and charisma (all of which can be manipulated); she distrusts absolute power in general; she demands equality and values honesty and authenticity and camaraderie and the collective capacity for change over reliance on a saviour. she sincerely loves paul too, and in her own humanity and authentic realness humanizes him. and when paul "triumphs", she embodies what the narrative wants the viewer to take away by turning her back on him and leaving. chani shows us directly that paul is in the wrong, and the machinations and manipulations and beliefs that led him there have the potential for great evil, and that he has become and allowed and embraced a horrible, horrible reality.

as arwen is the embodiment of a beautifully archetypal certitude, chani is the embodiment of a very realist doubt. the former contains much of what lotr is about, externalized for the viewer; and the latter contains much of what dune is about, externalized for the viewer. both stories explore excellent and compelling themes that frankly can and should co-exist. and in both cases, each woman is given an active and plot-influencing presence on screen that she did not originally have, and the expression of agency through choice: arwen to stay, and chani to leave. the perfect inverse. the truest ontological compliment.

ironically reflecting the stories' philosophical differences movie arwen & movie chani are both given onscreen agency that they did not have in the books by playing precisely inverse narrative roles that are yet equally integral to the externalization of plot and theme in their respective films in this essay i will

#tolkien and herbert rolling in their graves just abt now as i grab their stories like dolls and smush them directly together #my writing #lotr #dune #IS THIS SOMETHING??#i am so worried this will break containment and ill get disk horse #whatever

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honeyroha · 2 years ago

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So I wanted to get my Kingdom timeline theory and general theories/observations sorted out before Mujin's mv comes out.

This is also primarily Excalibur and Black Crown. Personally I think Ascension, Promise and Long Live The King are all fairly straight forward. As for Karma I do think it's also straight forward but, the music video itself is mostly dancing and Chiwoo being tied up. I think any theory crafting or anything for this one will have to come mostly from the lyrics and frankly I've never been good at that so I'll leave Karma up to other people

HOK 1

Excalibur Teaser 1 (Meteor Ver) :09 Electric sounds :19 Some type of magic when he hits Excalibur on the ground

Excalibur MV Teaser :03 Is that a geyser?

Excalibur :43 Something going on with Ivan's staff that includes electricity 1:11 They've got a general overarching motif with circles/the moon/the sun 1:33 I think this shows that Jahan found Arthur first. Arthur seems lost and like he doesn't know what's going on or that he's in danger before Jahan grabs him and runs away with him. 1:59 There's still some smoke edited in but not nearly as much as the 3rd teaser for some reason 2:10 Dann is very calm about Arthur's kingdom burning around them 2:34 Arthur looks back for Jahan's approval not Dann's. Arthur looks back at Dann but they don't share a nod like Arthur and Jahan do Dann just seems to be preparing himself. Also Dann's makeup here makes him look like he's crying 3:23 Arthur raises Excalibur up, lighting starts at the hilt, he hits Excalibur to the ground, lightning is through the blade of the sword, lightning starts sporadically all around them, he pushes the sword into the ground again and lightning flows through the sword again. Both of those times also lines up with the others moving in the choreo. Something magical then peters off into flames around the sword when he swings it. He stabs himself with electricity still hitting around them. 4:09 He got Excalibur at some point while in the desert wearing the white clothes

We know the dance holds a lot of meaning for all their songs and on the whole I'm not good at figuring out what they mean but I feel like I've got something here. 3:03 and on we've got Dann falling back onto a bunch of swords, Arthur stabbing himself with Excalibur and all the members falling to the ground. That got me thinking about the timeline for this music video specifically.

Arthur finding Excalibur is first, Something happens and all the other kings either die or almost die and Arthur sacrifices himself to save them, Arthur somehow is brought back and finds his kingdom very different from how he left it and that's where Jahan finds him, the shots of the other members were either of them dealing with things without Arthur or them all regrouping after they found out he's back, Dann shows him what his kingdom has become, possibly one of the members returns Excalibur to him, then they set off together

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Karma Teaser 3 :17 Is there actually something to Chiwoo tied up being overlayed on Louis?

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Black Crown MV Teaser :17 The lightning is back

Black Crown :29 Chaos Chiwoo is tied up and it seems like we're looking at him through some kind of reflection? that's getting broken up by drops of water :30 Chaos Mujin with the hands through the wall. I've seen other people speculating they're the 108 spirits. 1:16 Dann is arguing with everyone but is mostly talking to Arthur through all of this. Arthur doesn't look away while him and Chiwoo are fighting. Arthur and Chiwoo stop fighting, Jahan is holding Chiwoo back, Louis and Mujin are bickering and Dann is still arguing with everyone. Jahan is the one who picks it up and gives? it to Ivan 1:20 Chiwoo reaches for it and Arthur stops him, Dann and Jahan also react to pull him away 1:30 There are multiple people with Chaos Dann here all on their knees around him and at 1:38 He is on his knees with them standing around him 2:56 Is this another place that they implied Mujin has magic and if so he can do a lot of different things 3:27 Fate Dann and Chiwoo are the only other Fate versions we see lying on the ground besides Fate Ivan when he dies. Is this implying that Dann and Chiwoo also let go of their Fate halves? Or from 3:27-3:35 can it be implied that they either already have or partially have done away with their Fate selves and Fate Jahan is helping to bring them back? I know I'm not wording this thought quite right

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Long Live The King 1:48 This shot is in reverse 1:52 Is normal again

Timeline 1 Karma > Excalibur > Black Crown > LLTK. Ascension and Promise don't fit yet. The events of Promise happen before and during Ascension while Ascension is during and after Promise Whatever they were running from in Karma led to them putting Arthur into his sleep/dying then I think there's a gap here. Something happened after Arthur regained his throne that led them/Ivan to believing they/he needed the Black Crown.

Timeline 2 Just adds Ascension and Promise Karma > Excalibur > Promise > Ascension > Black Crown > LLTK. This fully depends on how much you believe the last point I made about Black Crown. If Chiwoo and Dann truly do either fully or partially let go of their fate selves I can only see that making sense after the events of their music videos where they have already lost everything.

#Kingdom #I went a little crazy the other night and finally got around to cleaning it up #Please let me know what you think about any of it

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pitch-pearl-void · 4 years ago

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Fun fact! in canon phantom and fentons forms are not entirely identical! the phantom half has a birthmark the shape of florida on his chest while the fenton half, as we learn in a earlier episode, does not! course this fact comes with the drawback of acknowledging phantom planets existence so I'll let you decide how to deal with this knowledge

Ohhh I hadn't thought of it like that, I always just thought it was stupid Jack and Maddie didn't recognize Danny's birthmark on the Ghost Boy, but hell yeah I'm down for it being Phantom's birthmark alone! I acknowledge Phantom Planet in the sense that it was all just a dream ;)

Other discrepancies between their appearances include Phantom has broader arms despite wearing a jumpsuit. Sometimes he also has smaller hips and a broader chest

Phantom is also taller, though that's more obvious when he's Super Danny and trying to look heroic. He's still taller than Fun when they are both human.

But I still think the biggest "evidence" Phantom is a ghost bonded to Danny is just how often they're out of sync throughout the series

I realize it's an animation thing where they're trying to cut costs, but does it also look a little like there are two minds at play here, one that's ready to throw down at a moment's notice and one that is going to need a second? Hell yeah! It's all in how you want to look at it.

In any road, I think the fact that a glob of ectoplasm is shown coating Danny's DNA and not actually altering it is as clear a sign as any that the Phantom half is a copy of Danny's DNA but not actually a part of it. The show says Danny can access this doubled DNA strand that's overlaying his, and I say Phantom's mind is so intertwined with Danny's that he thinks he is Danny until something happens to shake up their understanding. And then Phantom has to find out who he is if he's not Danny because I love that self- discovery stuff

It doesn't take much to form a ghost. A little ectoplasm and a structure to cling to like a departed soul or apparently a living body? And there you go! One ghost that looks like and thinks like Danny, but because I headcanon ghosts' age and appearance are based on their self- image, once Phantom is separate from Danny and no longer thinks of himself only as the ghostly half, his appearance will start to become his own. He might age faster or slower, grow taller, give himself broader cheekbones, ect. It's the soul that's important, not the body, so he could easily start out looking like Danny and then become his own self in body and spirit the longer they're apart, leaving what had once made them the same long behind him.

Then it's platonic or romantic love that keeps him connected to Danny through choice, same as any other relationship. That shared past tho, those two years where their souls were connected and they were working together to protect, defend, and survive? Two years where they were so close in body and spirit they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began?

That's the good stuff right there 👌👌👌

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #pitch pals #(since Phantom being separate doesn't mean his relationship with Danny has to become romantic)#(I just enjoy throwing a romantic problem into the mix to make things harder for them lol)

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leafyeyes417 · 9 months ago

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Grumbling under his breath John turned the corner around a building on the campus. He was sure he was close, he could feel Something nearby but he still couldn’t confirm what, but it didn’t feel like a demon. Lifting his head from where he lit his cigarette he froze.

Ahead of him was clearly a human, overlayed by what he could only call a humanoid filled with the void of space filled with the universe and multiple things he couldn’t even name since there wasn’t a language he could use to describe it. And above its head floated a crown made of ice and aurora borealis. Then the head turned and eyes locked onto him.

Frozen in place he could barely think as his thoughts turned sluggish as what felt like the weight a planet held him down as psychedelic eyes weighed him and his presence. The feeling lasted what felt like forever and none at all. He staggered when the feeling disappeared and dropped his cigarette as he gasped as he remembered to breathe, choking on smoke he hadn’t exhaled.

He regained his bearings and realized the being was right in front of him. He sweated as he internally swore at coming to the very important realization that he was in no way shape or form able to take on this entity and he was not happy that he came upon it unprepared.

He stiffened as the being opened its(his?) mouth and was not prepared for what they said. “Sorry about the spookiness man. I can’t stop it unfortunately no matter how much control of my power I seem to get. You okay now?”

His mind blanked for a moment before he shakingly pulled out his pack of cigs and lighter as he tried to shove his mind into gear. “Not gonna lie but that was more than a bit’a spookiness.” He wheezed out, dying a bit inside at being unable to project the calm confidence that would hide his true feelings after recent experience.

“I don’t want ta step on any toes but I was tracking some kinda spirit or possibly demon and was not expecting it to be uh… someone of your power. Can I ask why exactly you are here in Gotham and if I can help with anything to help ya return to your realms faster? The Big Bat is not gonna be happy a being of your power is running around in his city and I don’t want ta cause an incident I gotta fix later.” John asked cautiously while trying to keep his breathing even and was honestly tempted to pray to different gods that this would be a simple fix and he wouldn’t have to even speak to the Bat.

Scratching his cheek he replied, “Ah… I��m here for college actually. I was basically kicked out of the other colleges for being too spooky despite good grades and not causing any trouble besides the aura. Gotham seems better, so maybe I can actually finish my degree here!” Being smiled at John can feel his hope die as he knew Batman would not be happy and he was not looking forward to that conversation. Why couldn’t things be easy?

Okay, you know how bird don't ACTUALLY look the way we think they do?

They are far more colorful? But only to the eyes of other birds?

And it has to do with how light reflects off them and how their eyes are shaped etc etc.?

Well..... humans can see the most shades of green, right? But! We sure as shit can't see UltaViolet and InfraRed? Or shades BEYOND those. Ectoplasmic colors. Magical ones. Third eye, need to see with your SOUL type ones.

Danny? Could very well still have lil baby "kitten's eyes who haven't open yet" syndrome.

He thinks the Zone is Green and his hair is white.

But it's not.

His hair is Starlight colored. Frost. His suit is specifically "the void between stars" colored. Which looks... different? Then black? No, no, guys. How can you guys not see it? It looks REALLY different! How did he not NOTICE before?! They're not ever CLOSE to the same shade! It's like calling salmon and hot pink the same. You know... if you were to compare an actual fish and some irradiated, violently glowing version of "hot pink".

......guys?

His gloves are.... guys, these ares stars. Pressed so close together there's no gap. His body is the night sky, all rearranged. He's wearing SPACE, guys.

*continues to stare at his gloves for the next five hours*

Now... why is this relevant? Because! Danny slowly, as all humans do, adjusts! It's like finally having glasses after years of blurry vision. He... forgets, what it was like, not NOT See Zone Colors. Not completely, mind you, but enough he has to be reminded.

And the Zone? A Realm of the Dead. Specifically, the great catch-all and highway of the Dead. They get EVERYBODY. Misfits and vagabonds. Those who don't quite fit. Funky lil dudes. And of course, assholes, but everybody has those! See, Zone colors?

Are DIFFERENT.

They're all of um!

It's like looking at the technicolor, stobe light, multi galaxies in one, Sun. Tingly(tm)!!! You get used to it. What helps? Is that as garish as the Zone is? The painting and grand tapestry of it all? Keeps changing. Like weather. If it's too much for you, you can stay inside your Lair until the current Color changes. Until the designs shift. Vibe changes.

There are even glasses for that! "Temperate" areas for people to set up, that get headaches or are just... kinda killjoys. Too each their own. Though the stormy areas? Those guys are freaks. Watch out for those guys. They're the kind who stare directly are stars until their eyes burn out.

Where was I? Oh yeah! Danny!

No longer a wee baby, smol baby, twig-o!

Sad. We miss it.

But he did get used to Seeing The Colors. Got a handle on his powers. And! Finally worked with his parents on how to safely turn the portal OFF. There was much booing. Cries of "kill joy" and "booo! You suck!". But? Like? Dude DID have the right to protect his home. Go to college. What can you do?

Problem with THAT is? Baby grew into his "built like a brick shit house of constantly running off to literally tackle the Supernatural excellence" Fenton genetics. He Tall. Muscles! And he PUMPING out "somethings fucked up with me" Vibes!

Add in his DEEPLY Sus off hand comments. Weird ability to tell when someone has or is about to die. Basic immunity to the cold. Fuckin EYE GLOW?

Ha ha... *Horror movie screams from his college dorm mates*

Clearly a demon!

He gets kicked out. Well... not kicked out. He's a model student and broken no rules. They'd never survive the lawsuit. But... he's? STRONGLY INCOURAGED to finish his education elsewhere. Repeatedly. By like... 15 colleges.

Sam is not just livid, she's actively foaming at the mouth.

Breathe, Sam! Remember what your doctor said! Your mortal body can't handle that kinda Vengance spiral! Think of your blood pressure! Breathe!!! (Were not for the laws of this land... and the weak, fleshy constraints of her mortal form!)

Thankfully? Tucker's been interning, remotely of course, with Wayne Industries. He asked his manager where he could find some of those scholarship forms. (Since Gotham University is just a touch out of Danny's price range.) Manager wanted to know why. And oh! Oh holy shit. Apparently? Danny is the hot new office gossip.

People in the main office are OUTRAGED. Danny's "too spooky"?! Too FUCKIN SPOOKY!? Are you KIDDING THEM? Even juicier, a Meta kid from some wacky ghost hunters turned scientists. From a line of Supernatural hunters. Wants to be a aeronautics engineer.

Ooooooh how SPOOKY! Better watch out! He'll design an ENGINE at yooooou!

Fuckin casuals. Non-Gothamites are WEAK. "Too scary" their collective asses. Yeah, maybe the kid SHOULD come too Gotham. He can be the weird kid. Mildly unsettling or something. His powers won't be SHIT in Gotham. Just remind him to buy a gas mask.

So! Danny gets his Scholarship! Merrily packs his bags for darker, Gothic hellscape hills. Unaware... that Constantine has been following reports of a "demon" that he's? 80% sure is a Banshee but MIGHT be a winter spirt with a shtick? For the past 13 colleges. He's getting closer. And this sucker is a strong one.

Not "this is going to cause me serious, life imperilling danger" strong. But more? "Man, that cat is HUUUUUGE". Could he still get mauled a lil? Yeah. Scratched to all hell and back? Probably! But DIE? Unlikely.

He just needs to know why the FUCK this spirit his hanging around colleges.

Which is made harder... by the fact that what HE sees? And what OTHER people see? When they look at this guy? Separate things. Yeah, he'd LOVE to give you guys a description! IF HE HAD ONE.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes

#Danny’s eyes are the same color as the zone #meaning they change colors constantly #also Ghost King Danny #Because I feel like it would make Constantine despair even more #dpxdc

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house-of-no-regrets · 4 years ago

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No Regrets [in the wee hours]

Took a bit longer than expected, but I’ve finished the next little story! Hopefully I’ll be able to keep a decent pace on these. No overarching plot, just little stories in the same universe with the same characters. Warning for ~*murder*~ in this one!

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I've been all-too-easy to wake up since I was a child; I'd often needed to go from dead asleep to functional, if groggy, as soon as I heard my father demanding action or attention. While I no longer need that reaction time, the old man long since locked up to rot, my brain is set in its ways and very convinced that I need to be able to bolt out of bed and fight God if a dust bunny moves too quickly in my vicinity.

Which is how I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, the sudden shift in the atmosphere bringing on consciousness with all the subtlety of a foghorn.

My room was silent, still, but I knew without opening my eyes that there was a spirit somewhere, and I didn't even give them a chance to speak before I pointed at the sign posted on my wall, barely shifting from my comfortable snuggle in my blanket and not even opening my eyes. Yes, this happens more often than I care to admit. No, I do not enjoy it. At all.

"Resurrection hours are noon to eight. I'm still alive and still need sleep to function."

There was silence, but the presence didn't leave, so I groaned and raised my head, finally opening my eyes to see the translucent, vaguely glowing, and unfortunately blurry spirit at the foot of my bed.

It did finally speak in a bewildered voice.

"Um, I'm being murdered."

Ah, fuck.

I grabbed my glasses from the bedside table and put them on. The spirit at the foot of my bed was tallish -- I've always been bad at estimating height, maybe half a foot shorter than Yvette? Five-nine... ish? -- and seemed to be in his twenties. There was a considerable dark stain on his chest and belly; likely blood, and the cause of his death. The newly-dead tend to show things like that, as they haven't had the time to get used to modifying their form.

I really hate it when brand new ones find me. I'm not sure how it started, but it seems like more and more often, now, the dead are drawn to No Regrets before they even realize they're dead, at least if they're the type to need my help. Wish I wasn't the one who had to break it to him. I'm not great with people.

"Sorry, bro, but I'm afraid they succeeded. Where was it? I'll get the police over there."

"Uhh... my house. I think. It's a little..."

I sighed. Right.

"You're probably a little out of it still... fresh dead usually are. C'mon, I'll take you around until things look familiar."

Climbing out of bed, I headed over to grab my hoodie from the back of the chair. I learned the hard way that sleeping is not a tits out sort of occasion when you're liable to get the dead dropping in at all hours of the night, so I sleep in pajama pants and a tank top. Little too chilly for tank tops outside, though. I shoved my phone in my hoodie and my feet into loafers, then started heading out of my room and down the hall.

"You remember your name?" I asked, trying to make conversation and learn what I could.

"Uh, Davis. Craig? Craig Davis."

"Well, Craig Davis, I'm sorry to hear about your passing. You're gonna need to possess me for this little adventure, by the way, but I'll walk you through it once we're outside."

"I- what?"

Considering how often I find myself lost in normal conversations, dealing with confused new spirits is especially difficult. Still shaking off my body's angry demands for More Sleep was not helping matters in the slightest, either.

"Possession. I'll explain it in just a minute." I rubbed an eye and yawned as I stopped in the foyer to pull a set of keys off one of the hooks on the wall.

Usually, I've got a driver. Not for vanity reasons, but after three or four near-misses caused by Sudden Spirits appearing in the car with me, I elected to hire someone to drive me into and around town as needed. But it was Fuck-This-Shit O'Clock in the morning, and Graves deserved their rest. The dead don't need to sleep, but they can if they so choose -- and it does, after all, conserve energy. The same goes for Yvette and Ashby; it was too early in the morning for most people to be out and searching for a necromancer to kill, so I wasn't gonna disturb them. I could handle a simple spirit chauffeur and 911 call on my own.

The keys were to the motor scooter; it was the better choice in this situation, allowing for more mobility and no passenger seat for any extra ghosts to drop into. That did, though, mean that Craig would need to ride shotgun in my body.

When I got out to the green scooter in the driveway, I paused and looked over at Craig.

"Hey, I know you're probably still a little out of it, so Possession 101." Script time. At least having this stuff memorized made it easier to do while dozy. "Our bodies need to take up the same space, so c'mere." I beckoned Craig over.

"So like… step into you?" He asked. Good, seemed like his head was clearing up some.

"Yeah, that's part 1."

He nodded and complied, crossing the space between us and settling in the same location, the two of us clipped into each other like bugged NPCs. It always felt so weird, those moments before a spirit actually possesses you. A sort of wobbly, in-and-out feeling like physics is trying to crush you and the spirit together, or, failing that, just kick your ass to the ground so you're not both in the same place at the same time.

"A'ight, now turn around and face the direction I’m facing, and overlay your hands onto mine as best you can." It was just a moment for him to obey, and I continued. "I'm not resisting, so you're gonna start feeling like you're being pulled in and pushed out at the same time. Space is trying to equalize. Let yourself be pulled in. It's gonna feel a bit like-"

The whirlpool effect kicked in before I could finish, the sudden snap and release of tension as Craig's spirit sank into my body. I wobbled a bit and grabbed the handlebar in front of me, then shivered at the sudden chill and dizziness. I'm pretty good at taking on passengers like this, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.

"You in there, buddy?" I asked out loud. Especially with new spirits, trying to think at each other was more trouble than it was worth. My lips moved to answer, though it wasn't my voice coming out.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah I'm here."

I grabbed the helmet hanging on the other handlebar and snapped it on, kicking the stand up and plopping heavily onto the seat.

"Great. Let's go."

"Wait, why am I not in control?" came Craig's confused voice. He felt almost frustrated, an undercurrent of emotion that wasn't mine despite being in my mind and body.

"Because this is my body, and I let you in willingly. Easier to keep control when you're letting someone in. Plus," I gave a little snort. "You just died, dude. I've been letting spirits possess me since middle school."

I felt his frustration turn to grumpiness, and then the pressure in my head, like a storm rolling in, that I knew from experience was him trying to take control. I froze and let out an irritated huff.

"You stop that. I'm not dealing with you doing some dumb shit with my body. Either chill out or get out."

"Oh- uh. Just wanted to see if I could…"

"Uh-huh. Anyhow, now that you're together enough to try joyriding, do you remember much about where you were before you were killed?"

I started up the scooter as emotions rolled through my mind, detached and distant, almost like the muffled dissociation I was used to mid-shutdown. Possessing spirits' emotions always felt weird like that, both mine and not mine, held at arm's length. Craig's was especially turbulent for a new death, but given that he had been murdered… I didn't fault him for being a little confused and angry. Even if it did put me a little on edge.

"Uh- South Pine Street, Dogwood Acres housing development."

"Baller. That's not far from here. Once we get close to your body, you should be able to feel where it is, so I'll have a house number for the police. Don't want to have them scream in all blue lights and loud sirens and have your killer go to ground before they know which house, y'know?"

The muffled flare of anger that I felt was definitely not my own. I took a deep breath, hoped that the killer had panicked and tried to clean up instead of get rid of the body first, and puttered off towards Dogwood.

The housing development was quiet, lines upon lines of identical suburban boxes lit by flickering street lights that cast the sidewalks and yards in harsh white light. The occasional house had the glow of yellow within, but most of them were dormant. Weaving my way through the maze of streets, each one absolutely indistinguishable from the one before and the one to come, I felt terribly exposed -- and alone despite the spirit currently hitching along in my body.

I turned onto South Pine and brought my scooter to a puttering stop, stabilizing it with both feet on the ground. I couldn't help but bounce my legs to replace the vibration of driving; the sudden lack of sensation would ratchet my anxiety up even if I wasn't currently letting a frustrated dead man hang out in my head to catch his murderer.

...I should be more than a little anxious, really, but half-asleep Tabby once again wrote a check that more-awake Tabby is having to cash, and more-awake Tabby is very used to having to deal with the consequences of her idiot decisions. It occurred to me that normal peoples' consequences didn't usually involve murder, but when you live with the dead, you're bound to meet a few killers.

Two houses down, I could feel- not a tug so much as a presence, an echo of Craig's spirit reacting to his body. It was the only one on the street with its lights on and its garage, while not lit, was open. There was a car in the garage, another in the driveway, and a pickup at the curb in front.

"258?" I asked Craig, though I knew the answer already. His anger flared and I felt the oncoming storm again. I snapped at him. "That's two strikes, Craig. I'm sorry for your death, but if you end up driving my body into a crime scene or, god forbid, getting me killed next, I will kick your ass to whatever afterlife you're headed for and stay there to keep kicking it for eternity."

Big words for a short fat lady, but this is, in fact, my body on the line right now. I probably wouldn't be able to follow through on any ass-kicking, but dammit, I would try.

Craig was silent, and I could feel him steaming, petulant like a child denied a toy but with the power of a grown man behind it. With my stomach tying itself in knots and my hands starting to tremble, I dialed 911, hoping it would help quell the rising panic.

"258 South Pine Street. I think there's been a murder. I don't know the state of the crime scene or if the perp is still there, but you might be able to catch them if you hurry. The victim is Craig Davis, white adult male, either shot or stabbed in the chest, likely multiple times-"

"Wait, is this Tabby? The necro girl?"

Oh god I hope that isn't what the operators call me regularly-- I know I'm a bit of a 911 cryptid, since the usual intruder calls are to the non-emergency line, but if I get known as the necro girl I might have to move to a different state.

"Yeah, uh, necromancer, yeah-" I couldn't help but stumble over my words, now, with my train of thought derailed by the interruption. "-uh, murder?"

"Right! I'll send someone."

I murmured a thanks and hung up before she could ask me to stay on the line. I already had to stay around for the cops so Craig could give a statement, and making small talk with the 911 operator was not in the spoons tonight.

I don't like cops much, but in my line of work, they're kind of a necessity. I need to stay on the police force's good side because I need them to remove attempted murderers from my property on the regular. ...and also because graverobbing is still technically illegal, even if I do have the body owner's permission to dig them up.

At least most of the locals who know of me and my employees are chill about it. It took a bit of effort to get to that point, but now at least people don't run screaming from the less-presentable of my employees…

The blue lights of the police showed up fairly quickly, followed almost immediately by the red flashing of EMS. I puttered up slowly and parked my scooter just out of range as the officers set to work surrounding the house, then hung my helmet on a handlebar and walked up the rest of the way to watch the impending train wreck. I could feel Craig's anger boiling higher and tried my best to ignore it; Craig himself seemed to have fallen silent and sullen after I called him out.

"Tabby!"

I was standing just off to the side of the ambulance when someone stepped up behind me and called my name, making me jump and cringe.

"Oh- oh dear, I'm sorry, Tabs. I thought I heard you were the one who called this in!"

I straightened up immediately, face burning. I recognized that voice, bright and smooth and kind and--

"J-Jenna!" My voice was barely a squeak as I turned to face her, looking up at the round, dark face of one of the EMTs. She was a good six feet tall, maybe more, towering above me even in her uniform flats, with a brilliant smile and full lips and gorgeous natural hair pulled through the back of her uniform cap, the streetlight illuminating her from behind like a halogen angel.

Jenna had shown up to one of my early calls for assistance at No Regrets, and then she kept turning up, not every time I was in a situation where I'd be around EMTs, but often.

Concern showed on her face as she leaned to look me over.

"Are you okay? Did you see it happen, or-"

I shook my head, buying time to sort out words by tapping my temple with a finger.

"N-no, I uh- the victim woke me up, he's in here, uh, in case the cops need somethin' from him."

"Oh… are you getting enough sleep, dear? You sound exhausted. Do you want to sit in the back of the truck?"

It took me a second or two to recover from the way she called me dear, my face burning bright red. I couldn't make eye contact even for the second or two I can usually manage so that people don't immediately think I'm being dishonest.

"I- uh- um- w-well, it's, uh, it is like 4am--" I stammered, trying desperately to find words. "I-I guess 'm sleepin' okay, uh, how're… you doing??"

I have never been a great orator and the list of why that is gets a bit longer with every um and stutter.

Jenna's face bloomed into a gorgeous, open grin.

"I'm on 12-hour overnights right now, so I'm basically at least 60 percent Red Bull at any given time. Everyone okay up there at the House? Last I heard y'all were digging up half the lawn.”

I nodded, unable to keep from grinning. At least this was a subject I could talk to her about without making an absolute ass of myself--

"Yeah! The new girl, Chris, she's gotten Daryl and Roy to help her get the vegetable garden going! It's plenty big enough to take care of all of us, and I worked out a deal with the soup kitchen so that they get any of our excess, once things are running smoothly, and I can use their account to buy from that bulk food program that's usually only open to chari- oop-!" I bit my tongue and cringed. Right. I'm pretty sure that's technically fraud and I just admitted to it in front of-

There was a commotion from the house that snapped me back to attention, and the cops were leading a man out in handcuffs. He looked pale and shaken, spattered in blood, and not quite… present, like he had just checked out of reality for his own good. That… was a familiar look. I furrowed my brow. He certainly didn't look like a maniacal killer-

"He caught me with his wife," I said. Well. Craig said. I jumped. Jenna jumped. I flushed and covered my mouth reflexively.

"N-no that was him! The victim!" I squeaked. Jenna laughed, a hearty belly laugh, and covered her own mouth, though she was doing a terrible job of hiding her grin.

"I figured! If he caught you with his wife, it would be an upgrade!"

At this point, you could probably fry an egg on my face. Hell, my glasses were starting to fog up-- I stammered for a few moments, trying desperately to find something to say, and it was Craig who saved me, if you could call it that. I was too caught up in my embarrassment and awkwardness to realize how much anger and frustration he was radiating.

"Motherfucker told me he'd have my job! Son of a bitch thinks he can get away with doing this to me, he's gonna fucking pay--"

The oncoming storm crashed over me before I could get a grip on it, and all of a sudden I was lumbering forward, snarling words that weren't my own, and dragging a gardening pickaxe out of my truck -- Craig's truck -- on my way to the man and the cops--

I let out a shriek, in my own voice, feeling the sound cutting my throat raw. I wrested control of my body back with a lurch, falling on my ass in the yard with the force of it while the silvery-blue form of Craig was ejected from my body, screaming obscenities.

I threw my hand forward, fighting for whatever thoughts and words I could find to fix this. I saw Craig right himself and move back towards me, and the first incantation -- if you could call it that -- that my brain grasped left my lips in a single desperate breath, with a dizzying rush of power--

"INTHENAMEOFTHEMOONIBANISHYOU--!!"

The force of the hurried exorcism rushed outward like a sonic boom, strong enough for even the mundanes around me to feel, and Craig's spirit let out a yowl of rage for a brief second before twisting around itself and collapsing in with a sickening crunch, crushing smaller and smaller until it was gone.

I winced -- not my best exorcism. At all.

As the flare of adrenaline dropped almost immediately and I came back to myself properly, I realized -- blurrily, as my glasses had gotten thrown off somewhere -- at least two officers had their weapons half-drawn at me, though they were looking over at where Craig's spirit had disappeared.

I collapsed the rest of the way onto the grass, shaking, and covered my face with my hands, trying with everything within me not to start crying. I should have realized he'd try something like that, why hadn't I been paying attention- I could have been attacked, I could have been arrested, I could have had to watch myself beat a man to death and I- fuck--

The sob that came out was squeaky and pained, and I pressed my hands harder against my face, like that would stop anything else from going wrong. I should have brought someone-- I shouldn't have let him possess me-- I should have been paying more attention--

Warm tears ran from the corners of my eyes, down my cheeks, to pool in my ears, making my already-trembling body shiver harder with the unpleasant sensation. I'd let myself get complacent, hadn't lost control of a possession like that in years, and- I'd almost- fuck--

"Honey, honey, sit up for me. Tabby? C'mon, let's get you up--"

Numbly, I let Jenna help me into a sitting position, where she wrapped a blanket around me and pressed an open bottle of water into my hands.

"Take slow sips. Are you okay? Just shaken?"

I nodded, some part of me grateful that I couldn't quite see her face properly without my glasses, because I didn't want to see what she thought about me after that. She sighed, though, and sounded relieved when she murmured "Good."

My whole body felt like jelly, trembling so hard I could feel the water in the bottle sloshing around, and I kept flashing from too hot to too cold to too hot again, and I couldn't even sort out my thoughts--

Jenna sat down beside me and rubbed my back. If I wasn't having a complete breakdown, I might have enjoyed it.

I don't know how long it took for me to calm down and clear my head, but the car with the other man had left, and the other EMTs had loaded Craig's body into the ambulance while Jenna sat next to me and made sure I was doing okay.

After a while, though, I blinked and shifted my torso, then opened the blanket more and cursed at the bloom of red on my hoodie.

I heard Jenna curse as well as she stood up, but I grabbed her pants leg.

"N-no, 'm okay," I mumbled, and instead of trying to speak more, I reached to pull my hoodie and tank up my stomach to show bruised, but completely unbroken skin, covered in blood, rivulets following my stretch marks and making it look even worse despite my being otherwise completely uninjured. "See, 'm okay." This was not the first time I've had a possession lead to the dead's cause of death showing on my own body. It wasn't even the bloodiest.

Jenna sat back down, and I could see her leaning in a bit.

"Well damn. Magic ghost stuff, huh?"

I nodded.

"Magic ghost stuff."

I could see the flash of white against dark skin as she grinned.

"So that exorcism… Artemis or Usagi?"

It took me a moment to parse her.question, but all of a sudden I was completely back to myself, just in time to absolutely die of embarrassment.

"L-listen, I- y-you can exorcise i-in anyone's name, i-it's the power and conviction that counts--!!"

"Usagi, then." I could hear the laughter in her voice, laughter that bubbled out moments later. I wanted to crawl in a hole in embarrassment, but- it didn't feel like condescending laughter. I knew what that felt like. She seemed just genuinely amused. "I grew up with Sailor Moon, too."

I couldn't stop the squeak that eaked out, and I covered my face again.

"G-god I hope word about this doesn't get out, people already think I-I'm weird enough, and to- to fall back on anime for magic i-in a pinch is just--"

"Cute," Jenna finished.

I squeaked.

Jenna moved away for a moment, and then she settled my glasses on my nose. I couldn't make eye contact, but I did glance over at her and sheepishly murmur my thanks.

"The officers still want a statement from you, since you made the call and tried to go after the perp, but I don't think they're looking at any charges, given…" Jenna trailed off and looked over at where Craig had disappeared. "...yeah."

I nodded, slowly, and then found myself yawning, the adrenaline drop setting in especially hard.

"...d'you think it can wait 'til tomorrow… 've kinda had a rough night."

"I think they'll be okay with that."

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kthstrawberryshortcake · 3 years ago

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BTS Reactions: Their S/O is an Actual Witch

a/n: I pulled from a bunch of different witchcraft traditions for this one, just to give it a little variety. Once again my own life inspired a reaction post concept :')

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, send some in please! I'd love to hear your ideas!

Please note that the spelling of magic with an added k at the end is intentional.

You already know this was minimally edited. Proceed with caution. <3

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Jin | tarot:

The first few times Jin noticed a deck of cards laying around your apartment, shortly after your relationship had begun, he didn’t think much about it. He really had no reason to, honestly. It wasn’t until he overheard you quietly talking to yourself while setting out cards on the table in front of you one evening that he even paid much attention. “Spirit, is there any more information you can give me about this topic?” you muttered to yourself before shuffling your deck, taking the cards that flew out and laying them face up in front of you.

Considering this odd behavior, Jin observed as you peered intently at the cards, the wheels turning in your head practically visible. After a minute you felt his eyes on you, instinctively turning to look at him, taking note of his bewildered and vaguely concerned expression. That was when he finally got brave enough to ask what on earth you were doing. You smiled at him, patiently explaining that you read the cards in order to get guidance or insight on basically anything in life, and that they often answered questions that would otherwise go unexplained or without clarification.

He nodded slowly, sort of understanding what you were saying to him, though still kind of giving you a weird look. You could tell that just then, Jin thought the whole concept was weird, but at least he wasn’t opposed to it as far as you could tell. Not everyone was even willing to entertain such ideas.

After a few months, however, he regarded it very differently, having observed your use of tarot over that period of time. You felt a surge of warmth and satisfaction the first time Jin entered your apartment, immediately stating “Get your cards, I need advice.” Thus he grew to appreciate your craft.

Yoongi | wicca / paganism / related holidays:

You never actually had a moment where you told Yoongi about your practice of witchcraft, and you definitely didn't get into the religious aspects. During the early stages of your relationship, you just kind of did what you needed to do without regard for explaining your actions. He definitely noticed the small things you did, simple things like burning sage. He didn’t act in response to this little action, just became more observant and curious about your practices and beliefs. Over time he just absorbed the things you did, then did his own research to learn the purposes of your actions. Unbeknownst to you, he had learned, entirely on his own, a great deal about your witchcraft. You had no idea.

One day Yoongi noticed that you had marked Samhain on your calendar in big red letters, and he decided to ask you about it. You were shocked when he inquired about your plans for the holiday, having been fully unaware of his knowledge of its existence. You explained to him what you were planning to do, and he surprised you again by understanding what you meant without further explanation.

A month passed and October 31 was only a week away. You were having dinner with Yoongi and the rest of the members, who were also your close friends. Conversation shifted to Halloween parties and who was doing what. Several of the boys had decided to attend a particular party, buzzing with excitement as they discussed costume ideas. They then proceeded to invite you and Yoongi to join them.

“Sorry, we can’t go. We have plans.” Yoongi replied, earning a scoff from Jimin. “Plans for a nap, hyung? Come on, for just one night quit being such a grandpa.” He complained. You didn’t know how to explain that you weren’t just being antisocial this time. Thankfully Yoongi beat you to replying, “Y/N and I will be observing Samhain. We can’t join you.” He stated matter-of-factly, warming your heart with his support of your beliefs, but thoroughly confusing the other members.

“You’re doing what…?” Hobi inquired, baffled. Yoongi patiently explained. “Samhain, it’s the same day as Halloween. It’s a pagan holiday marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the cold part of the year. There are various rituals and activities to be done to observe the day. Y/N and I will not be able to come to the party because we will be busy with Samhain tasks. As a witch it is a very important occasion, the witch’s new year.” You were impressed at how well he was able to explain the situation to the others.

With that, the other members backed off about the party, but they were suddenly filled with curiosity about you being a witch and all the things that entailed. The bad news was that you were bombarded with questions. The good news was not only were your friends curious and supportive, but Yoongi was supporting you wholeheartedly without you even realizing. You felt very lucky to have him.

Hoseok | astrology:

Not long after meeting him initially, you began to get the feeling that Hoseok was a skeptic when it came to more esoteric subjects. As such, you didn’t even mention astrology to him until you’d been together for a couple of months already. You were sitting at a cafe, sipping your warm drinks and casually catching up after a busy few days at work.

You thought it best to use something he was familiar with as a segue into the topic, so you brought up the concept of the Chinese zodiac and the meaning of each animal’s years, as well as how that is often seen as an indicator of compatibility for relationships or even just friendships. Hobi fully understood your point, though he wasn’t sure where you were going with the conversation overall.

You then spoke about Western Astrology and a general overview of how it is used to determine compatibility as well. You thought it best to keep it simple so he didn’t get confused. You explained that to be able to get the information you were wondering about, you needed the time he was born. Hoseok shrugged, because like most people, he didn’t know his birth time off the top of his head. You suggested lightly that perhaps he could ask his mom, remaining nonchalant in your tone, but employing the puppy dog eyes you knew he could never resist.

Only minutes later, he was calling his mother to ask for the information. You were pleased that you’d managed to get a hold of his birth chart, as that was the basis of everything you wanted to know, and you made a mental note to do some deeper analysis when you got home. Your greatest curiosity was the synastry chart for your relationship, a type of compatibility chart that overlays one person’s chart on top of the other. You didn’t expect to actually get Hobi interested in astrology. His indifferent tolerance of the subject combined with his willingness to seek information you requested were more than enough for you.

Namjoon | kitchen magick:

Namjoon, your beloved genius sweetheart of a boyfriend, was also a walking accident waiting to happen. His clumsiness was quite honestly an issue. You worried about how hard he was on himself, too, though. He was a dedicated leader and ridiculously busy at all times thanks to his love for his work. As a kitchen witch, you did what you could to use your talents to help him.

On a day when he seemed particularly scatterbrained, you made him peanut butter banana toast for breakfast, with peanut butter AND bananas for luck and bread for protection and prosperity. When Namjoon was stressed about writer’s block, you made him your special hot chocolate recipe, with vanilla extract to promote calm thoughts and a sprinkle of gingerbread crumbs for creativity. When he was burnt out from hectic schedules, you made him lemon tea with sugar, lemons being for rejuvenation and healing, while sugar was for happiness and sweetness in life.

One evening Joon remarked how your cooking always made him feel better, and you explained that it was because you used kitchen magick. He’d had no idea until that point, and while he was shocked he was also extremely intrigued, wanting to learn more about your craft. From then on, Namjoon was always sure to ask what the food was for before happily consuming it, in awe of its efficacy as well as your thoughtfulness in making it for him.

Jimin | candle magick:

You really didn’t know how or when you should explain to Jimin about your inclination toward candle magick, or that you were a witch in general. You didn’t just stick to your own personal practice, either. You had a little business selling spell and intention candles online as well. You decided, however, that until you could figure out how to explain it all, you’d just go about your regular routine and activities without saying anything about them to Jimin.

What you hadn’t counted on was Jimin’s inherently sweet, helpful, and supportive nature. The first time he’d appeared when you were working on your candles, you really had no idea what to say to him, so you just sort of smiled and kept doing your thing. Your heart warmed when, after a few minutes of observing you, Jimin jumped in and started helping with your task.

The two of you were sorting components to put into the batch of protection candles. Most of the ingredients went directly into the wax, but there were a few you liked to put on top, which was what you and Jimin were organizing. Each candle was topped with black salt and sea salt, plus a piece of Snowflake Obsidian and a tiny pentacle charm, finished off with a cinnamon stick and a bayleaf half submerged in wax, half sticking out.

Jimin was helpfully making a pile of the topping components for each candle so that they would be ready when you got to the stage of assembling the candles. It wasn’t until the little piles were finished, the tins for the candles to be poured in were neatly arranged in front of you, and you had begun putting the actual ingredients into the candle wax that Jimin even questioned why you were doing this. Promising to explain once finished, you poured each of the candles into the tins and added the topping items.

Leaving the candles to cool and harden, you explained it all to Jimin - about your being a witch, about your candle shop, and about the purpose of the batch he’d just helped you create. You braced yourself for a bad reaction, conditioned to expect that after years of being bombarded with others’ distaste for your craft. Shockingly, though, Jimin just smiled and asked if he could help you make your candles more often, admitting that he’d had a lot of fun today, and that he thought it would be a great way to spend more time with you.

Taehyung | crystals:

At first it was nothing but noticing all the crystal jewelry you often wore. When you and Tae were just getting to know each other, he’d always compliment you on your style or on specific pieces, like a quartz point necklace or obsidian beaded bracelet. You knew your choice in accessories could be seen as a tad unusual, so you were happy that he seemed to appreciate it.

But his casual interest in your jewelry was nothing compared to the first time he came to your apartment. He was in awe of the numerous crystals of every shape and size that were scattered around your space, the epitome of an “ooh shiny!” reaction. It amused you greatly, especially when he asked you about your “rock collection” and where they all came from. They truly were impossible to miss, with many of them in every room of your place.

You half expected him to shy away when you started explaining the reason for your crystal collection and the purposes of each piece, but surprisingly he remained just as interested, listening closely in fascination. He asked specifically about the big pieces first, which made sense considering they were the most noticeable. You had quite a few amethyst pieces, as well as some large clear quartz and an abundance of huge chunks of rose quartz (your favorite, so you kept a lot of it around).

Taehyung was so intrigued that you spent over an hour answering his many questions, explaining the origins and properties of your various stones. He was especially interested when you explained that this was why you wore the jewelry that you did. By the time the conversation ended for the night (you were touched but a little exhausted by his enthusiasm after a while) Tae expressed wanting to get some small crystal bracelets to go with the bracelets ones he wore regularly, especially obsidian or black tourmaline because they were both for protection AND matched the aesthetic of his usual stash. You filed that information away, making a note to surprise him with a few later. By the time you’d been together almost a year, he was deeply into the crystal interest just like you were, having learned all their properties and even begun gifting some to friends for various occasions.

Jungkook | general witchy activities:

It took weeks and weeks of noticing unusual details about your life for Jungkook to even question why you did what you did. At first it was small things, like picking up on smells of incense and sage on you and in your apartment (after all, Jungkook has a very sensitive nose). Then he picked up on of how you would occasionally mutter things to yourself under your breath with intense focus. These things alone were perhaps a tiny bit odd, but all in all not terribly strange.

It was when you started spending a lot more time together that your behaviors began to seem weird to him. Like the little table in the corner of your living room that was covered with a bunch of random objects . On one occasion he picked up a cookie from it and started to take a bite, only for you to snatch it out of his hand frantically, scolding him for taking it.

Another day, he took a drink of water from a glass mason jar that was sitting out, Once again, you took it from him as quickly as possible, saying “you can’t just drink that without knowing what you’re doing!” Other than being a waste of moon water, thankfully this incident was harmless, but it might not always be if care were not taken.

Jungkook was thoroughly confused, and honestly, a little bit freaked out. He actually went to Namjoon looking for advice, literally asking him “why is my girlfriend so weird?”, leaving Namjoon doing his best to hold back laughter. “Jungkookie, she’s a witch. The cookie you took was an offering on her altar, and you were drinking moon water from that jar. I suggest you ask more questions and be more aware, then everything won’t seem so strange.” Thankfully, Jungkook followed his hyung’s advice, and there were far fewer magical mishaps after that.

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