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ourtearsofrain · 10 months ago

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Chapter 4- Even Heaven's Hearken

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre: angst

Word Count: little over 2.2 k

Warnings: sword fight with Sammy (no one gets severely hurt)

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The outcome of your fight with Samuel left Joshua and Jacob in a state of absolute shock, their mouths opening and closing as they tried and failed to find any response. Samuel gets up, scowling at you as he walks towards your group. As he brushes himself off, his face turns beet red from the embarrassment of being bested by you.

Joshua raises his sword, pointing the tip of his blade straight at your throat as he takes a step forward.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Thankfully, Jacob and Danny are quick to jump in, defending you as they place themselves between you and Joshua, raising their hands in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

“Joshua, they won. They’ve proved they will be useful on our crew.” Jacob starts.

“Let me ask you, brother, how much do you really know about them, hm? What a coincidence that you meet just before Lady Helena attacks the town we had planned on visiting to restock our provisions. How do you know they aren’t one of hers, sent to infiltrate us?”

He looks in between the men at you, his stare burning straight into yours as he waits.

“So, I’ll ask you again, who the fuck are you? How do you know how to fight like that?”

“I was a server in The Black Smoke, nothing more, I swear. I only know how to fight because my father taught me when I was young, in case I ever needed to protect myself.”

Joshua says nothing, only slightly raising one eyebrow as if expecting you to say something more to sway his mind.

“I swear to it that I am not with Lady Helena. I have more reasons to hate her than just her destroying my town.”

Your voice breaks as you continue, wanting to put enough of your true emotion into your explanation to sway him into trusting you, but not so much that he saw you as weak.

“She killed my father in front of me. I was 17. She took him from me, and I was left with nothing, forcing me to take that serving job to get by.”

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Samuel butts in for the first time, mostly forgetting his previous embarrassment as he becomes enthralled by your words.

“I swear on my father’s grave.”

Joshua gives you one last hard look before sighing, sheathing his sword as he offers his hand out to you.

“Welcome to our crew, Polaris. Don’t think I automatically trust you, though. You will always stay within one of our lines of sight, do you understand?”

You nod as you take his hand, matching his firm grip. “I understand.”

“Good.” He turns towards the rest of the group before beginning to walk towards the door as he speaks. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am in dire need of some food and a very large amount of liquor.”

He opens the door, gesturing for the group to file out of the building and towards the town where both food and alcohol would surely be found in plenty.

You allow the other three men to go ahead of you, following them as they make their way down the unused path single file. As you pass Joshua in the doorway, he reaches out, grabbing your bicep and stopping you in your tracks to turn and face him.

His expression is still serious and stern, but you swear you can see the smallest bit of a soft kindness lurking behind his eyes.

“Helena killed our father too. Jacob and I were 16, and Samuel- he was barely 13. Our mother went mad with grief, leaving Jacob and I to raise him and Daniel while maintaining the empire my father, and his father before him, had built. We understand the hatred you must feel for her, if you are telling the truth that is. We can work together to bring her down, this I believe.” He takes a step towards you, fierce anger replacing any kindness you had seen as he sneers. “However, if you are lying about any part of what you just told us, I will not hesitate to kill you. And unlike Samuel, I will not offer a quick and painless death.”

“Understood.” Is all you say before he lets go of you, following his brothers as you stand in silence alone.

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself before jogging to catch up with the rest of the group. You follow silently as they lead you into the town, each man receiving some form of greeting from the other pirates populating the streets as you walk.

Eventually, you follow them into a large pub, much like The Black Smoke had been. As soon as the bartender spots your group, a wide grin graces her features.

“Well look what the tide brought in! Long time no see, boys. I was beginning to think you finally died.” she laughs.

Joshua matches her smile as the men at the bar across from her exit their seats, knowing they would have been asked to give them up for the great Kiszkas.

“Not yet, although I bet you would be relieved at that, wouldn’t you, Rosanna.”

“Ah, give me more credit. I would shed at least one tear at the news.”

She finally notices you as you take the last seat next to Danny, and she offers you a small smile as you quietly take your seat.

“You bring me some fresh meat, boys? Didn’t know you were actively recruiting.”

Sam speaks up, still bitter over the outcome of your fight. “Yeah, neither did we. Maybe you could take them off our hands, they served at a bar apparently.”

“Well, I am always looking for new staff but wouldn’t want to poach you from their crew, kid.” Her genuine smile eases some of your anxieties as it was one of the few you had received since meeting Jacob and his brothers.

You return her smile. “Thanks, but I’ve spent enough time serving in bars to last a lifetime.”

Her laugh is bright and warm. “I hear you, kid!”

She turns her attention back to the boys. “The usual, I assume?”

Met with four various comments of confirmation, she begins readying their drinks easily, having memorized each man’s order.

“And for you?”

“Oh, uh water is fine.”

“You don’t drink? Would’ve thought, working in a bar and all.”

“No, it’s not that. Believe me, an empty stomach and alcohol do not mix well for me.” You laugh out as you remember the last time you had drank after not eating all day, all but the part of the night where you violently threw up in an alleyway gone from your memory.

“Oh you poor thing, I bet they haven’t fed you, have they?” She scowls at them. “Your hospitality really has gone to shit, even for pirates.”

“In their defense,” You chime in, hoping to score some good points with Joshua and Samuel, “They were going to restock in my town but… then Lady Helena attacked.”

Rosanna’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Well then, I’d say you’re lucky to be alive.”

She grabs a small platter, reaching under the bar table and placing a small piece of bread and cheese on it before setting it on the table in front of you.

“It’s not much but, hope that helps, kid.”

You begin to shake your head. “No, no, I don’t have any money to pay you with. I’m alright, really.”

“It’s on the house. Please, eat.”

You stare at her for a second, her expression unwavering kindness as she waits for you to take it. You finally give in, your stomach screaming at the thought of eating. As you set in on the food she offered, she begins placing glasses on a larger platter before rounding the corner of the bar.

“Alright well, like I said, I’m understaffed so I have to go make a few rounds. Take anything you want from the bar, it was nice catching up with you all. We’ll have to talk later, Samuel, it’s been far too long.” She ends with a wink in Samuel’s direction before beginning to weave through the crowd, placing drinks on tables as she went.

“Samuel, how much longer are you going to keep her waiting?” Jacob laughs.

You see Danny stiffen next to you, his jaw clenching as he looks down at his drink.

“What? I told you guys, Rosie and I are just friends.”

“Yeah, does “Rosie” know that?” Joshua asks playfully.

Samuel rolls his eyes as he takes a drink. “Be quiet.”

Having finished the food Rosanna had given you, you once again sit quietly as you listen to their conversation.

“Oh, come on, Samuel. We’re just trying to help you. You haven’t been with someone in far too long, puts our pirate name to shame.” Joshua quips back.

Danny drains his drink beside you, looking over to see you had also finished.

“Wanna get out of here? I know you’ve had a long day and I’m not in the mood for any more drinks right now.”

You nod, “Only if you’d like to leave.”

He turns towards the others. “I’m going to show Polaris their way to the house. We’ll see you there when you’ve had enough to drink.”

Samuels eyes narrow at you as Danny stands. “Make sure to keep an eye on them.”

Danny brushes him off as you stand. “I know, I know.”

Without another word, he begins walking towards the door as you trail behind him. He starts down the main road, quickly taking a right onto a small, dark path towards a medium-sized building that sat separate from the others.

“So,” you start, “You and Samuel?”

This grabs his attention, his head whipping to look at you as his step falters.

“What about us?”

You shrug, “Nothing. I just saw you tense up when they were talking about him and Rosanna and was wondering how long you two have been together. And why Joshua and Jacob don’t know.”

“It’s not like that.”

When he doesn’t say any more, you pry further, wanting to get the details. “It is for you, is it not?”

He lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he walks. “Sammy, Samuel and I have known each other for most of our lives, and sure, we have messed around a few times but it’s always nothing to him. Spending months at sea, he can get… lonely sometimes. I mean it’s not like we’re courting each other or anything.”

“You could though.”

“No, I couldn’t.” Is all he quietly says before changing the conversation topic.

“So, how much do you know about Lady Helena?”

“Not much.” It’s a lie. You know it but luckily, Danny doesn’t see through you.

“Her father used to be an ally of the Kiszkas. He would join our crew every once and a while, always leaving sooner or later to go back to his family. When she was old enough, she would join him sometimes. One day, she came onto our ship, using the trust we had for her and her teary story of her father’s death as an excuse. She told a tall tale of a new bloodthirsty pirate lord attacking them, and what really sold it was the gash running from above her left eyebrow down her nose and across her right cheek. Said he did that to her before she barely escaped with her life. Captain Kellen took her to his study to plan revenge, to set a course to track down the pirate that did it.”

You both reach the door of the building, and his story pauses as he opens the door. He turns toward you with tears brimming in his eyes.

“Kellen… he didn’t come back out. But she did, soaked in blood with this insane look in her eye. She declared herself the Captain of our ship. We tried to fight her but, Samuel and I were so young and… and Joshua and Jacob were distracted by their grief. Jacob almost got her, but she had a pistol hidden in the folds of her skirts, that’s when she shot him. We’ve been trying to get our revenge since then but her power, her influence over the seas has only grown.”

You follow Daniel as he begins lighting dusty lanterns around the room.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Danny.”

He tries for a smile. “It’s not your fault. We will get our revenge one day. And thankfully for us, her father never brought her here, so she doesn’t know the exact location of our home. I will say, she has been trying very hard for the past few years and has come close a few times but, never close enough.”

You say nothing as he leads you into a room holding six beds, all of them perfectly made and visibly unused for quite some time.

"Anyway, this is where we sleep when we make port here. We all grew up here so the beds are sort of assigned, but you can use that one.” he says, pointing to one of the six beds tucked into a corner.

“Thank you. Your kindness has been much appreciated.”

“Of course, Polaris. You’re one of us now.”

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A/N: the title, of course, is taken from the lyrics to The Indigo Streak

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fic #jake gvf #josh gvf #daniel gvf #sam gvf #jake kiszka x reader #pirates #pirate jake kiszka

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lionews · 10 months ago

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Hi. I never really post here. I mainly just lurk to keep myself informed on what is going on in the community.

I think about a few days ago or so, I saw that someone made a post asking about a user I had commissioned for custom decor a while ago. I don't want to scroll down and find the post, so you might have to just take my word for it. I wanted to wait a bit longer to post this, but I feel I have waited long enough as is. You are free to ignore this post but if you do read, I respectfully ask of you to not harass/witchhunt the user mentioned or myself. I do not have a desire to "cancel" anyone. I am sure this individual is a decent person. There is absolutely no resentment I hold towards this individual either, just disappointment towards my own mistake. I am only posting this to inform others of my experience and hope it doesn't happen or has happened to anyone else. If you have trouble reading long paragraphs like I do, scroll down to where it says "Long Story Short" in bold.

Almost a year ago I had commissioned #105942, a decently known custom decor artist for two pieces of custom decor. One was going to be a mane+fluff, the other other was wing+tail attachments. One other was going to be commissioned as a Christmas gift for a friend but I had not sent a deposit since there was no response on if it would be accepted in game since the custom decor had pot leaves. I had to save up GB from sales so I could send the deposit and get the CD rocks. I had told her I would buy GB and send the deposit in a week, but due to my financial struggles, I chose not to buy the currency and I failed to communicate on that. I hold full accountability on my lack of communication. I did eventually send the deposit of 80GB (I swore it was 70GB but she said in messages it was 80GB) on 01/20/2023 and I recall purchasing both rocks on that same day, which is an additional 20GB (but that's on me). I had 50GB set aside in my bundles so I could pay her later once I was able to approve the first WIP of the pieces. That never came.

I can say in full confidence I failed on my part to communicate more with her. It takes two to have a conversation. I didn't want to bother her as I felt I would rush her in the art process and simply waited for her to reach out to me. We didn't speak again until I made myself message her on 07/17/2023 and she replied stating she was busy with her baby, which I completely understood. She said she would have an entire weekend to work on my commissions and would have an update by Saturday, which would've been on 07/22/2023. There was no update.

I didn't reach out again until 11/30/2023 when I decided to message her. I kept her situation, with her now having an entire life to care for now, in mind when asking for a refund. I said I couldn't quite remember if the amount was 70GB or not since I could not find the receipt in the "Sent Messages" folder on Lioden, which I assume was because she deleted the gift notification from her folder. She said that life was hectic with her baby at the time, which I understood, and stated it was 80GB she owed and would get it to me after she had sold a lion of hers. I agreed.

Messaged her again on the 12th of December to see how the sale was going. She said she was still waiting for it to sell.

Skip ahead to the 22nd of December, I reached out again and asked if her lion had sold. She said no, but she would be buying GB after Christmas and would issue the refund to me after the holidays and I told her it was no problem, since it was nearing closer to the holidays n' all. I understood she would be busy around then.

I reached out again on 01/03/2024 just wanting to peek in. No response.

Reached out again on 01/11/2024 asking if she was okay, since there had been no response, but I could see that she had posted an ad on Discord in a Lioden server she and I are both in and on a thread on Lioden. Of course, I was a tad peeved. I reached out to the Lioden mods, not expecting anything to be done since all conversations she and I had were over Discord and, as expected, nothing was done. I sat on it for bit, wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt. I haven't sent another message, but I know if I do I would be met with nothing anyway. I already know I will not be receiving a refund, but I don't care. I'm not sure if anyone else has had an experience like this with this user. I feel I may be the odd one out, since I haven't heard of any complains in regards to them.

Long Story Short

I commissioned #105942 for two pieces of custom decor almost a year ago. Sent the first deposit on Jan 20th 2023. Was never sent a wip/she never worked on it. Asked for a refund (80GB) in November and she said she would give me a refund after one of her lions sold. Messaged again on December 22nd 2023 asking if said lion sold and was told it hadn't but that she would be buying GB after the holidays so she could issue me the refund ASAP. Reached out on Jan 3rd 2024 to check in and was met with no response. Messaged again on Jan 11th 2024 but never received a reply back, despite seeing some activity on her part on Lioden and Discord.

Link to proof: https://imgur.com/a/fLMPn4n

If the link doesnt work, I'll try again.

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year ago

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Eclipse: Chapter 17

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Adventure Characters: Apollo, Hades Parts of this chapter were hard to write... In other news, I am delighted that people want to bash these two idiots over the head almost as much as I did when I was writing this! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! <<Chapter 16

HADES XVII The Long and Inconvenient Detour

Styx’s refusal to let Apollo cross was a great inconvenience. It did not prevent them from completing their quest entirely, because it was possible to reach the prison without crossing the Styx, but the alternative route would lead them through areas Hades had particularly never wanted to go near again.

In the least worst case scenario – because there was no best case scenario when it came to being inside Tartarus – the deepest point of their descent down the Pit would have been the prison itself, keeping them clear of the heart of Tartarus, where the worst free-roaming inhabitants lurked, and the abyss of Chaos. Their new trajectory still kept them far from Nyx, and Hades had no intentions of nearing Chaos’ edge ever again – something he was certain Apollo would agree with no hesitation in the slightest – but it posed other, otherwise avoidable, threats.

“What oath did you break?” he asked of his nephew as they left Styx and her threats behind them. While he had not expected the meeting between the goddess and his nephew to go smoothly, it had not occurred to him that Styx would refuse to allow Apollo to cross her waters entirely.

Beside him, Apollo sighed. The sound was as depreciating as Hades had ever heard the younger god make.

“Rash and foolish ones I should have never made in the first place,” he admitted. “Ones I-”

“Ones?” Hades interrupted. “You broke more than one?”

Apollo’s wince was full-bodied, and far more suited to a mortal than a god.

“Styx has every right to be mad at me,” he said, a statement Hades couldn’t disagree with.

“What were they?” he pressed – what sort of oaths would Apollo make in the first place? His nephew had said they were rash and foolish, but while Hades could certainly equate rash with Apollo and his temper, Apollo had never before reached the levels of foolishness required to offend Styx so-

“Not to use a bow for as long as I was mortal,” Apollo confessed, the words quiet but astonishing enough to silence Hades’ thoughts regardless. “Or play an instrument.”

Rash and foolish, indeed. Apollo without his bow or music was no Apollo at all.

“I would ask what you were thinking, but you have already admitted you were not,” he said in exasperated disapproval.

Apollo made a noise of mournful agreement. “I broke both within a day,” he admitted.

Hades scoffed. “Of course you did.” His knowledge of Apollo’s time as a mortal was minimal, but he had no doubt that without his archery, at the very least, he would not have survived. Especially against Python.

He still wasn’t entirely clear on how Apollo had defeated him, as a mortal, but that was a question too far, he suspected. It was one thing to probe about the broken oaths Styx was so bitter about, and another to dredge up severe trauma. Apollo had never asked him about Kronos, so he could refrain from inquiring after Python further than he had already.

Apollo did not expand further on his oath-breaking, but Hades did not need to hear more on that topic, either. His reasonings for breaking them were immaterial – as he had said, they had been rash and foolish, and breaking them had been an inevitability from the moment he made them. The exact trigger meant nothing.

No doubt Styx would get her vengeance on Apollo whenever she chose, but Hades saw no need to provoke her further – whatever she did to Apollo would no doubt make him struggle further in Tartarus, which would in turn put more pressure on Hades to get them through their mission – so he led his nephew directly away from the river rather than following her banks. They would need to approximately follow the Styx to her end, in order to go around rather than cross, but there was a large expanse between the Styx and the Cocytus they could traverse.

Since their arrival in Tartarus, he had noticed Apollo was far more prone to bouts of quietness. It was the sort of peace he would have claimed to crave ordinarily, but while it was logically appropriate to not treat Tartarus like Olympus, lest the Primordial himself take offence, it still seemed wrong for Apollo to not be constantly making some sort of noise, whether it be talking or singing.

The song he had sung against Orion had seemed very unlike anything the god of music usually composed or performed. His ballad about his children had comparatively been a breath of fresh air – trust Apollo to draw inspiration from the myriad of mortals he had spawned across the millennia, although Hades could not complain when it had been powerful enough for Hades to focus on instead of the whispers of Maria, the complaints of siblings crammed against him, and Cocytus’ other snares.

He'd realised, when Apollo started talking about the daughter killed by Orion with a raw emotion their fellow gods went to great lengths to never show, that his nephew would never get past Cocytus unaided. He felt grief too strongly, no matter how much time had passed, and with so many of his children recently deceased, Apollo had never stood a chance.

Hades wasn’t sure if Apollo had even fully noticed that he’d had to drag his nephew through the river, a feat that had required more effort than he would ever admit; the song had cut through his own thoughts enough for him to maintain his presence of mind and not succumb to the water, but Apollo had barely been able to remain on his feet, let alone walk.

It had felt distinctly strange to be in physical contact with another god for so long; already during their time in the Pit, he had spent more time touching Apollo than he had touching anyone, including Persephone, for several decades, if not centuries. Gods did not need physical contact the way mortals craved it, although he was well aware that several of his brethren chose to pursue it regardless, and to touch another god – to get so close to the essence that comprised their entire being – almost bordered on uncomfortable.

Hades did not mind the company of others, so long as they were entertaining company and not irritating fools, but he had spent quite enough of his existence unable to stop touching at least one other being. He saw no reason to continue seeking more.

At least Apollo, despite having a more extroverted nature than Hades’ usual companions – and tactile, based on his interactions with his sons – was aware enough not to initiate contact, even if that had left Hades in the unusual position of being the one reaching out.

They continued their journey through Tartarus in silence. Despite the strangeness of Apollo’s lack of noise, Hades didn’t find it an inherently uncomfortable one; it seemed that neither he nor Apollo wanted to make small talk, and when his nephew was being silent he was surprisingly comfortable company (although Hades had always found him the most tolerable of his nephews, so perhaps it should not have been such a surprise). Not a word was exchanged even as Hades judged them far enough from the Styx – but not yet close enough to the Cocytus – to change their heading and once again begin the descent down the Pit, towards its deepest, darkest parts.

Monsters observed their progress from a safe distance. Hades bade them no mind, beyond periodic checks to ensure nothing that might actually pose a threat to either himself or Apollo had joined their ranks. After Orion’s near-successful attempt to ambush them, which Hades could admit had only failed because Apollo’s paranoia that his bane was following had in turn prompted Hades to be more suspicious, he intended on taking no chances.

Just because Orion was so far the only foe they had faced that had constituted a threat to one of them did not mean there were not others. While the Titans and Giants should, in theory, still be in a state of resurrecting and not wandering the rough landscape after the past two wars, Orion had already proven that that was not the case. The state of the other Giants, and potentially the Titans as well, was therefore an unknown element – and Hades suspected that, if the Primordial so wished, Tartarus could accelerate the resurrection of whichever monsters he chose.

It was one of the reasons Hades was not eager to advertise their presence to Tartarus any more than necessary, and he once again found himself frustrated at Styx for forcing them to take a detour which would send them passing far too close to the Heart. Given his earlier conversation with her, and Apollo’s reaction to whatever she had shown him in her waters, it was clear that she had threatened his nephew’s children. As soon as that had happened, it had become certain that no matter what, Apollo would not cross the Styx, and Hades had seen no point in wasting time trying to convince one or other of them to cave in their stubbornness.

Attempting to track time in Tartarus was a futile endeavour, but the knowledge did not prevent Hades’ mind from trying to grasp some degree of meaningful passage of time as he and Apollo descended, leaving behind the sharp glass shards that continued to tear at their feet vindictively and instead striding out across the taut, almost leathery sensation of skin that replaced it. He could count how many times Apollo had tapped his fingers against his bow, or brushed a hand through the bristle of fletching protruding from this quiver, but he could not equate either count to the passage of time.

Despite that, he was confident that their silent journey was not a short one. It was monotonous, as monsters gathered and observed but never approached, warded off by the strength of two powerful gods, but while the silence between him and his nephew was comfortable, the ambient sounds of Tartarus were not.

The chittering, grunting and howling of monsters was little more than a backdrop to be ignored, but as they descended further and further, Hades found himself listening more intently for something different. There was the sensation rather like something holding its breath, something waiting to pounce, and Hades disliked not knowing when nor where the threat would come.

He was certain that his last journey into Tartarus, with his brothers for company, had been nowhere near as calm. When they had not been struggling against the effects of the five rivers, each seemingly relishing in the viciousness Tartarus added to their essence, they had been fighting their way through disposed and banished Titans, and monsters of Typhon’s calibre.

Logic dictated that, so soon after two wars and Kronos and Gaia alike emptying Tartarus of its strongest occupants, there was simply a lull in the Pit’s available threats. Perhaps he and Apollo had entered at a time of less peril – Python was gone forever, Typhon, the Titans and Giants were all newly-defeated, and only the weak had resurrected so quickly – except Orion’s presence corrected the notion.

If Orion had already reformed and begun prowling around, seeking targets and a way back to the Overworld, then almost anything could be lying in wait.

And then there were the other threats.

Not all of the inhabitants of Tartarus ever chose to leave. Nyx’s children, in particular, appeared fond of their existence in the pit, although their mother herself slipped out every night, and Hades recalled several encounters that had been far too close for comfort.

There were things, down in the Pit, that those who had never entered did not even know existed. Things that lurked in the darkest, deepest parts of the world, teetering and thriving on the edge of Chaos and haunted the nightmares of the very, very few who had seen them and survived. Things Apollo knew nothing of, and Hades wished to know nothing of.

It was those that caused Hades the most concern, after the Primordial himself, about their descent so far towards the bottommost edge of the Pit. Orion had been – for him, if not for Apollo – an easy fight. Little but a warm up, compared to some of the worst things the Pit had to offer.

Despite knowing that Apollo had struggled due to the connection with his bane, that Orion had been crafted as the perfect antithesis to his nephew, and that he should, in theory, fare better against other challenges they would no doubt face, Hades still found himself feeling almost uneasy at the idea of his nephew fighting the same monsters that prowled through his nightmares.

The ones that could be fought.

In his efforts to ensure as much space as was practical between their path down and the course of the river Styx, Hades knew he risked a misstep. Despite his strong memory, and the confidence he broadcast to his nephew, he did not know every inch of Tartarus well. He and his brothers had, out of a sense of duty, done their best to traverse the entire Pit, leaving no shadow unexplored, but terror had a way of mangling even the most perfect memory, even of a god’s.

It was easy to recall broad strokes such as the routes of the five rivers, and the location of the gleaming brass fortress which held the worst Tartarus contained. It was more difficult to remember details such as the precise location of monsters and their lairs, especially when there was no guarantee that things had stayed exactly the same over the past several millennia. There was no reason to suspect that things had changed – but likewise, no proof that they had not.

Distant screeching reminded him of the Erinyes, not just the three sisters who had left Tartarus and served him in the Fields of Punishment, but the other ones, ones that made Alecto, Tisiphone and Megaera appear gentle in their mannerisms. His furies were intelligent, sharp and calculating, factors that set them apart from the others, for whom the best descriptor Hades could bring to mind (he was not Apollo, could not and had no wish to compose poems on the spot), was feral. Not feral in the way mortals thought, creatures that might snap and snarl and scratch if approached, but feral in the way every movement was a threat, could tear apart whatever fell in their way – some of Dionysus’ followers came to mind, but even they had a degree of reasoning to their thoughts.

The Erinyes shrieking in the distance were nothing but mindless killing demons – possible to defeat, as demonstrated by Apollo when one had appeared to attack Asclepius, but vicious. Hades would prefer not to cross their paths, if it were possible.

Travelling between two rivers, attempting to keep an equal distance between both, was a sound strategy in theory, but that was only for as long as the two rivers remained separate. The sensation was gradual, but Hades slowly became aware of whispering voices in the back of his mind as the familiarity of the Styx’s aura of hatred began to press upon them.

Apollo did not stumble, but there was a change to his countenance that alerted to Hades to his nephew’s fresh awareness of the rivers and drew his attention to focus on the younger god. Fingers tapped faster against the bow, a useless weapon in the face of foes such as rivers, but before Hades could instruct Apollo to cause another distraction against the cruel voices of the Cocytus, the god of music was already singing.

It was not the same song.

It was similar, enough that Hades could recognise it as belonging to the same roots as the first, but it was not the same. Last time, Apollo had sung of Phoebe, and many other children Hades had never been familiar with but knew, from the lyrics, were from millennia ago. This time, the names were more recent, ones he’d heard mentioned by Nico, ones that hadn’t yet passed through the Underworld for eternity. No doubt, these children were on Apollo’s mind after Styx’s threat, but if he feared for them, Hades did not feel it in his music.

Instead, he felt joy, pride and love, heard tales of the smallest things that somehow felt so impressive in the narration of Apollo’s song, was exposed to something he had already known but had never experienced – Apollo’s unconditional love for his children.

Cocytus was not so easily defied, however. Tears were sliding silently down Apollo’s face, and his voice trembled in ways that didn’t seem to fit the emotions of the song, warning signs that his nephew’s love could so easily traverse into grief – would, in the cycle of life and love Apollo had willingly trapped himself in long ago.

He could not pass the river alone.

Hades wrapped his fingers around Apollo’s arm again, letting his focus be taken by his nephew rather than the pressing river, and marched onwards, towards and then across the estuary they had reached, guiding the younger god as Apollo once again shielded them from the Cocytus and the laments it tried to invade their minds with.

Further downstream still, at the end of the estuary, was a far larger body of water. It was one Hades was not eager to approach, but they would need to pass it in time. Even at their current distance, he could feel the hatred of Styx mingling with the lamentation of Cocytus and the pain of the Acheron, while the Lethe’s calmness intertwined with the fierceness of the Phlegethon and created something entirely different.

“Where are we?” Apollo asked once they were across the estuary and his song had faded away, no longer needed to get them past the Cocytus, which now ran behind them, its whispers almost out of earshot. Tears still glistened on his cheeks, but no new ones fell as he gazed downriver. The moisture flickered with deep orange, reflected from the rushing river of fire ahead.

“Where the rivers meet,” Hades replied. “It has no true name that I have heard, but I believe it is colloquially known as the Delta of Despair.”

That, at least, had been Poseidon’s name for it when they’d approached the first time, battered and torn and exhausted, and wary of what the concoction caused by all five rivers merging could cause.

Despair was as good a description as any for the result.

“Sounds cheery,” Apollo commented. Hades heard the forced injection of levity into the words but chose to ignore it; if Apollo wanted to pretend to be up-beat, despite the tears on his face, then he would not challenge it.

“That would be one word,” he responded dryly. “Potent would be another.”

Apollo hummed in either acknowledgement or agreement. Perhaps both.

They drew to a gradual stop as the next river cut across their path. This close to the delta, where it merged with its brethren, the Phlegethon seemed less vibrant, but while the flames had faded to a much darker orange, it made no change to the temperature.

At least, unlike the Cocytus, it did not spread out into an estuary prior to uniting with the other four rivers, but rather remained fast yet narrow, much like where it entered Tartarus from the Underworld. Apollo would not have many issues crossing – issues he could not afford to have, so far down into the Pit.

“How many of the rivers are we going to have to cross?” Apollo asked him, standing a few paces back from the bank of the Phlegethon. From the way the flames licked towards him, Hades suspected the fire river god was taking particular offence to Apollo’s presence.

“After the Phlegethon, I believe there is one more,” Hades replied, trying to recall his mental map of this part of Tartarus. At the time, he had left this particular area up to Poseidon and his water loving brother’s area of expertise, but he was confident that neither the Styx nor the Lethe entered the delta from this side.

Unfortunately, the Acheron did.

Apollo didn’t ask which one was next, perhaps because he knew it didn’t matter; the rivers could not be avoided. Hades watched him take a running jump, transforming his legs into satyr limbs for extra lift and increasing his size at the last possible moment as he sailed over the angry flames of the Phlegethon. They flared up, lashing angrily, and for a moment, Hades lost sight of Apollo.

Golden drops landed in the river, shimmering for a moment before being absorbed by the flames. Hades wasted no time in wading through himself, feeling the frigid flames of the river try and fail to get through the souls of his armour, and re-emerged from the bank to see Apollo waiting for him, looking as close to flawless as the younger god could manage in Tartarus. Hades had no doubts that the golden drops of ichor had been Apollo’s, but with his rapid healing and presumably shallow wounds, it had taken no more than a moment to seal the wounds again.

This far down into the depths of Tartarus, it was good to see that Apollo’s strength had not waned overmuch.

Hades wasted no time in leading the way further down. Beneath his feet, the slope steepened – not so much that it was a hinderance to walk over, but enough to remind him that the deeper they got, the harder it was to get out again.

The Acheron did not merge into the delta at the same point as its brethren rivers, instead affording he and Apollo a brief respite from river fording as they continued to head down. Apollo was visibly warier, and Hades wondered if he had simply recognised the same danger in the steepening of the ground beneath their feet, or if there was something else bothering him.

“How far down are we?” Apollo asked, without prompting. “If this is where the rivers meet… the next river is the Acheron, isn’t it?” Something didn’t quite sound right in his voice, and it took Hades a moment to put things together.

He’d told Apollo that the Acheron ran along the edge of Chaos. That had not been a lie, although it did not always run across the edge. In some areas, at least, Hades was certain that there were still large stretches of the Pit before the abyss began.

Admittedly, he did not recall exactly where those large stretches were.

“We are not at the bottom yet,” he answered, once again dredging up his mental map from his previous visit. “I have no intentions of leading us to the edge of the Pit.” Something that looked a lot like relief flickered in his nephew’s eyes, and he forged on. “As I recall, there is a sixth, nameless river that traverses the gap between the delta and the abyss. At this point, the Acheron does not run along the edge.”

“I see,” Apollo said. Hades wasn’t certain if he did, but had no intentions of pushing further, not least because the rushing waters of the Acheron were beginning to reach his ears.

The Acheron was loud, not too dissimilar to the noise of a waterfall, and fast. It put any and all Overworld rivers to shame; not even the fastest, most violent river known to mortals could compare to the way the Acheron charged through the landscape, uncaring of the abyss it flirted with near the House of Nyx and anything else that occupied the same part of Tartarus. Tearing up everything in its path, or that was foolish enough to touch its waters, the river of pain was a master of inflicting it.

Hades recalled the scream Poseidon had made as he touched it, his younger brother curious and still perhaps a little naïve even so far into Tartarus. In the Underworld, the Acheron was mostly docile, winding its way through the Fields of Punishment and inflicting torment upon the souls sentenced to eternity on its river banks. In Tartarus, it was wild – the wildest of all the rivers, in Hades’ opinion.

If Poseidon, otherwise lord of the oceans and with more than a slight grasp of other waterways, was so tormented by the unrestrained Acheron, none of the rest of them stood a chance. Even Zeus, young and headstrong and with a cockiness that came from being the only child not to be eaten, had baulked away from the river after it devoured Poseidon’s entire lower arm in a single rush.

Not that the loss of his arm had been the cause of Poseidon’s scream. They were gods; flesh wounds no matter how severe remained only flesh wounds, which would heal in short time. The scream had been from the way the Acheron tore at his essence itself – later, Poseidon had likened it to razor sharp sand grains being ground through the most vulnerable parts of his being with no remorse, no mercy, and no end.

Hades remembered dragging his younger brother back, Zeus on Poseidon’s other side, and watching in horror he curled in on himself, brought to tears by the pain.

Neither he nor Zeus had dared get so much as a single droplet of the Acheron on them after that, despite the river’s own coaxing – the Cocytus was not the only river with voices, after all.

It screamed, the screams of the damned souls, agony wailing its way through the depths of Tartarus, but while it screamed it also implored them to approach, to succumb to guilt and accept the punishments the river offered.

Back then, the first time Hades had encountered it, he had been young and, alongside his brothers, buoyed up on the satisfaction of defeating Kronos and his cruel family. Arrogant and victorious, the river had had nothing to latch onto to try and drag him in.

Now, Hades had millennia behind him, and regrets sprinkled across it liberally, but he still had no desire to surrender himself to eternal torment, no matter how much the river tried to persuade him otherwise.

“Do we jump it?” Apollo asked him. He looked across at his nephew to see Apollo watching the river, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Do not let it touch you,” Hades confirmed. He paused for a moment, weighing up the sanctity of what happens in Tartarus stays in Tartarus against the desire to ensure Apollo fully understood the risks, before settling on, “it has brought greater gods than you to their knees.”

There was a very short list of gods greater than Apollo, especially when combined with the list of gods who had ever approached the Acheron where it flowed through the lower reaches of Tartarus. From the glance his nephew gave him, Apollo had immediately narrowed down the shortlist to the obvious three.

“Perhaps deservedly,” Apollo murmured, leaning forwards a little, and Hades grasped the back of his armour as though his nephew was a misbehaving child.

“You are here to protect your children,” he snapped. “Throwing yourself in the river will not solve anything.”

Thankfully, the Acheron was not a very wide river, and unlike some of its brethren its water did not leap up outside of the channel it had gouged for itself. Hades simply increased his size long enough to step over the river before reducing back down to human-sized, dragging his nephew with him before Apollo could think too much.

He didn’t let go until the voices had quietened again. Behind them, the Acheron continued to roar its way towards the delta.

Now, they were officially in the depths of Tartarus, below any of the rivers save the amalgamation of all five that sluggishly wound its way into oblivion. The weak monsters that had been dogging their tracks from a sensible distance were behind them, none foolish enough to cross the Acheron.

The only monsters they would encounter here were the real ones, the ones Hades did not want to meet. Children of Nyx, of Tartarus, of Chaos itself.

Rising out of the miasma before them were thin, spindly shapes, swaying slightly in a non-existent breeze, and Hades cursed in the safety of his mind. This was an area he had hoped to evade, an area of Tartarus that he had no doubts was far more dangerous than it had been millennia ago.

“We follow the river,” he told Apollo sharply. “Stay away from the trees.”

“Those are trees?” Apollo asked. “They look more like hairs.”

Hades scoffed. “Remember where we are, nephew.”

Apollo’s face hardened. “It’s difficult to forget.”

Hades found himself wondering what the Acheron had tried to tell Apollo, and instantly dismissed the thoughts as unnecessary; Apollo would never tell him, just as he had no reason to ever admit the words he had heard, either.

“We will give the Acheron a wide enough berth that you are not tempted to jump in,” he insisted, and got a defensive look from his nephew, Apollo clearly offended by the insinuation that he would despite all evidence to the contrary. “Watch the trees, but do not attempt to kill anything.”

Perhaps, if they were fortunate, they would be able to pass unnoticed.

Chapter 18>>

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #pjo hades #pjo apollo #tsari writes fanfiction #eclipse

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twstanon · 1 year ago

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Anon report from Az's server.

I made a Tumblr for this, I'm not saying who I am because I don't want to risk being attacked myself. But I was actually on Az's server for some time, and I'm sick at seeing how these people are treating Az. I wasn't on the VA server, nor was I around when apparently there was drama with another server so I can't comment on that. But, I was around for a while, and interacted some. For the most part, Az's server was warm and inviting. It was one of the few places I felt comfortable talking and I was sad and slightly distressed to see it go. I went looking for why and was shocked to find the document and people trying to attack Az. From what I saw, Az was usually encouraging, though sometimes blunt, and I can see how Az might rub some people the wrong way, but nothing like what was described in the document. What I can say is that both Bon and Retro often referred to the server as their "Comfort server" and they all seemed to have pretty good camaraderie. Especially Retro, who Az even handed the server over to for a while. I don’t think you’d do that if you didn’t trust the person. I was there the night the VA server was created, though I only lurked in that channel because I wasn't a part of it, and I was on the night that Bon came in upset about what had happened on her server. I actually happened to think that it was incredibly rude of her to do so.

Personally, I think the reason Bon and Retro were made to feel guilty, is because they were guilty. Az stated the truth, what Bon was complaining about was exactly what she had done. If your feelings are affected by someone being open and honest with you, then thats on you. Its no excuse to attack the person who made you feel that way. I’m also flabbergasted at many of the other accusations in the document. They do not line up with my experiences at all. Poor mental health was a common topic on the server, but that was because many of us suffered from mental health issues and tried to comfort each other. Some of her darker subject matter is what attracted me to Az’s writing in the first place. Many of us readers would find comfort in those stories. It was also something Retro frequently wrote about.

I do remember when Bon was made a mod, and then within a day no longer one. I didn’t know what caused it, but didn't want to pry. I know Az was struggling at the time, because almost immediately after they left the server themselves. I think holding a mental breakdown that severe against someone is terrible. I saw Az's post talking about how they were suicidal at the time, and I wish they'd spoke up more. I don't know what went on in DMs (I find it sus Az is willing to release them and Retro is against it.) But I cannot believe that Az would ever encourage her to do anything bad. They were clearly suffering themselves and didn't need to take anything from someone else. As far as the accusations of being racist and transphobic, I never got that vibe from Az. It's not racist to like the characters the way they are in the game, and there were otherwise constant racial edits posted to the server it seemed like, and the edits were never deleted or taken down. I was not around/active at the time any of it happened, but I know Az often said she was rules oriented like Riddle, and liked to stick close to canon. This is all speculation but from my semi outside perspective, Everyone involved sound like a bunch of jealous teenagers throwing a fit because they didn't get their way. They screwed up and rather than deal with it, they tried to destroy someone.

#teamazurith #twisted wonderland #azurith #the truth about azurith #twst

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lavenoon · 2 years ago

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I'm tempted to join the server after I finish crafting your deaths (that sounds so weird) however I am very much filled with social anxiety (hence the anon).

Saw on a post about the discord that everyone has Agent Sona's so I'm tempted to do that so im not just "Murder Anon" and after reveal i could still use it. I have three name ideas but one gives me away really fast (another one you would have to do a deep dive to find)

Two Ideas: Agent Shy and Agent Viper

: )

^ I feel like this face has become a calling card

Oh there are so many weird things I've said that in context are perfectly fine but then you look at them n think "Wow I'm sure glad I have that context" GFHJDSK

But yeah that's still so valid!! Do what you're comfortable with - but you'd also be welcome to just lurk! There's a bunch of exclusively lurkers in the server too, you wouldn't be the odd one out!

Also, rest assured that I am Robin irl in the sense that I never suspect anything. There's gullible written on my ceiling. I take things at face value and then go surprised pikachu face when there's implications /hj

I would assign you Agent Viper purely because I think you deserve a codename with some bite to it <3 And also the deadly. Viper venom meets emperors new groove kuzko's poison scene

Glad to have you on board, Agent Viper! <3

#answer let luce #agent viper asks #you *could* also sneakily join during the current wave #since i shared the link again there's a couple newcomers #you could blend in with the crowd /hj #but no genuinely; no pressure!#take your time both with art and joining and dont push yourself too far out of your learning zone #take it easy but take it and all that!#looking forward to your venom though <3

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iciousill · 3 months ago

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AFA Creators Super Fest 2024 Day 1

I wanted to write this earlier but procrastinated and forgot. It's been a week so the memory's less fresh in my mind but I still remember it well.

I couldn't decide which day I wanted to go for or if I should go for both days. I was leaning towards the latter as I was interested in the Creator's Hub talks for both days and Sally Amaki's stage events on day 2. By the time I checked the ticket page about 2 weeks before the event, the 2-day bundle was sold out so I was less in a rush to decide. Someone in the Seiyuu Stage discord server suggested just buying the ticket on the day, but I made a mistake about it _(´ཀ`」∠)_

I reached the venue at ~9.30am after a quick breakfast at McDonald's. Queueing had started at 8.30am and the ticket counters were to open at 9.45am, while the event was to start at 10am. It was starting to get crowded and I couldn't tell where the queue to buy tickets was so I joined the main ticket redemption queue and bought my ticket while in the queue. I decided to just buy for day 1 only, which cost $23 after Ticketmaster's fee. Would've been $2 cheaper if I'd bought it the day before.

I noticed a queue near Akiba Stage soon after the event started and I wasn't sure what it was for. I was near the front of the ticket redemption queue at ~10.30am. By then I also realised that it would've been much faster to buy the ticket onsite, but it was too late. I couldn't find the onsite purchase queue earlier because there was no queue. The line was practically empty. I paid extra for the day just to be in the slow queue, when I could've been in the event right at 10am. Oh well.

Getting in after redeeming my ticket was a breeze. There was no bag check this time. I immediately headed to Love and Deepspace booth but couldn't tell where the queue snaked to (it's the Akiba Stage queue I saw earlier...) so I thought I'd redeem the merch later and roam around the event first.

I browsed just the first 2 rows of the artist alley but I couldn't pay attention to the artists' stuff as I just kept thinking of Love and Deepspace merch, so I went back to figure out where the queue ended.

At 11+am, AFA staff approached the queue and announced something I didn't catch. A few frustrated queuers started to (mildly) argue with staff. The queue became a mess as people started hovering towards staff to figure out what's going on. There were conflicting details shared that were basically on the lines of them no longer accepting newcomers to the queue from a point in front of me, needing queue numbers to redeem merch, and other confusing stuff. The queue dispersed save for the front 2-3 lines and one woman near me told me she was just going to take her chances and went directly to the booth.

I was too distracted to enjoy the event so I just continued to lurk in the queue while drawing on my phone. I ended up chatting with another woman near me whose fave was Rafayel, and there was another in front of her who liked all characters. The Rafayel girlie played the game in Chinese, the everyone-enjoyer played the game in English while I played in Japanese, so we were curiously a multilingual group.

We chatted for a bit, I continued drawing, newcomers to the queue asked if it was the right queue, queuers who couldn't wait gradually left... I held Rafayel girlie's spot while she went to the booth to see if there was any update. She came back and told me people were just directly going to the booth so we might as well quit the queue, and we headed directly to the booth. When we reached the booth, the staff at the booth announced that they were going to the queue we were earlier at to note down our game IDs for the redemption. Rafayel girlie and I were kinda annoyed that the queue we were at was neglected until this moment, and she told the staff that we just came from that queue. The staff told us to go back to the queue then. (・谷・)

At 1+pm we were still in the queue waiting. Pretty sure a woman cut the queue in front of me as she was rather tall and I thought I saw her hovering nearby earlier, but it's just 1 person and we'd all still be waiting afterwards anyway so I didn't make a fuss (also in case I was wrong that she was in the queue after all). Staff finally noted down our IDs and told us to come back at 5pm to redeem the merch. I ended up skipping the talks as I didn't know where in the hall they were, and paired up with Rafayel girlie to browse the artist alley.

By the time we found the talk area, the talks I really wanted to attend were over while the one I was still anticipating clashed with merch redemption. I prioritised Love and Deepspace merch over listening to the figurine-fixing talk. After going round the artist alley 2-3 times, we left for lunch though I wasn't that hungry, just thirsty. I had hawthorn juice.

We returned to the queue at 4pm and by then there was already a long queue. We joined. The queue forked in front of us, and there was another woman behind us vocally expressing her annoyance at poor management and that people were forming new queues/ cutting the queue in front of us. She also commented that every AFA there was bound to be an unruly booth, last year's being Mihoyo's. Staff broke up the extra queue, people started to make a fork in the queue again, staff was frustrated too and yelled at everyone to form ONE line. Haven't seen this many frustrated women queueing for merch and managing a queue for merch in a long time lol.

There were a few men in the queue too, a majority of whom were accompanying women, but I'm sure there were also men who simply enjoyed the game themselves. One was chatting near us and we kinda got roped in, and he shared that apparently (note: unverified gossip) the mess started when someone grabbed the basket/box of freebies and started handing them out freely, so some early event attendees could have taken multiple items and messed up their stock.

Near the front of the queue, an older woman was soliciting queuers for a survey. I wasn't sure if she was staff or unrelated to the game as she wasn't wearing any ID or uniform. She was just asking queuers if they were locals or not in a mix of English and Chinese. I think the situation also frustrated other queuers as the intent of the surveyor wasn't clear. The woman behind me was clearly annoyed as the surveyor tactlessly pestered her to answer whether she was local or a foreigner. I didn't get the treatment as I kept drawing and pretended to not hear her survey request.

Finally, it was time for my free merch. Initially, the event announcement guaranteed one item for sharing the booth photo with a hashtag, and a second draw if the player has completed the latest chapter. After the very large turnout of players with the assorted mess, they skipped the sharing activity and just guaranteed 1 item per player (not sure what if someone had multiple IDs). The staff basically just picked from a box of can badges and files, so the 'randomness' of the merch could potentially still fall on the whims of staff rather than actually being random, but considering the queue was chaotic it was rather insignificant.

Staff handed me a Zayne can badge and it kinda strengthened my impression of the absurdity of my RNG which I relayed to Rafayel girlie. In game, I seemed to keep pulling Zayne memories, which could (like a conspiracy theory? maybe?) be attributed to sus gacha algorithm detecting my Xavier-leaning choices. But the last time I tried to gacha irl fan cards, I got Zayne too. I just keep getting Zayne online and offline when I all I want is Xavier lol. As much as Sato Takuya's voice is gorgeous, I want the sleepyhead with Kobayashi's voice (♡´艸`)

Rafayel girlie got a Xavier file, and I really wanted it, but it didn't seem like a fair trade from my perspective as the file seemed to be worth more than the badge; she would've lost out. I tried my luck anyway and asked her if I could have the file (I think I looked desperate lol). She was very sweet and kind and exchanged with me, but we still walked around for a bit to see if she could have found a better trade for the Xavier file. To my luck, there wasn't anyone among the crowd (many of which seemed to be Chinese players) looking for what we had. We encountered the women queueing behind us earlier, and one of them had a Rafayel can badge. She wanted Zayne. They traded so the Zayne girlie got her Zayne and Rafayel girlie got the Rafayel. It was an unexpected 3-way exchange. I kinda felt like I had the best reward of us 3 and hoped I didn't unwittingly pressure Rafayel girlie to agree to the unfair trade, but I kinda also felt less bad when I considered that I lent her my powerbank earlier. I didn't get her name or contact details and wonder if I should have asked. If Rafayel girlie somehow sees this, thanks again you were awesome (。・艸-。)-

Ended up with shoulder ache, backache, and feet ache from the whole day of standing and walking so I skipped day 2. Seeing the event reports on the Seiyuu Stage discord, I feel a bit of regret for missing out on seeing Sally Amaki irl. Seems like at least 2 guys invited Sally to join us, I wonder if she would though. (๑òᆺó๑)

#AFA Creators Super Fest #anime festival asia #love and deepspace

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katieraven · 1 year ago

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I have it on pretty good authority that periodically, Amethyst does peep in on Tumblr and Ao3 to check on her besties and make sure they are doing well, and happy and still writing amazing stories.

It's me. I'm authority lmao.

I am fine. And when I came to your blog to check in on you this morning I saw your post about me and it both made me feel very warm, but also very bad. I really did just peace out on all of you without much of an explanation or even a "hey I'm leaving" and that was shitty of me, wasn't it?

It's kind of a long story, but the highlights are that I just didn't want to be on Tumblr or Discord anymore, there are a lot of reasons for that but the reasons aren't as important as the fact that since I've deleted it and decided I'm done with social media - God I've felt so much better. About myself, about my life, about my goals...it's been nice. I do miss you, my heart cloud loving friend, and I miss so many others as well and me leaving had nothing to do with you or them in any way and I hope that nobody thinks it does. I miss talking to you all on a daily basis and it's very tempting to say "screw it, I'm coming back" but I was becoming way too obsessed. Obsessed with writing fanfiction, obsessed with numbers and follower counts. Obsessed and angry over drama that had absolutely nothing to do with me whatsoever...I can't do that again. I wasn't happy unless my phone was in my face and it was too easy to lose that happiness when something I didn't want to see was on my screen. I didn't like me very much.

I miss writing and I am a little sour that I've totally lost some of my stories because I 100% wrote them in Tumblr Drafts so they are gone forever (RIP Batteries, Ships, and Build a BF and lots of others). I miss you. I miss @moni-logues and I miss everyone in our server. I miss lots of others too but I'm not going to tag them all because I don't want to make a scene lmao.

I hope you are well. All of you. I hope you're all happy. Please know that I think of you often. Please know that I care about you all. Please be kind to one another. Please keep writing your awesome stories so I can lurk the shit out of them. I love you all and I never say never, maybe one day when I can learn how to not rely so heavily on acceptance and meaningless numbers for my peace, I will come back and play with you guys!!!

Love,

Amethyst<3

PS - I'm sorry to be on anon but I really just have an empty burner blog and I'm also very much not ready to be back on Tumblr but I could not let your sweet #we love amethyst post go un-responded to. I swear it's me. Penny Bird sends her love, and I baked some amazing treats for Thanksgiving and I wish I could've posted them and thrown them in ya'lls faces because I really outdid myself. Okay. Bye!!! Be good everyone and stay strong until 2025.

OH MY GOD HI???

never in a million years was i expecting this and it made my fucking evening holy shit!!!

thank you so much for checking in. you didnt have to, but i appreciate it so much, truly. i thoroughly understand the social media aversion. really, i get it. a lot. every day on instagram makes me question if i really want to spend my time on instagram because yeesh (but: if u should feel the need to contact me, my insta is @_annkathi - this is just an offer. absolutely no pressure whatsoever and i completely get if u want to stay as far away from anything as possible)

i will absolutely tag u in anything i write in the future. it will look like "@amethystwritesbts who maybe is lurking" so be prepared.

this meant the world to me. it truly did. i hope u know that.

and im so so glad u are okay and thriving and that penny is doing well.

we love u.

#we love amethyst #amethyst yall!!#hi friend #i love u

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idogaystuffonline · 8 months ago

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I know all this happened already quite a few months a go and that you have already left for good so I'm not expecting a reply. But I want to leave you with a final message after having thought about everything more thoroughly and you made it so none could contact you elsewhere so :) here we are

.I'm glad you left. I hope you you improve but I don't have high hopes and I am praying nobody I'm in contact with rn is in contact with you.You were awful to tianshii, lyu, Miyue, peony and nova. You said awful things to all of them and obsessed over them while feeding us all lies or half truths. And we should've seen this coming because the fact you were so reluctant with cutting contact with a certain person and even bothered to join her server says it all. You weren't always awful but I think it's because you knew when to hide it or maybe because you forgot to keep your mask up when surrounded with other awful people.

There were many red flags that I missed and I regret a lot of our conversations. I have good memories with you which is why I feel hurt but in a way I am grateful that doc was released so we could all know the truth. I think our mutual friends, mainly one of them, was too nice to you. I didn't join the last call y'all made but I saw what was typed and knowing how you act I have my theories but even without the call the way you acted throughout the whole thing was awful. I do not regret having been harsh with you if anything I should've been harsher. Had it not been for me you wouldn't have apologized and that shows your lack of maturity and how insincere your apologies were which is why I can't trust you'll change. Because even 3 months after you and the other 4 had stopped being friends you kept talking about them.The way your first instinct was to delete everything and run away (which ultimately you did) the way you left everyone else to deal with your actions. Everyone was too soft with you. You projected constantly onto them. Everything they did in reality was what you and a certain somebody else did.

Somebody tried to warn me and I didn't listen so I fully brought the disappointment of having been your friend onto myself but I cannot put into words how much I regret not listening to them. If I could turn back time I would've blocked you long before. You're an awful person. And you'll most likely stay that way as you refuse to change.

Idk if you'll see this but i know you're still lurking around so here you go.

Apology to the fandom

Hello everyone, I am Panda (Potaxiepower formerly known as Kimetsunozushi69) and I want to write this post in order to own my mistakes and to apologise to the ones involved in this situation.

First of all, I am aware of my humour, which has crossed the line many times. I want to seriously apologise for the disgusting jokes that I did without any consideration of people's feelings. I want to clarify that I am not racist, I have no intention of discrimination against anyone.

I will never cross the lines ever again, and I will face the consequences of my actions which harmed many people in this fandom.

I do not expect people to forgive me, because what I said was truly unforgivable, but from now on, I will mature and I will become better.

In regards of others aspects, I want to talk about the way I treated the members involved in this situation, I am sure you all know this, but I was accused of being abusive to some members of this fandom, which I will admit that my behaviour was unacceptable, and my personal struggles and my own problems do not justify the actions that I committed against the people involved.

I admit that I was a very toxic friend, and I never knew how far my actions were until I realised that my harm to them was scarring and traumatising. I admit that my behaviour towards them is irredeemable and that not an apology can fix the consequences of my actions.

None of them truly hurt me, I was the one who was in a bad mental state and because of that I started to wrongly accuse them of things that they were not, and also badmouthing them and manipulating the situation to favour me, which after months of reflection, I realised that that was truly despicable behaviour.

I admit that I did all of this based on my own envy over them being better artists, academically brighter and better writers than me, which made me have an inferiority complex against them and because of that I was acting toxic towards them.

Even when they supported me in my hard times, I was ungrateful and despite them showing emotional and financial support, I was not willing to recognise their efforts to be my friends, because of my ego.

I understand why this situation is happening, because I cannot escape from my actions, I do not expect the fandom to ever forgive, and I understand that, I will face the consequences of what has happened this summer time.

I am sorry for ghosting the victims of the situation after doing enough harm and not apologising genuinely because I was a coward who did not want to accept my mistakes, and I understand why the situation escalated to worse after months.

I also understand why everyone in this fandom is currently furious over this, because I escaped and deleted everything without any explanation, this time, I will face the fandom and listen to your complains, I also will leave the fandom after this in order to start a new phase of my life where in the future I will not commit the same mistakes again.

I also want to clarify that none of my old followers or friends stalked any of the members, I was not aware of them facing harassment online, I am not lying when I say that I had everyone blocked which made me not interact with their posts or be interested in what they were posting, because I didn't want to see what they were doing (because I was ghosting) and I admit that I was talking bad about them behind their backs despite me promising to them that I would not talk about them, but I did not send hate because all the frustration that I had was thrown towards my close friends who were not interested in creating conflicts.

I recently found out that they were receiving some hate regarding the call-out, I did not send anyone. I promise everyone that I was inactive online and was scared of looking at what was happening, and I was with family members and real life friends these past two days.

MeitoMela and Meerudraws are innocent, they never had any vile intentions nor any interest in engaging in discourse, and them being friends and mutuals with me does not mean that they are on my side, nor do they agree with my actions nor are they interested in engaging in this.

Thank you very much for reading this letter, and I hope that the victims of this will find peace and help, and I wish everyone the best and happy holidays.

@irithnova

@tianshiisdead

@miyuecakes

#Thank God you left

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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this isn't related to the racism and AO3 debate, but mentions of discord reminded me of something I saw when lurking.

I'm in a server where there are several people who Mod elsewhere. The subject of underage users came up. I'm very neutral on that. Teenagers will be in fandom and will want to see nsfw content. I did, as did a lot of people. One person was convinced they would be reported to literal authorities if someone under 18 was in their server and lied to get access to NSFW channels, to the point where this Mod said that they would "video call the suspected minor to see if their face matched their ID, and needed the id to show the person's age."

They 100% thought they were in the right and that asking anyone online to video call and show ID to prove they weren't lying was acceptable. There was one other user who was going "what the fuck is wrong with you" but this Mod dug in their heals and didn't think there was an issue. To them, the only issue was the thought that a teenager lied about their age to see NSFW content on discord... which they admitted to having done on AO3 and ff . net. This was awhile ago now but I remembered it suddenly and am still completely horrified.

I never did get into the restricted part of aestheticism.com because fuck no, I'm not sending someone my ID.

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redorich · 4 years ago

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In the HermitCanyon au, How is my favorite Bee armored Admin doing? How long does it take for Xisuma to become.. aware of what is happening? For the first few sections it seemed like he was in a coma/unconscious. In the most recent bit Impulse tells Etho to get Xisuma, so at least theoretically he can now move, but how long has it taken him to get there, and where is he on the scale to full recovery? Are the other hermits keeping him safe with rabbit stew? (if they have rabbits that is...)

Part 2 of this.

Etho comes back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face. (At least, Puffy assumes. She can't actually see most of his face because of that mask of his.)

"X is in a bad way today," he says quietly. "I can take Puffy to him if you guys would like to stay here with Zedaph."

Impulse and Tango look nervously at each other. On one hand, they very much would like to stay with Zedaph, who is mostly healed but still very loopy and probably should not be moved. On the other hand, allowing Puffy deep into the Hermits' inner sanctum is a risk in and of itself, let alone with only one Hermit with her. Etho's a good fighter and a wily bastard, but Puffy is most certainly no slouch.

In the end, it comes down to trust. How much can they show Puffy before they can no longer trust that she won't snitch? How sure are they that she won't try to kill them all and steal their stuff?

"Tell Xisuma I said hi," Zedaph warbles from the bed in the corner of the room, out of any window's line of sight.

As Etho presses a button which removes a panel of the wall in a whir of piston noises, Puffy snorts out a little laugh. "I'll be sure to do that."

Tango nods subtly to Impulse. If Puffy brought Zedaph back to the canyon, saved him from a painful respawn, and didn't once ask for anything in return, then the Hermits can trust her at least this much.

Etho leads Puffy through a short hallway into a large circular room with a domed ceiling. The room is mostly quartz, though the walls are lined with sea lanterns and oak leaves. It’s beautiful. This place has been hiding under her feet this whole time?

“This is the Atrium,” Etho says, “or at least the main one. Come on, getting a mule will be more trouble than it’s worth if you’re not carrying anything.”

Puffy is speechless, utterly and profoundly, when Etho takes her through a tunnel on the opposite side of where she entered. It almost looks as though the tunnel here was carved by hand, then completely redone in dirt and grass and vines to give it a secretive, high fantasy look.

“Hey, Etho!” says a dark-haired man with a big smile as he comes trotting out of a branching hallway to the left. “Hey--” He catches sight of Puffy and his smile dissipates into panic. He shouts incoherently and dives back into the hallway he just exited.

“Hey Bdubs,” Etho greets impishly, then turns to Puffy. “Man, it’s like he saw a ghost or something. Maybe Mothman.”

Puffy bleats out a surprised laugh. Up ahead, she spots another Hermit lurking around the corner of the archway Etho is leading her toward.

“Etho,” says a tall blonde woman. “Cleo wants to talk to you about, er...” The blonde woman glances at Puffy. “Her thing,” she finishes lamely.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Would you mind telling Cleo so she doesn’t skin me alive?” Etho says sweetly.

The blonde woman snorts. “Face the music, Mothman. I’ll take care of Puffy from here. I assume you’re taking her to Xisuma?”

Etho wilts. Clearly, whoever this Cleo person is, she’s not someone to piss off. Puffy wonders what Etho did.

“See ya around,” Etho waves, somehow both cheery and morose at the same time, like a funeral for someone nobody liked. Puffy and the blonde woman watch him go.

“My name’s False, by the way,” the blonde woman says. “Thanks for the bandanna. Normally I’d be wearing it, but I just got back from beating up Iskall.”

The woman-- False-- laughs. Puffy is once again taken aback by the idea that the Hermits actually use the items that she makes for them.

False takes off in a brisk walk toward the archway she’d come out of. Jumping a little bit at being torn from her thoughts, Puffy hurries to follow. It’s hard to keep up, since all Puffy wants to do is stare. She must be in the living quarters-- they let her in the living quarters?! Each door matches the high fantasy, underground sort of aesthetic, but a few doors are left open and each one is remarkably different on the inside. One room is built entirely out of red and white concrete, whereas another is Nether-themed with actual fire, and the room down the hall is entirely underwater!

One door is different. It’s got blue-purple banners along the frame, and when False opens the door for Puffy, she can see that the room is made of blackstone bricks. Maps of the Dream SMP line the wall, and in the center of the room there is a mildly ornate table made of warped wood.

At the end of the table in the back of the room, opposite the door, sits a trio. To the left, there is a plain-looking man with a beard and an “at” symbol on his shirt. He speaks in a Southern accent to a man on the right side of the table, who wears a red sweater and twirls a feather between his fingers like the cat that got the canary.

In between the two, at the head of the table, rests someone very unique. He’s obviously tall, that much is obvious even when he’s sitting down. He’s also got mesmerizing purple eyes which glow faintly against the dark of the blackstone. Puffy doesn’t know why, but she gets the feeling that they’re supposed to be glowing much brighter.

As taken by the man’s eyes as she is, Puffy doesn’t notice the non-invasive breathing tube the man also has (a cannula? She doesn’t know what it’s called, but that sounds right) until the man’s gaze falls upon her, still standing in the doorway next to False.

“Oh,” the man says. “You’re not supposed to be here. Welcome.”

False steps forward, breaking Puffy from her trance. “Puffy, this is Xisuma, Joe, and Grian. I’d introduce you to them as well, but... you know.”

“I don’t know-- oh,” Puffy says awkwardly, catching sight of the massive crochet blanket she’d made for the Hermit months ago, draped across Xisuma’s shoulders.

“Why are you here?” Grian asks with a tilted head. “No offense or anything, but I just lost a bet. I had three diamonds on Cub bringing you in here eventually-- he’s the one you usually meet at the barrel, you know.”

False interjects, “I didn’t bring her down here, it was Etho!”

“Shoot,” Joe says. “Cleo wins yet again.”

“It was Zedaph, actually,” Puffy says. All eyes turn to her. “I found him on the surface. He was really injured, so I brought him back here. Impulse and-- Tango? Yeah, Tango-- told Etho to take me down here.”

Puffy uncharacteristically twiddles her fingers a little bit, feeling in over her head. “Uh, you know I’m not gonna tell or anything, so... Why am I here?”

The full weight of Xisuma’s piercing stare falls upon her. Even as fragile as he looks, even as strong as Puffy is, she feels a jolt of apprehension.

“You’d know more about the red vines than we do,” he begins. “Etho mentioned that they’re what hurt Zedaph; he’s mentioned them on multiple occasions, and never in a good way. How long do you think it would take for those vines to reach our village, and what do you think would happen once they do?”

“As far as we’re aware, there are several players who are proponents of the vines, and claim they originate from some sort of egg?” Joe adds. “I’ve had a hard time calculating how big of a mushroom we’d need to make an omelet out of the egg, but apparently most of my fellow Hermits do not in fact want evil eggs on their omelets.”

“And how come the End is inaccessible?” Grian cuts in with a whine. “I want my elytra.”

Xisuma huffs a laugh into the cannula. “As you can see, we have many questions which only a native Dream SMP player like yourself can answer. In the interest of keeping ourselves safe--” he trails off into a coughing fit.

Puffy bites her lip, feeling as though she really shouldn’t be seeing this. Joe rests his hand on Xisuma’s back.

“You give us answers, and we’ll give you diamonds, netherite, whatever you want. And when we move out-- well, it wasn’t much of a secret anyway-- we’ll offer you a safe place with us,” Grian speaks up on Xisuma’s behalf.

A thousand thoughts spin inside Puffy’s head. She feels like Dorothy in that tornado, and Grian’s offer is the Wicked Witch. “Did you guys really save Tommy’s life?” she finds herself asking.

The Hermits seem taken aback.

“The blond kid?” False asks. “Yeah, but he was unconscious the whole time. I think Scar told the kid to keep us a secret, but... I don’t think any of us expected that to actually work.”

Puffy laughs disbelievingly. “He’s the one person on the entire server who keeps insisting that you guys aren’t real.”

“That’s good to hear,” Xisuma says quietly. “Do you have an answer for us, or would you like some time to consider?”

There are a thousand and one variables Puffy needs to think about. What is Dream’s stance on the Hermits? Who will she be setting herself against by allying with the Hermits? What will Puffy have to expect, from both underground and surface-dwelling players alike? Which players can she take in a fight?

Fuck it, she thinks. “You’ve got yourselves a deal.”

Xisuma smiles. Despite his ill condition, she gets the feeling that this nice, mild-mannered man is far more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.

“I’m glad to have you on our side, Puffy,” he says. “Thank you for your help.”

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #captain puffy #ethoslab #zedaphplays #impulsesv #tango tek #xisuma #bdubs #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #iskall85 #joe hills #grian #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #me.cpp #me.txt

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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VAUNNA I LURK A LOT HI BUT I JUST WATCHED IMPULSE'S FINAL YHIRD LIFE EPISODE MY HEART IS BROKEN AND I NEED M O R E P A I N

(coherently: impulse angst please i beg of you. i grovel at your feet. alternatively villain impulse. just take my heart out and stomp on it. thanks <3 also sorry for the caps i just have a lot of feelings rn)

ahh Villainpulse is such good material! i decided to make this a sequel to this one so go read it first :)

cw: fire, murder (just in case, cuz this one is kinda dark)

…

Impulse returns to the wool castle late the next night and collapses onto his bed, exhausted and a little frustrated. Etho’s confrontation with Bdubs didn’t quite go as planned. The closest they came to a fight breaking out was when Cleo started snapping about how she didn’t trust Etho. No angry words were exchanged between Etho and Bdubs at all. It seems Impulse has overestimated their rivalry.

A knock at the door. “Impulse?”

He gives a sigh but quickly rolls onto his side and calls, “Come in.”

The door opens and Etho’s face peers in. “Hey, do you have a minute to talk?”

“Yeah, sure.” Impulse forces a smile. “What’s up?”

“I’m worried,” Etho admits. “Cleo REALLY seems to think I murdered Tango, and I’m a little concerned that she’s going to turn Bdubs against me.”

“Really?” Impulse responds. “That wouldn’t be good, since she was talking about making an alliance with the desert people earlier.”

“Exactly. If we’re not careful, the server will end up splitting into war. I know you’re on better terms with Bdubs than I am; would you consider going over to talk to him tomorrow?”

Impulse nods. “Sure thing. I’m sure I can work something out.”

“Thanks.” Etho gives a grateful smile. “Anyway, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, man.”

Impulse lies back on his bed, even more disgruntled than he was before. The war he’s slowly been cultivating is so close to being brought to fruition, but the slightest wrong move might destroy all his hard work. Bdubs and Etho will be the catalysts. They’ve got the right animosity and the right allies behind them to spark the war, but he just needs the right fuel to set it off.

It’s time for drastic action.

…

Under the cover of night, Impulse makes his way out to the crastle, armed with a sword and a flint and steel. With his intricate knowledge of the crastle’s defences, he makes it to the inner wall undetected and sets up a ladder against it. Climbing up, he creeps in through a very specific window.

As expected, Cleo is fast asleep in her bed. Impulse hesitates for only a moment. This is neither fair nor right, but Impulse doesn’t really care at the moment. He’s come way too far to fall now.

So, with a cold and emotionless expression, he stabs Cleo through the chest, in such a way that will severely injure her but not kill her immediately. She lets out a weak cry, but her eyes don’t open.

When he’s sure she hasn’t woken up, Impulse sets the fire near her bed, before escaping back out the window and shimmying down the ladder he set up. He can see smoke starting to pour out of Cleo’s window.

So he turns and flees.

He’s just made it back to the wool castle when the notification comes up on his communicator.

ZombieCleo went up in flames

Impulse settles himself back into bed.

And he smiles.

…

The next morning, Etho isn’t around, so Impulse goes straight to the crastle. He can see noticable fire damage around Cleo’s window; clearly, Bdubs had managed to put out the fire in time to save the crastle but not in time to save Cleo.

He knocks on the door.

It takes a full minute for the door to open but when it does, it reveals a red-eyed Bdubs, who’s clearly been crying.

“I’m so sorry,” Impulse murmurs, pulling his friend into a hug. “I saw in chat. What happened?”

Bdubs sniffles. “Th-There was a fire. In C-Cleo’s room. I woke up in the middle of the n-night and smelt smoke so I r-rushed down to her room and put out the f-fire but it was too late for her.”

“Oh, I-I’m so sorry…”

Impulse opens his mouth to speak again, but Bdubs quickly draws him inside the crastle and shuts the door behind him. A haunted look has appeared in his eyes. “Impulse… I-I think Etho murdered Cleo.”

Impulse’s eyes widen. This isn’t quite an act; he’s genuinely shocked that Bdubs came to the conclusion Impulse wanted him to come to this quickly, and all on his own. “Wait, what?! Y-You mean the fire wasn’t accidental?”

“No, it was deliberate. She…” Bdubs suppresses a sob. “She was stabbed in the chest first. The fire was to cover the tracks of whoever killed her, to make sure their name wouldn’t show up in chat.”

“Oh no…!” Impulse gasps. “B-But what makes you think it was Etho?”

“I don’t know for sure, but wh-when we talked yesterday, Etho mentioned something about how easy it would be to sneak into the crastle with just a few ladders and… this morning, I found a ladder outside the wall. I know it’s far from conclusive evidence, I just… I can’t shake the horrible feeling that he did this because Cleo said she suspected he killed Tango. Maybe he realised he had to take her out before she discovered any evidence he left behind.”

“N-No, I… That can’t be…! Etho would never do something like that!”

“I want to believe that,” says Bdubs sadly. “But I-I just can’t. I’m gonna avenge Cleo, Impulse. No matter what it takes.”

After a moment, Impulse nods. “I understand. Are you gonna talk to him?”

“Later. First, I’m gonna finish making that alliance with Scott and Grian’s group. Etho’s got Dogwarts on his side, so I’m gonna need the other guys on mine.”

“Got it. And I’ll help too; I’m on your side 100%, remember?”

Bdubs nods gratefully. “Yeah, thanks. Let me know if Etho does anything suspicious.”

“I will.”

…

When Impulse gets back, he finds Etho waiting for him. “Hey,” he says. “You went to the crastle, right? How’s Bdubs doing?”

“Not good,” Impulse responds sadly. “He seems to have got it in his head that you murdered Cleo.”

“What?!” Etho gasps, sounding genuinely shocked and taken by surprise. “Why would he think that?!”

Impulse shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know, dude. But he’s pretty convinced. And he’s going over to the desert right now to ally with Grian and Scott so he can rally them against you.”

Etho’s gaze darkens. “Okay, he’s gone too far. First he tries to pin Tango’s murder on me, now Cleo’s? We gotta do something about him, Impulse. Are you in?”

“Absolutely. I’m on your side 100%.”

“Good.” Etho gratefully places his hand on Impulse’s shoulder. “Thanks. We’ll rally the rest of Dogwarts and see if we can get to Scott and Jimmy before they do. If it’s a war Bdubs wants, it’s a war he’ll get.”

Impulse smiles. He can sense no distrust in Etho’s voice or expression whatsoever, just like Bdubs. Neither of them suspect him of anything.

Oh, he’ll get it all right.

You both will.

#3rdlifesmp #3rd life smp #impulsesv #etho #bdubs #zombiecleo #vaunna’s requests

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mamahersh · 3 years ago

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The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions)

“Season 8 was well underway, and the server’s first conflict is bubbling just under the surface. But BDoubleO can’t worry about that right now because he has an Etho to find so they can work on the Horse Course together. However when Xisuma calls a surprise server meeting on behalf of EvilXisuma, BDubs gets his answers about where Etho’s been in the worst way possible.”

(CW: angst, blood, gore) <--- later chapters, this one’s clean.

Welcome to my first attempt at Ethoslab angst! I wanted an nHo-centric fic with a heavy dose of Etho angst. I have nowhere else to post this, and fair warning I am terrible at characterizations, so everyone will probably be a bit OOC to some extent; but for sure EvilX will be very OOC in how evil he is in this one. The Rating for the later chapters is a solid M, so be warned about that. If y’all have suggestions or feedback, feel free to come and say hi! P.S. I got my inspiration for this fic from this fic over here! Give them some love too.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7

Chapter 1 (below the cut)

BDoubleO was worried.

Now, it wasn’t often he worried, particularly about Etho. Especially after the shenanigans from Season 5 with the nHo, and their many years of collaboration after that, he was well aware that Etho had a habit of disappearing for weeks on end. Even when he was supposed to be helping with a bit of collaboration work like the Horse Course, he was infamous for suddenly disappearing for a week, and coming back acting like nothing had happened. But even still, Etho usually left a note, or told someone about where he was going so they at least knew when to approximately expect him to show back up. This time though, Etho hadn’t even left Iskall a note, and so far this season he had made sure to at least leave a note for Iskall since they were sharing a base. (BDoubleO had asked Iskall 3 days after the last time he had seen Etho to ask if he knew where Etho was. Iskall didn’t know, though he had seen him 2 days previously puttering around their shared base as normal.) He had asked around the other Hermits, seeing if anyone had heard anything. The only one that had seen anything was Beef, who had said he had seen Etho lurking on the edges of his territory heading toward the top of BDubs’ mountain with a spyglass about a day and a half ago. Doc had mentioned that while he hadn’t seen Etho recently, he had heard that Etho had been busy in talks with Xisuma and Evil Xisuma over something. However, when BDubs questioned Xisuma, he said he hadn’t seen Etho since the last major server meeting. (It was always disconcerting when Hermits’ stories didn’t match up, as that usually meant there were shenanigans afoot. But BDubs couldn’t figure out why there would be shenanigans afoot, because this was just Etho.)

A whinny from Lulu beneath him startled BDubs out of his worries. Looking around he realized that they were already staring up at Xisuma’s lighthouse and general base area. Why were they there you might ask? (A theoretical from a theoretical, truly meta of him, aha) WELL, Xisuma had sent out a message to the server that everyone should come and gather at his base for an important something. BDubs was confused, and very concerned, that Xisuma was insisting on the meeting being in person. After all, any news could be dispensed through the Server messages, and all their bases were known, so boards could be placed at bases for Hermits to see as they came in and out. Meeting in person was never technically necessary, though it made it generally easier to talk with each other since they didn’t have to type everything out. The point stood however, that unless it was an emergency, Xisuma never called a general Hermit assembly outside of their regularly scheduled monthly meetings.

Looking around, BDubs was able to see that Beef was already there, along with most of the Boatem Crew, and surprisingly enough, the Horsehead Farms guys were there as well. Of course, Doc was on his way, and last he heard, the Big Eye crew was following up behind him since they both had been busy when the announcement had gone out. The rest of the server would be on their way because of how far out they were. (Part of BDubs wondered if those who were coming in later were the lucky ones. The rest of him wondered why he was so filled with anxiety and so certain this meeting was only going to be terrible.) Deciding nothing good would come of dwelling on the negatives, he made his way over to where Beef (who was looking more unrecognizable by the day as the alien contamination overtook him) was standing alone, seemingly keeping his eye out for someone or something.

“Hey Beef!” BDubs called out, smiling and waving as he approached. Beef looked over at the sudden shouting of his name, and instantly relaxed as he saw BDubs approaching. “Hey BDubs!” he called back, something alien layered under his normal voice. (It spoke of void and distant stars, though Tango had recently been saying it reminded him more of sulfur and brimstone). “You know anything about why Xisuma’s called this meetup?” asked Beef before BDubs could ask the question himself.

“Not a clue,” BDubs replied, allowing his concern to show through as he stood ill-at-ease beside his friend. “He just announced he had something he wanted to show or talk to us about I guess, though I can’t imagine what it could be about.” Well, BDubs had a guess or two, but none of them were generally pleasant topics of conversation, outside of some surprise announcement for the next server update to 1.18.

“Darn, I was hoping you would have heard something…” said Beef, his own unease easy to read. BDubs shrugged, looking around at the other groups of players standing outside the Lighthouse. It looked like even in the short time they had been greeting each other, the other Big Eyed Crew had arrived on his tailwind. An awkward pause settled between the two of them, both having been so tied up in their own shenanigans to really know what the other had been up to. BDubs debated bringing up the obvious, but it seemed like one of those things you don’t necessarily bring up. But then again…

“Yo Beef,” said BDubs, turning to look at Beef again. Beef startled out of his momentary reverie. “You’ve been looking pretty, uh… green recently. How’s that been treating you?”

For a moment Beef looked almost confused, before he seemed to connect the dots and snorted. “Oh yeah, it’s been treating me great, as you can see.” They both chuckled a bit at his sarcasm before he continued. “But in all seriousness, I hadn’t really been noticing it. I mean, I definitely notice that people have been giving me a wider berth this season, which hasn’t been great for business since I have a great idea for selling specialty cat food I can make on my alien ship. I haven’t personally noticed too many changes outside my appearance thus far however.” After a moment Beef said, “So how about you? How have Keralis and Tango been treating you this season?”

BDubs chuckled. “Would you believe it if I told you it’s been going great? I have a mountain already, and we have a small bay town we’re building up to serve as a shopping district for our Big Eye Crew. Plus, we got Tango to actually make his eyes big, so it’s a win all around! Though I’ve been noticing more Derpcoin sneaking into our shops…”

“Hey now, what’s wrong with Derpcoin?!” exclaimed Beef, looking vaguely offended. BDubs was startled by this, completely not expecting such an outburst from Beef of all people.

“I mean, there’s nothing necessarily wrong with it, it’s just I have no idea what the conversion rate is on the stuff, so I don’t know what people are paying in my shop for the items they’re buying,” replied BDubs. “Plus, there’s nowhere to use it.”

“But there is a place to use it! You could use it at EX’s Evil Emporium. Plus, with more people signing up for Derpcoin, it seems like a lucrative market to sell in,” countered Beef, a strange gleam in his eyes. “EX was nice enough to give me an in into his Derpcoin shopping district, so I’ll have a storefront through the Evil Emporium.”

"Evil Emporium huh?" BDubs made a considering noise. "Heard a little bit about it back when EX was doing a little sales pitch in our neck of the woods. Seems pretty fishy to me, but if you think it's a trustworthy establishment, I'll definitely give it a second look."

"Attention everyone!" called out Xisuma, suddenly standing in the center of the gathered Hermits. "Your attention please!" BDubs looked over to where X was waving everyone over. He noticed that X seemed abnormally forward, though that could be attributed to his paranoia. Afterall, X wasn’t one to cause problems! Sure he had been trying to get people on board with this Evil Emporium thing pretty hard, but X couldn’t hurt a fly even on a good day, so BDubs wondered if this wasn’t about Derpcoin.

He had been hearing from the other Big-Eyed crew that tensions between Boatem and the Derpcoin empire had been slowly escalating over the last week or so. Plus he had been hearing about more of the unaffiliated Hermits beginning to create close ties with EX’s brand, embracing Derpcoin as their main currency even! On the other hand, he’d been hearing from some of the Boatem people about how they were getting sick and tired of finding Derpcoin in their shops, and seemingly some people were beginning to refuse to pay for items with diamonds… There was a mess brewing for sure in the background this season, it just seemed like an issue that could wait till the next monthly meeting is all.

With a jolt, BDubs was brought back to the present as Doc bumped him in the shoulder. “How are you doing BDubs? Looking pretty lost in thought there, big guy.”

“Well, doing pretty good if you must ask!” BDubs puffed up with the compliment on his height, despite knowing it was more than likely meant in a sarcastic manner. Between Doc and Etho, BDubs never really could catch a break. “You just get here then?”

Doc let out a rumbly hum in agreement. “Yesss, though I have no idea why Xisuma called the meeting. Know anything?”

BDubs and Beef both shook their heads. “We’re in the dark as much as you are, it seems,” replied Beef, moving towards the other Hermits to try and get their little group to walk and talk.

“I have a theory though!” continued BDubs, leaning in to act somewhat more conspiratorially. Doc leaned in a bit more than he needed to, getting a friendly bump on the head from Beef. “See, I’m sure you’ve both heard a bit more than I have about Boatem vs the Evil Emporium. I think things might be heating up enough between the two that X might be forced to intervene soon.” BDubs rubbed the back of his neck. “Admittedly, it still seems like the kind of thing that he would bring up in the monthly meeting instead of an impromptu meeting like this.”

“Looks like we don’t have to wait long to find out in any case.” Beef gestured at the surrounding Hermits and Xisuma himself still standing at the center looking official as usual. (Though BDubs thought he looked a little dazed, but he shoved the thought aside.)

“Thank you everyone for taking time out for this meeting!” called out Xisuma, his face still disconcertingly empty. “I’ve called you together today because EX had a stream he wanted us all to watch, and I agree it is most imperative we all watch it together.”

BDubs did not like the sound of this one bit. “What’s the stream about?” called Joe from the opposite side of the crowd.

“Yeah, why’s it so important we all have to watch it?” asked Cleo from beside him. BDubs realized that those two had had to travel across the entire continent to come to the meeting, and Joe was still renouncing wings, so taking long trips was a distinct hassle. At the very least, it was far more time consuming than everyone else’s trips had been, minus potentially XB and Hypno’s trip.

Xisuma seemed to stand there taking it silently, which was not necessarily outside of the usual, but his response certainly was. “With that out of the way, I’ll get the screen set up, and then we can watch EX’s stream!” ‘That was strange,’ thought BDubs as he looked around the circle of bewildered Hermits. Normally X would try to answer questions, or at least let them know things precisely before he did them. It was incredibly out of character that he would just ignore Joe and Cleo like that… Particularly Joe and Cleo if BDubs was to be brutally honest. Those three had been closer than three peas in a pod since Season 2, and Joe and X had known each other pretty well since almost the start of Season 1. To have those two brushed off by Xisuma struck a wrong chord.

BDubs was pulled back to the present as Xisuma rapidly typed into his communicator, and a holographic screen projected just beyond the circle of Hermits behind where Cub was standing. Almost as one, the Hermits turned to look at it, curiosity overpowering any potential feelings of lingering confusion and discomfort.

Xisuma’s expression was blank as the large screen buzzed to life in front of them. However, BDubs’ watched as he seemed to come back to himself just as the static on the screen cleared and the assembled hermits gasped in disbelief and horror.

‘Well,’ thought BDubs to himself, dread rising like a wave about to swallow him whole. ‘Now we know where Etho went.’ For there on the screen, looking the worst BDubs had ever seen him, was a restrained Etho beside a seemingly gleeful EvilXisuma.

#ethoslab #etho #nho #bdouble0 #docm77 #vintagebeef #bdubs #beef #doc #hc fanfiction #hc fanfic #xisuma #evil xisuma #the hermits #hermitcraft

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forgetful-dorito · 3 years ago

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Here’s my gift to Bio Anon for the MCYT G/T gift exchange! I kinda took the second prompt and stuck it in a dryer on tumble-dry, then shook it up even more. though, I did have a lot of fun brainstorming ideas for how to use the prompt, so I hope you enjoy my little word vomit :)

(also in this au Tommy never got exiled because screw the green teletubby) word count: ~1.3k

cw: food at the beginning, some very mild fearplay, and so much swearing. So much. It was like I got possessed by Tommyinnit while writing this I’m so sorry

“What the fuck.”

Tommy had just wanted a snack.

It was 2 am and he couldn’t sleep, understandably so considering all that happened in the past few months, so he decided to get up and make himself something to eat. Nothing too heavy or time consuming, but enough effort to distract him from the thoughts that had been bothering him.

He had walked down the dark hallway to the kitchen, turning on the fluorescent lights and yawning. Stumbling over to the cabinet, he pulled out a small loaf of bread, and turned towards the fridge to get the cheese and mayo. Since he was still blinking the sleep from his eyes, it took him a few moments to register the fact that there was a tiny human watching him from the countertop.

A tiny fucking human. Standing with its hands in an open bag of peanuts. Looking as surprised and frozen as he was.

“What the fuck.” Tommy finally spoke up, and that was the cue for the tiny person to start fleeing off the counter.

Sleep gone from his mind, Tommy raced to catch the thief. It wasn’t a very hard battle, the poor thing seemed absolutely terrified. He gently pinned him down, putting as little pressure on the tiny guy as possible.

In the blink of an eye, Tommy found a sewing needle stuck in his thumb. He swore heavily, picking the needle out. He used more force this time, wrapping the escaping tiny in a fist and bringing him up to Tommy’s face.

The Tiny stopped kicking, instead he stared in horror at Tommy.

“Alright, I’m gonna give you three seconds to explain who you are and why you’re in my house stealing my food.”

The tiny pondered for a moment, but gave in after Tommy squeezed a little harder.

“AAH, don’t squeeze me like that! And I thought you’d know already, considering you humans blew our SMP to smithereens!” He spat the word ‘humans’ like a curse word.

Huh?

“Stop fucking around with me! Who are you?” He looked a little closer at the tiny….wait…..was that his shirt? And his pants?!

“Wait….you seriously don’t know?”

~~~~

After internally freaking out and a very long and painful conversation with Phil (he wasn’t really ready to see him yet, but this felt important enough to ask him about. Being the oldest living member on the server has its perks) it turns out, Phil knew what was going on!

Apparently no one bothered to tell Tommy that the myth about “tiny people” that live in the walls and start tiny governments was real. Who just leaves that out of a conversation?! What the fuck Phil?!?

To be fair, it looks like Phil was the only one who knew about these tiny people. They started springing up everywhere around the SMP, and they were always dressed like one of the server members.

Another thing that the myth conveniently forgot to mention, was that these tiny people were the complete opposite of the people they were based off of. Tommy didn’t understand what Phil meant by that, but after remembering the way Tiny Tommy acted he got it. Since Tommy was loud and brash and so, so cool, then tiny Tommy was quiet and careful and a total douchebag. Easy enough!

At one point, he had seen a tiny Tubbo lurking around Snowchester. At first he didn’t recognize him, the little guy had bright blond hair for some reason. But after he realized, he tried to strike up conversation. It was good old Tubbo after all! Except he couldn’t make it past a few sentences of conversation before he realized this was not the same Tubbo he knew.

For one thing, this Tubbo was actually normal. There was no talk of nukes, no mention of some horrific scandal he had committed, nothing! Just some pleasant conversation about the weather and gardening.

It was absolutely disgusting.

Mental note: make sure to tell Tubbo how awful his tiny double is.

Jschlatt’s tiny double was actually really nice.

When Tommy had found him, he was open and kind. Tommy had immediately assumed it was a trap, but after getting to know him, it was quite the opposite. He was kind and caring, and all around an amazing father figure.

He was fine with being lifted up and carried, so they would often be seen together, working on one of Tommy’s new carrot farms with Schlatt perched on his shoulder. Honestly, it was like having a tiny parent hovering over you, worrying over your bruises or if you’ve eaten enough.

Tommy didn’t have the heart to tell him that was the most parental attention he’s received since he can remember.

One day, while working on the garden, Tommy had asked about tiny Technoblade. He didn’t know why, maybe it was all the wanted posters of his former brother. They had started appearing a few weeks ago, and though their last interaction was shit, he was still worried.

“Oh…..Techno?” Jschlatt asked, fidgeting from Tommy’s shoulder.

He grunted, pulling a few grown carrots out of the ground. He loved his farms, but they were hard work.

“He…..oh how do I say this in a nice way….”

“Just spit it out. I’m a big man, after all. I can take it!” Tommy said, piling the dirty carrots onto a wheelbarrow and puffing his chest out dramatically.

“Well…alright I’ll just say it. He died a long, long time ago.”

“…WHAT!?”

As it turns out, Tiny Techno is not very good at surviving. Jschlatt had admitted that before he had lost his third life, he had the survival instincts of a sheet of paper.

“Yeah, one time I saw him fall off a cliff while reading his chat. It wasn’t pretty, I think I used up all my healing potions on him.” He commented as Tommy brang the hose over to wash the carrots off.

That was certainly something he’d never expected to hear. The Blade DOES die, I guess

Later that day, after tiny Schlatt had said his goodbyes to Tommy, Tubbo had come by to visit.

Tommy had expected some news about Snowchester’s government, or maybe a new cookie recipe, but he was certainly not expecting Tubbo to start screaming bloody murder.

“TOMMY, WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!” He yelled, pacing around his little garden.

“ALL I WANTED WAS TO FIND MY FAVORITE PEN, I DROPPED IT BEHIND MY COUCH! I GO TO PICK IT UP, AND MY HAND TOUCHES SOMETHING WARM AND HAIRY. WARM. AND. HAIRY. I LOOK AT IT, AND THERES A TINY BLOND ME SITTING ON THE FLOOR HOLDING MY PEN. WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK.”

“Woah big man, calm down!” He handed Tubbo one of his nicer-looking carrots.

“Please, calm yourself, have a carrot.”

Tubbo absentmindedly took the carrot and sat down, munching away while still yelling about how the tiny person in his walls stole his pen.

Tommy, being the absolute dickhead he is, decided to call Tubbo crazy.

”Sorry Tubs, but I think you got one too many hits to the head. Tiny people living in your walls? That’s just crazy.” He shrugged, staring at the clouds above.

Tubbo bristled. “TOMMY WHAT THE HELL, YOU THINK IM LYING?!”

”Nah, I just don’t think you’re telling the truth” he smirked.

Tommy soon found a half eaten carrot thrown at his face, and rightfully so.

(I hope you enjoyed my weird crack-take on your prompt Bio. I had a lot of ideas for the story, including a lot more characters and cool game mechanics, but I didn’t know how to incorporate it all into the fic before the deadline. Im going to be on vacation for the next couple weeks, but if I find time I’d love to edit it and flesh it out more, maybe fix the pacing make it more enjoyable. have a great day! :] )

#mcyt g/t exchange #mcyt g/t #tommyinnit centric #tw swearing #tw food mention

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xiaomoxu · 4 years ago

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West Moon (坠月之宴) Chapter 1 Part.TWO

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️ A story from CN server which hasn’t been released in EN server. Contains detailed spoiler from the AU (Alternated Universe) - 坠月之宴 West Moon Story.

Read Part.ONE here

There’s some sub-chapter which full of battle stage so I didn’t put it here.

Stories under the cut-

Chapter 1-7

Across the wide square, I stood under the long steps in front of the Royal Association and looked up.

The blueish-white stairs kept going up, as if the end was invisible, and the uncut gray stone glowed with a faint phosphorescence under the sunlight.

I have passed by here many times, and I only took a look at this long step, which is said to be only climbed by a hidden person, but this time it was my turn to climb.

When I tried my best to reach the last step, the sun had already risen to the center.

Looking down from a high place, the long stairs are like flowing water down a bay, making it even more spectacular.

It's a pity that I'm too tired to appreciate it now.

MC: Phew, is this the Royal Association?

As soon as I walked in, I saw a group of young masters gathered together and whispered about something.

Young Hermit: Do you know? The demonized swordsman who arbitrated himself in the Three Dreams Square a few days ago, heard that he did not leave any hidden dust after his death, but simply disappeared!

Royal Hermit: You are well informed, do you know why?

The young hermit the crowd looked as old as I was. He smiled even more when he heard someone follow him.

Lu: I heard that this is not the first time this situation has occurred, but it was because of fear of panic.

Lu: That man, I heard that he also participated in the Battle of Demon Abyss three years ago. I don't know why he didn't turned into a demon.

Speaking of this, the people around were all embarrassed and sighed with emotion.

Royal Hermit: Maybe it's a trick! She's just a pawn in the army, for strength and power, it is not surprising to do such things.

Royal Hermit: It's just that there are more and more occultists demonized during this period, and there may be someone behind this.

Lu: Wait a minute...who are you?

Following his movements, dozens of eyes instantly turned towards me, who was standing on the side listening seriously.

I quickly pretended that I hadn't heard anything at first, and I looked at them curiously.

MC: Do you register here to join the association?

Lu: Join the association? You?

The young man obviously didn't put me in his eyes. He walked over and looked me up and down. He moved his head and was very disdainful.

Lu: Recently, there have been demonization incidents everywhere in the banquet. In order to prevent hidden inferiors with ulterior motives from entering, the association now only accepts referrals from registered masters.

MC: In that case, as long as there is a recommendation from the Imperial Hermit, it is enough?

In my eyes, I can see that he's thought that I had "ulterior motives".

Lu: Seeing you're so sweaty and out of breath, let's go back and practice again. Who wants to introduce you to the job? Listen to me, he is harming you!

MC: It's Gavin, do you know him?

Lu: Who are you talking about?

His eyes were wide open, as if he had heard something incredible.

MC: Gavin, he belongs to the Bai family. One of the three imperial hermit families, do you know?

*) Notes: I don’t know how should I translate his family name, so I put “Bai” as the original

MC: But he may not come often. Do any of you recognize him?

Lu: .....What, are you kidding?!

Lu looked at me strangely.

MC: Does anyone know him? Do I need any proof?

I frowned, somewhat inexplicable about this situation. Isn't Gavin a regular hermit?

When I hesitated to wonder if Gavin had a bad relationship, the crowd started to laugh.

Royal Hermit: The little girl lied and didn't write a letter! I'm afraid that she has been worshipping for a long time and has become a demon.

Royal Master: The young master of the Bai family has always been a dragon without seeing the end, and never had a close friendship with Master Association. How would you make a referral?

I listened to the whiteness in their mouths, and then I gradually found a familiar feeling.

MC: He is actually the same, he hasn't changed much...

I whispered, and he took the hidden symbol to the table and gave me an ultimatum.

Lu: Unless you play for nothing, we won't let you join!

The lingering sound of this remark hasn't fallen yet, and suddenly there is a loud voice.

The wind surging from outside the door raised the veil on my veil high, and my vision became blurred for a while.

I turned my head and looked, and saw the person we argued with, and the wind fell in front of my eyes.

Gavin looked at me and raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to ask why I am here.

I hurriedly stepped forward and pulled his sleeves and looked at the crowd.

MC: He is here, can I join now?

Everyone stared at Gavin blankly, and did not recover for a long time.

I looked at them and I was thankful that I was calm on the surface, but my heart was thumping.

Yesterday, Gavin had a vague attitude and did not agree to recommend me to join the Royal Association. Fortunately, I came today.

Gavin: What happened?

He turned his head to look at the young masters who did not dare to speak, and only Lu, who claimed to have seen Gavin, approached him.

Lu: Gavin, why are you here? It turns out that this is someone you know. Are you planning to introduce her to the association?

Gavin: Hm.

Seeing that he wanted to deny it in vain, I secretly tugged at his sleeve and turned my head to pray in a low voice.

MC: Allies, do you remember that we formed an alliance?

Gavin: I can be your referrer.

I didn't expect that he would agree so happily. After a while, there was no response yet, and it was indeed until the second half of his sentence.

Gavin: But you must promise me one more thing.

MC: One word is for sure! No more conditions are allowed.

I agreed in one fell swoop, for fear that he would repent, so I pulled him back and walked quickly with Lu.

The speed of "going through the back door" to complete the procedures was much faster than I thought. When Gavin said that I don't need to perform a hidden energy test, his eyes became more subtle.

Seeing those eyes, I felt a little guilty for a while. However.. Getting a job is the most important thing.

Gu Yu: This is your magic instrument and imperial talisman, please keep it.

The young boy who was in charge of the reception in the hall of the association showed a gentle smile and gave me the things I needed urgently.

With these two things, there will be no forbidden reasons, and the fragments can be found faster.

MC: Gavin, thank you for this time.

Although I was forced to agree to a condition, I expressed my sincere gratitude to him.

He responded, his eyes swept across the thing in my hand, and his voice was lowered.

Gavin: What are you going to do next?

MC: For the next thing, I still need time to prepare.

I remembered the unfinished thing three years ago and the ceremonial a few months later. I was silent for a moment and raised my smile to look at Gavin.

MC: If there is something that needs your help at that time, I will bother you for a favor.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes lightly.

Gavin: Of course, we are allies after all.

Chapter 1-8

After getting the promise from Gavin, the weight on my heart seemed to be lighter.

Walking out of the Royal Association, the translucent hidden stone at the door is still dark red, as deep as the whirlpool of a building, making people unable to see for a long time.

I remembered the conditions that Gavin asked me to promise earlier, and hurriedly asked him.

MC: What did you want me to promise?

Gavin stood with his arm folded, raised his eyebrows, but his tone was flat.

Gavin: I'll tell you when it's time for you to do it.

MC: You are really.... I didn't expect you to become such a person!

Thinking of how I promised casually, I regretted it.

Gavin: Hm? Then what kind of person do you think I should be?

MC: Justㅡ

I met his eyes fixed on me, but I didn't know what to say.

After all, at our age, three years is enough to make a person changed, but I missed it.

I still remember that Gavin three years ago, carrying that sword that no one would let anyone touch, was clearly still a young boy.

MC: I believe in what you are, and what I promised you, I will do it.

I raised my hand earnestly, looking at my movements, he was a little bit astonished, but he quickly reacted and gave me a high-five.

Gavin: You still have a lot of ideas.

Gavin chuckled. I don't know if the sun has softened the lines on his face, but I have found the feeling of the past.

Handing over to Gavin to say goodbye, I turned my head, and the long forgotten stairs appeared before my eyes again.

Why did the Royal Association want to build such a long stairs to ask for hardship? I secretly groaned in my heart, and when I watched Gavin on the side, I suddenly had an idea.

MC: Gavin, haven't I told you what my hidden energy is?

Gavin: .... is it dancing?

MC: No, dancing is not hidden energy, it's just the work of witches!

After being blocked by Gavin, I was a bit speechless, but saw him glance at me with a smile in his eyes.

Gavin: Okay, what is that?

I'm speechless for a while, don't turn a blind eye to him.

MC: ....Give me your hand.

Gavin's hand is much larger than mine, enough to hold my hand whole. He took my hand and looked up at me.

Gavin: And then?

His eyes were as clear as the wind with a smile, which made my heart a little confused.

I focused my mind, closed my eyes, and felt the cool, pure, morning breeze coming from the palms that were close to each other.

But there seems to be something uneasy lurking in the wind.

MC: Actually this is the first time I use this kind of hidden energy.

I whispered embarrassedly and opened my eyes. At the same time, the kingdom of wind, born out of thin air, surrounds us, gathering more and more.

The sudden sense of suspension under my feet made me nervously hold Gavin's hand, and the distance between us was also pushed closer by the wind.

MC: Can you use my abilities?

Gavin reacted quickly, but did not resist, but let me carefully try to use it.

MC: Well, I can borrow abilities through contact, but the other party must cooperate.

Gavin: Do you have to do this every time you use it?

His eyes fell on the hand we clasped together.

MC: No, as long as you touch it, anywhere is possible.

Gavin: Any place is ok?

Gavin lowered his voice, with some doubts in his eyes. However, his words fell in my ears, I always feel that something is wrong...

Suddenly I felt the warmth of these words, and there was a thud in my head, everything was messed up all of a sudden, and the wind that supported us also broke away in an instant.

Oh No!

I exclaimed, my body fell back uncontrollably, but was supported by a strong arm, and I fell into a windy embrace unexpectedly.

Gavin seemed to be a little puzzled by my reaction, but didn't ask too much. After taking over, I started to only use hidden energy.

Gavin: Ready?ㅡ

Gavin's voice just fell, and the silent wind steadily supported us....

The wind that I had struggled to control before now became extremely warm, leading us to go up quickly.

The building of the association quickly became smaller in my eyes. The long steps shone in the light, and gradually changed from a river to a creek.

The wind in mid-air hits my face with a coolness, and the scene in front of me is open and far away, which feels refreshing and makes me a little scared.

MC: Have you ever thought about what to do if you fall?

I tried to chat with him to relieve the inexplicable panic in my heart.

Gavin: Why the sudden thought?

Gavin said it quite naturally, as if he had never really worried about this issue. I looked at his expression, it was a relaxed look that I had never seen before.

His eyes stretched, the scattered strands of hair curled up in the wind, and even the corners of his lips seemed to show a soft smile, which made my heart move.

So, flying is such a happy thing?

Compared to both feet, the extra long steps were quickly passed by the wind.

Gavin took me to a stop on the square in front of the long steps, and released the arm that hold me.

The feeling of stepping on the ground again is still a little light, and I still feel a little regretful in my heart. I don't know if I still have a chance to fly again.

Gavin: Well, see you next time?

MC: Huh, what?

I was still immersed in the feeling of flying into the air, and I couldn't get back to my senses. Gavin looked at me, amused, helped me lift my hood.

Gavin: There are so many people here, I will go first,

Seeing Gavin turn around, and once again leap up the steps behind me by the wind, his figure quickly disappeared.

MC: ....When I see you next time, please come up with something that you want me to do.

Chapter 1-10

MC: I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to be an imperial master.

On this day, I first went to a few contact points to hand over the name tag, and then did the task of getting started with the master of the hermit, and received a monthly assessment form.

After finally being officially listed and got work, it is almost time for curfew.

There was no one on the street, and with closed doors, I walked towards the wine shop.

MC: !

Suddenly, I felt an extremely familiar and dangerous force, and my heartbeat stopped, almost asphyxiated.

That was the power I felt just before I fell on the high platform three years ago

That is the hand that stretched out to me from behind...

I squatted down slowly against the wall, hugged my knees tightly, and panted desperately to keep myself calm.

It took a long time for the pain that was almost a dull knife to cut the flesh before falling asleep and the flying power eased. I bit my lip tightly, and my palms were sweating unconsciously.

I will never forget this feeling!

I stood up and followed this force without a doubt.

Gradually chasing to the depths of the alley, a red lantern suddenly floated in the dark.

The faint red light of the lantern fell on the ground, and there was no sound on all sides, followed by my sight.

I used to hear people say that the banquet has a black market called "Dark Moon Set". The location changes at any time, and only a red lantern is hung when the market opens.

Yandu's Dark Moon Collection, they are doing ugly business

Smugglers, murderers, and surreptitious.. The unheard of rare treasures and secret techniques are all circulated here. They are never thought of and cannot be bought.

Someone was crying in the depths of the alley, and I felt a cloud in my heart, and I couldn't help but walk over.

The dark night was deep and the trees were full of shadows. Except for a little light covering them, there was only darkness left.

??: Move, quick.

??: Please...let me go.

A low male voice urged impatiently, and the shadow on the wall spread violently, like a hand, and the whimpering begging for mercy suddenly weakened.

Blood splattered on the wall, the shivering figure gradually fell, and the man triumphantly pinched something on his fingertips.

I can't help but move forward, wanting to see what he is holding.

The blood-stained spar glowed strangely in the night. The man looked at the spar and laughed with satisfaction.

??: The harvest is not bad.

??: Move faster and don't leave your feet behind.

The shape of the man’s fingertips was almost unfamiliar, and my breath shook involuntarilyㅡ

What he holds in his hand is obviously a hidden stone!

The hidden stone and the hidden crystal on my chest are from the same origin. The hidden crystal on my chest is the only one in the world, and I have it when I was born. The hidden stone can be collected near the abyss of the same home.

The hidden stone can enhance the power of the hidden person, and has always been the most precious resource. It has been managed by the Royal Association supervised by the court.

If you are found to sell hidden stones privately, you will be punished by capital.

I accidentally kick the stone.

The sound of rolling down can be heard clearly in the empty dark alley

??: Who? Come out!

What to do?

The man's footsteps gradually approached, and when I was approaching my hiding place, there was a sudden sound above my head.

A crystal clear glass glass slid past my eyes, and it was exploded into pieces on the ground mixed with the depressive liquor.

But the shards of colored glaze stayed in the air, even the crimson wine was condensed into the shape of droplets, and the shadow of the man on the wall froze in a weird manner.

This isㅡ

??: Go.

I raised my head.

Above the high wall, a small window was still lit and illuminated by the light, showing a vague figure.

The person's voice was as cold as water, beyond doubt, I suppressed my doubts and ran out of the alley without thinking too much.

I ran all the way back to the main street. When I couldn't run, there was a faint sound of debris falling to the ground.

When I looked back, the city was silent, and the light in that window dimmed, hiding in the deep night.

The wind blows the trees, everything is back to normal again, what happened just now, everything seems to be just my illusion.

I looked at the fallen leaf falling in my palm, as if holding a broken clue, a wave of unwillingness and melancholy rose in my heart.

It's just that the night is getting dark, so I closed my eyes and tighten my cloak, and didn't dare to stay any longer, and walked straight to Three Dreams Square.

What I didn't see was that a child appeared in the shadow of the alley.

He stared at the shadow that gradually disappeared at the end of the road in the distance, showing an expression of indifference that did not match his age.

The child took out a gray homing pigeon and let it into the air.

The homing pigeon flaps its wings and flies towards the depths of the building after the building, disappearing into the night sky,

Chapter 1-11

After running all the way back to the backyard of the wine shop, I locked the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Had it not been for the kind-hearted man in the restaurant to help secretly, it would have been inevitable just now.

I shook my head, swept away the various thoughts, sat down in the courtyard pavilion, poured myself a glass of wine, and reconsidered the magic qin

From the outside, this qin couldn't be more ordinary.

Although I was sure that the fragments were in it, I was holding the qin upside down for a long time, and there was no trace of fragments.

I looked at the qin in front of me with some discouragement, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in my mind.

The strings rang, and the clank sound steamed away like water, and I was swept back by a force, and the scene in front of me was turned upside down in an instant!

Consciousness breaks away from the body and gets involved in that qinㅡ

A smell that belongs solely to the battlefield rushed over, with blood mixed in the sand and dust, as well as demonic energy everywhere.

This isㅡ a magic wave!

I looked at the blood-stained knife in my hand and the armor of the West Moon female soldier on me, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

A gun suddenly flew past my eyes, and a young soldier in heavy armor struggling to get up, was pierced in the chest in an instant.

His blood just hit my face, and I couldn't help but shake.

The screams of repair, the sound of mourning, the warhorse. The remains of humans and demons will fill the trenches in history, and the two soldiers trampled past, smashing their swords with their red eyes.

I looked at the tragedy before me, my throat seems to be tightly choked.

??: Why are you stupefying!

There was a loud shout from behind, and when I was thrown down, I saw a front half coming through the air firmly nailed to the person behind me.

Looking back again, the soldier who rescued me just now was covered in blood.

MC: what happened to you?

He rode and coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, and dropped his head in my arms

MC: Demon Abyss...Battlefield.... Why am I here?

I looked up and couldn't see the bridge of Linyuan in the distance, and suddenly remembered

While wandering around the market today, many storytellers in teahouses and pubs were talking about the "Linyuan Battle" that suffered heavy casualties three years ago.

My heart jumped, it seemed to understand, I seemed to be taken by the magic qin into another person's body, and this person...

I don't know who screamed sternly, and the rout soldiers could be seen everywhere, throwing their helmets and armor, and fleeing in all directions.

On the bridge of Linyuan, a tall figure pulled a weapon, and stood up covered in blood.

The robe under the armor was hunted and raised in the wind. He wiped the blood from his lips, raised his head, and saw the soldiers on the hillside in the distance draw their bows towards him.

The military division shouted hoarsely, suddenly the voice was sad and angryㅡ

The major general has become a demon, and only by killing him, we can go home!

He closed his eyes, his face was tired, and he slowly clenched his sword.

Countless arrows were shot at him with black pressure, and the sound of war drums sounded again.

The sound of the wind is like the roar of the ancient gods, coming from the end of the vast world, rolling up the gravel and flying sand that cover the sky and the sun.

The well-trained cavalry soon got ready again, all raised their guns, and only waited for the drums to stop, they rushed to surround him.

He turned around, blank in his red eyes.

At this moment, the mountains on both sides of the Demon Abyss shook, raising layers of yellow sand.

The wind is getting more and more violent, the scenes on both sides are involved in chaos, and another scene emerges like a production building in the sea.

Amidst the twisted flying sand and walking stones, the stretch of the cliff collapsed, and the soldiers and horses ran around in panic.

I suddenly remembered that in the mouths of the storytellers at the market, a general made great achievements at a young age, but he soon fell into a demon.

It is really sad.

When I raised my eyes to try to see his face clearly, he had already turned and walked towards Demon Abyss.

Looking at his back, I don't know why, a deep pain suddenly surged in my chest.

In just a moment, my consciousness attached to this real body was once again swept away by a powerful force.

The wailing of war horses and the sound of desperate fighting gradually disappeared from the ears, and the picture in front of them quickly receded, leaving only a piece of whiteness.

My legs were weak and I slumped on the ground.

My chest was still rubbed tightly by an inexplicable sorrow, and in front of me were the afterimage of the man on the lonely bridge in the abyss, and the blood-stained armor on his body.

I remember, the storyteller seems to have mentioned...

The major general who walked towards the demon realm and never returned, his name isㅡ

Those three words were stuck in my throat, and when I was about to remember, the magic qin on the table suddenly rang.

MC: !

I saw a burst of dark red evil spirits floating on the qin, rising into the air, and hitting me.

Chapter 1-12

The backyard of the wine shop is bright and clean. I was in a panic, and breathed a little, I still had the chance of being attacked by the magic qin.

It turns out that there is a demon in this qin, but I don't know. I bite the tip of my tongue tightly, and my trance thoughts quickly gathered in the sharp pain.

... not a dream.

Even if I closed my eyes, the figure of the major general could not help appearing in the pitch-black vision.

Victor.

I remember, this is his name.

Is the current king of the Demon Territory the major general? I don’t know how the relationship between the two clans has been during the years I slept.

However, the soldiers under the devil are regarded as enemies. Even if they become the devil, they must have an unwillingness to let go.

The fragments of hidden crystals that fell outside, the bell that I heard when I fell from the stage three years ago, the invisible hand, and the memory of this belonging to someone else...

The intricate clues are intertwined in my mind, and the location is not clear.

The predicament in front of me has not been clearly thought out yet, but the sleepiness gradually hit me.

No matter what, go to sleep firstㅡ

When a person can't figure out what to do, they should honestly wait until he wakes up before asking the master.

The empty wine steamed down on the table and turned around, and I closed my eyes in fatigue.

...

The night was dark, just when everything was silent, the magic qin on the table suddenly moved slightly.

The dark body of the qin glowed with a cold and gloomy light, and under the vast moonlight, a red-clothed human figure floated out of the body.

Suddenly there was a greenery in the courtyard, and the shadows of the trees and the bamboo leaves shook slightly.

Someone inadvertently changed the bamboo wind to solve the problem, worrying about being in the ink painting.

He raised his sleeves and flipped his hands, and hold the floating fuzzy human figure back into the qin.

That man made a fierce and gentle movement, and the strings only rang softly.

The girl on the bed moved her finger slightly and turned over, but did not wake up.

He looked down at the girl in his sleep, his eyes dark and deep.

The human figure who was imprisoned by the qin struggled unwillingly twice, making noises in the silence, and then quieting down again.

He turned and stared at the qin, his brows restored as indifferently as before.

Mysterious Man: It's not time for you to play yet.

-----END OF CHAPTER 1-----

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