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midnight-mourning · 14 days ago

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Up on the Housetop

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 20❄️❄️

mmmm i enjoyed the chaos of this one, it's still fluffy and sweet, but I will admit i went for a bit of gremlin sillies with it, hope you enjoy ^-^

Prompt: Had a funny idea. DCA believes Santa is real (programming so he doesn't spoil it for kids), and won't let reader downstairs on Christmas Eve (reader is trying to put out presents lol) Or alternatively, he knows but is just being difficult/is trying to do his own Santa stuff

Word Count: 1330

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You loved Sun, you really did. His sense of humor, his pleasant demeanor, how affectionate he was, and so much more. You cared about him a lot, so much, really. Moon as well, of course, but Moon wasn't currently causing you problems. For once.

You see, tomorrow was Christmas, and at this point, you still had a lot to do. Mainly, because you only had half the presents out, the rest had been hidden away, along with stocking stuffers and the likes. For one reason and one reason only; Santa hadn't come yet.

More specifically, you had to go down and put everything out under the guise of it being Santa and not you. Why? Because the attendant stills believes in Santa Claus, and you'd be damned if you were going to let anything get in your way of keeping that myth up for them.

And that included the attendant themself.

However, it was Sun that was the sole problem causer tonight, standing in front of you, hands on his hips as he blocks your access to downstairs.

Your own arms are crossed, frown matching up with the strained smile on his visage. You thought he was charging. But it seemed the moment you snuck out to get things done, he was right behind you, hand on your shoulder as you were about go down the steps.

After determining that you were up to no good, he all but pushed you back into the bedroom, you protesting all the while.

Now, you were at a stalemate. He was refusing to let you pass, and you were refusing to go to bed. If only you hadn't left the tree on downstairs, the light it provided was just enough to keep him out and not Moon. He at least was easy to bribe.

"Friend. This is ridiculous." He waves to the roof. "Santa could be here at any moment and you're awake!"

You huff. "So are you, Sunny. I just need to go downstairs for a second, then I'll be right up to bed, I promise."

"I can't allow you to do that. What if he's already down there and we don't know!"

You shake your head. "If he's already been then I won't even look in the living room, I promise."

"I can't trust your word! Not after you betrayed my trust today." He crosses his arms to mimic you, chin turned up.

You pinch your brow. "It was just a snowball fight, Sun."

"Just a snowball fight—" He splutters as you put a hand up to stop him.

"All's fair in love and war, how was I supposed to know that you actually thought I didn't have any left." You think for a moment, then point your finger at him. "And last I checked, you pulled the exact same stunt by kissing me as a distraction!"

His rays flick, faltering a moment before muttering in agreement. "I suppose that's true. But nevertheless, my decision is final. Now I suggest you go back to bed before I make you. And you know how much I hate bedtime."

"This is my house!" You protest, stepping closer to him so you're only a few feet apart. "I should be allowed to go down the stairs of my own home."

"What do you need so badly that'd you risk ruining Christmas for?"

You lift a finger. "First of all, not trying to ruin Christmas. Second of all,"—you can't think of a reason, shoot—"It's none of your business.

Sun bends to your height, gaze narrowed. "Oh, but I think it is, Sunshine. Unless you can give me a truly valid reason, you will not be going downstairs."

You stare at him, squinting in simmering frustration. His rays tick once, twice, otherwise inmoving.

You make a run for it, and get caught instantly. Your legs are kicking and flailing as Sun marches you away from the stairs and back towards the bedroom. The second he sets you down again, you trying run again, and almost succeed, getting halfway down the steps.

The more this goes on, the more feral you both become.

Eventually though, you both get tired, and somehow end up sitting in the middle of the hallway, sitting cross-legged across from each other. Sun is still blocking your access to the stairs, and you're getting very tired of it.

"It's almost midnight." You state.

Sun nods. "That it is."

"Bet you Santa's already stopped by." You quip.

He shrugs. "Maybe so, but that's even more reason to stay upstairs then so to not ruin tomorrow."

You groan, laying back on your back. "Work with me here, Sunny. I'm begging." You throw your hands up. "I'll do whatever you want if you just let me downstairs for five minutes. Please."

"I'm sorry, Starlight. But the answer is still no. I can't have you disturbing Santa."

You, for the briefest of moments, consider telling him the truth, but swallow that thought immediately. While yes, he's being incredibly annoying, ruining his fun, for the purpose of trying to make his fun, was silly. Besides, it's not like shocking him would be enough to—

A new thought crosses your mind. A devious one. One that might just work.

You sit up, eyeing the animatronic across from you with caution. Then, you scoot a little closer to him. You see him tense ever so slightly. You scoot again, and again, until your knees are knocking against each other now.

He tilts his head, obviously suspicious. Good. You think this wouldn't work nearly as well if he wasn't.

You put both hands on his shoulders and lean in.

At first you just sit there, breath hot against his faceplate. Your eyes flick up to his, his pupils flick down to you. You chuckle, and with as much passion as you can muster close the gap—

And blow a raspberry against his cheek.

You jump to your feet as he sits there, utterly confused, and rush downstairs.

"Hey!" You here behind you, metal footsteps bounding after you. "That was uncalled for!"

You become a snickering mess as you race into the living room. You don't know how you're going to put out presents with him behind you but you'll worry about that later, just enjoying the victory at the moment.

"I disagree, I think it was a great... tactic..."

The living room is filled with presents. Not just the ones that you'd put out earlier in the month. You turn, and see your stocking is filled, and the cookies you'd put out are crumbled, milk half gone.

"There's no way..." You mutter, hand going to your hair. "That's impossible."

As you're dealing with the idea that you might be the subject of some weird reverse home invasion, or that Sants might actually be real, a hand rests on your shoulder. You look up as Sun sighs at the sight, then tilts his head down to you, eyes crinkling.

"Well, Merry Christmas, Sunshine."

You blink. It clicks. "I, what, you, how,"—you shake your head—"You were faking?!"

"Yes, I was hoping you wouldn't find out this way. I know how hard you were trying to keep up the act for us."

"Moon too?" You can't believe it. All that work, for nothing.

Sun's arms wrapping around you, bending so that you're almost eye to eye. "We appreciated it, we really did! But we also wanted to surprise you and it became this, jumbled mess instead." He looks away then.

"Hey." You reach your hand up to direct his attention back to you. "What you did was sweet, just shocking is all. I wouldn't have been trying so hard if I'd known."

His forehead presses to yours as he chuckles. "Guess we're both just a couple of silly excuses for Santa then."

"Seems that way." You kiss him once. "I think I'm alright with that though."

Sun pulls you closer as you giggle, kissing you again himself.

"Me too."

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Thank you for the silly little request @twomanypockets!! As you can see i had a bit of fun with it, thought a combo/sneaky reveal fit very well hehe

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eustasskidagenda · 1 year ago

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hello im so excited that your ask box is open and youre taking requests! i dont request things often, so this might be a but of a weird concept, and i apologize if its too detailed. however the idea literally wont leave me alone. orz;;

maybe eustass kid has a crush on a somewhat reserved reader whose slow to open up and he hasnt quite realized thats what hes feeling until they stop on an island and meet readers childhood friend. they show a whole new side of themself with said friend by laughing openly, making stupid jokes, being much more physically affectionate. basically reader acts close with an old friend and kid gets jealous about it.

i dont mind if you do a oneshot, drabble, or headcanon, im just curious about your thoughts on this :3 thank you so much and i hope you have a great day!

Hello dear anon! Sure, I'm always happy to write for my pookie. It was fun to write, and it makes me smile a bit because Kid is such a mess, I love this angry tulip. Hope it will match your expectations. ☆

☆Kid with a s/o slow to open up

CW : g/n reader, a bit of cursing but fluff overall

WC : 700

Kid has always been loud. Whenever he's angry, he needs to shoot at someone. What can he say? His heart is filled with emotions, boiling and exploding like a thousand sparks. That's why you're a mystery. Always calm. Not letting others know what's on your mind. What makes you so quiet? He can't tell.

Just like the moon and the sun, you are polar opposites. And yet, as the sun always chases the moon, he's always looking after you. And he's everything, but not discreet. Asking loudly for almost all of his crew what they think about you and why you are so reserved.

Sure, he's used to introverted folks. Killer is one of them. But here's the difference: he can second-guess every word, thought, and breath of his best friend. He could probably achieve all of his sentences. And even through the mask, Kid could also guess the exact expression on Killer's face.

Killer, who is likely aware that Kid has a small crush on you.

Kid is genuinely frustrated. Loudly frustrated, obviously. He needs to feel in control of everything and hates when he doesn’t have a full-understanding. Usually, he fails to notice reserved people because he's taking all the attention. But there's something about you: your slight smiles, the flash in your eyes, the way you're always listening to others but never talk about yourself. He can't tell why, but it keeps his mind alert.

Perhaps you pose a bit of a challenge. Kid would never give two flying fucks about you if you were easy to see through. He's always looking after you because you're still a mystery. Sure, at the beginning, it was just to try to figure out who you really are. But now, it turned into something bigger. He hasn't noticed it yet, that’s all. Kid sucks with feelings. Feelings are actually something he hates because they make him feel weak. It puts his loved one in danger. Showing your weaknesses to enemies is a foolish move, Kid knows that perfectly.

However, everything is about to change. He decided to stop on that island for the day. For the first time, you asked to avoid robbery or harming anyone around.

"Ugh, we're pirates, y/n" Kid doesn't want to look like a nice guy. He's a tough, rude pirate. He has a reputation to uphold. For him, the only good way to open a path is by violent means. Kindness? For what? If he's still alive today, it's because he toughened up and decided to never show mercy to anyone.

"Fine, fine, I won't kill those people." Heavy sighs. But he wants to understand. He needs to understand. And finally, he's about to understand.

Because suddenly, you're smiling heartily and running towards those scumbag strangers. What. The. Fuck. It's like seeing the sun after an eternity of blizzards and grey clouds. You're a bright light, a true sunshine. A burst of joy. You're joking, laughing, talking, and talking a lot. You never said more than two sentences in front of him, and now you're chatting endlessly with those strangers and hugging all of them.

He's pissed off. Are those random people with terrible sense of style and ugly make-up better than him? The great Eustass "Captain" Kid? No way.

"Guys, here's my captain, Kid. Kid, here are my childhood best friends."

Kid's face is a mess of angry scowls and boiling with frustration when they say hello. Why aren't you smiling as warmly when you're with him? Why is his heart pounding so hard, almost painfully in his chest? And damn, is it the cold or are his cheeks completely red?

Poor Kid is both flushed and flustered. His first reflex is always exploding when he feels something. "Do you have a problem with me?" Barking through gritted teeth.

He's ruining the happy-shitty mood and he doesn't care.

So now, try to explain that you don't have a problem with him. Good luck, he's very stubborn. But once he's more or less calmed (because he's still pissed off), he still can't understand why his heart is racing at the sight of your soft, warm smile.

He wants to see that side of you more often. He wants to be part of those privileged people allowed to know the real you.

Yes, maybe he has a crush on you.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid #one piece requests #eustass kidd x reader #eustass x reader #eustass captain kidd #one piece x y/n #one piece x you

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panpanghost · 2 months ago

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Part 5 of this (Working on the name!)

_"Wukong?" Shit. "Where are you going?" Macaque asked, catching Wukong dressing up,

_"Uuuuuuh... Nowhere important. There's a place that I think might have some info about the crown so I'm going to check it." Please don't ask anymore questions.

_"You won't take me with you?" You're lying, we always go together, wherever you're going is definitely dangerous.

_"Don't take this the wrong way, I know you're strong, you are, it's just- it's safer for you to stay here this time."

_"Safer for me to be in the only place where everyone knows I'll be." Macaque raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Without my powers. And without you?"

_"I hate it when you do that. But for your information, MK will be here soon and I've put a couple barriers around the house."

_"More like a couple thousand."

_"Point is, as long as you stay inside, there's nothing to worry about. I'll also leave a couple of clones around the island."

Macaque took a minute to consider,

_"Wait- MK? Your successor?"

_"Yup. I know he doesn't look it but he's really strong."

_"Despite the fact that I still can't believe you have a successor, I can't use my glamour, and I don't want him to see me like this."

_"Why? You're gorgeous." Wukong said with absolute certainty, not even a hint of doubt in his voice.

_"Wukong." he gave him a blank look. I'm not, I'm hideous. You're the only person who believes that. But those words did manage to make Macaque's heart flutter.

_"I know you don't want anyone to see you," Me neither, "That's why I told him to stay outside and keep a look out. He won't come in and you won't go out. It'll only be for a few hours." I promise I'll be back soon.

Macaque took a few deep breaths thinking, the last time I let him leave on his own he came back miraculously alive, I can still smell the sent of copper and ash that came out of him, I couldn't even recognise him. His sight broke my heart, I almost broke down crying in front of him, I still can't believe I was able to clean him and put him in bed. I can't let him leave on his own, but... In my condition, I'm a reliability, I'll only slow him down or even worse... He shouldn't leave...

_"Can't you send someone else? What about the kid?"

_"This is way too important to make it a training mission. I won't feel at ease until I've seen this through." I can't let MK find out how to break the spell, he'll definitely do everything in his powers to remove the crown, I can't let that happen.

_"You don't have to." Macaque stepped closer to Wukong, "I don't want you to leave."

The look on Macaque's face almost broke Wukong and made rethink his choice, he was looking at him as if he'd break apart the second Wukong left his side.

Wukong stared into his eyes for a second, something in his stomach twisted at the sight of the scar on his moon's eye and the crown.

After a moment, Wukong opened his arms and hugged Macaque close to his chest, nuzzling his face into the dark furr on his love's neck.

_"I can't." He finally said, I can't lose you again.

Macaque didn't say anything, just hugged Wukong tighter, curse this crown for taking away his sun.

_"Promise me you'll stay out of trouble." he knows there's no way to change his mind now,

_"I promise I'll try."

_"Wukong." Macaque said glaring at Wukong,

_"I'll be fine, I promise I'll be back by morning." Wukong said as convincing as he could.

Macaque didn't answer for a second, just looked into Wukong's eyes for a moment before finally giving a defeated sigh,

_"Fine, but if you don't come back by morning, I'll leave the mountain and search for you."

_"Alright, let's discuss this when we get to it."

_"I'm serious."

_"I know, I'm sorry, you know how I get under pressure." Wukong said smiling, I'll have to put a couple barriers to keep him in before I leave.

_"The kid is coming." Macaque said leaving Wukong's arms to cold, and walking to the window.

_"I'll go meet him. Don't worry, he'll stay outside." Wukong said walking out.

_"Be careful." When Macaque said that Wukong stopped in his track, turned and rushed back to him.

It took Macaque by surprise when Wukong aggressively hugged him again and kissed his forehead, "I will." he breathed out, then let go and left with a big grin on his face.

Macaque stood there dumbfounded. A little smile creeped up his face. Idiot.

_"MK! Good to see you bud!" Wukong said as he caught MK walking to the house.

_"Monkey king!" MK's heart jumped until he figured it was his mentor coming to great him, "You look good." MK let out as his eyes landed on him.

He wasn't lying, there was something about Monkey king that looked... How can he describe it? He looked brighter... He already had this captivating energy but now it wasn't intimidating just... comforting somehow.

_"I don't know what you're talking about I always look good, but thanks anyway." Wukong said ruffling MK's hair. Still, in the back of his mind, he knew it's because his moon had been taking care of him, he's also been sleeping so damn well next to Macaque. He does feel the best.

_"Where's Macaque?" MK asked looking around, internally praying he won't come up out of nowhere and scare him.

_"Yeeeeeeeh, about that." Wukong scratched the back of his head, "He's inside the house but a little friendly advice, don't go in there."

_"Why?"

_"He's been pretty down lately, and by down I mean insufferable. He is driving me crazy. So I suggest you don't bother him so much. Or you'll become his next target."

_"Ok." MK answered, a little scared. "I won't bother him. But where are you going?"

_"I think I have an idea where I can find more info."

_"You're going alone?" has he learned nothing from the past?!

_"Just a quick in'n'out. I'll be back by tomorrow."

_"Wouldn't it be better if I go with you?"

_"I get what you're saying but Macaque needs you more, I barely managed to convince him to let you 'watch over the mountain while I'm gone'." Wukong spoke putting his hands on MK shoulders and a wink. He can't know Moon lost his powers.

_"You can count on me." MK gave him an understanding and proud smile. He'll take care of everyone, including Macaque, no, especially Macaque.

(I realised this au doesn't have a name yet, so any and all suggestions are welcome. ^^)

(P.S. I'm sorry if this au doesn't get an ending, I'm honestly trying to come up with new parts but it's frustrating how much I write then delete chapters that I've worked on for hours. I literally just deleted an entire part because I had a new idea that was slightly better than the old one and I still don't know how to move on with it T^T)

edit: part 6

#macaque #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach

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madhatterbri · 1 year ago

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Hanging or a Wedding? | Hangman A.P.

Summary: You agree to marry the Sheriff in order to save the Hangman.

Author's Note: Western AU. This is a stand alone from the others that can be found here. ❤️ Merry Christmas babes.

Please find my other Hangman fics here.

Starring: Bryan Danielson, Hangman Adam Page and Swerve Strickland.

"You are a traitor to the great state of Texas. It will be such a treat watching you hang," Sheriff Danielson sneered ensuring to draw a reaction from the crowd that formed around them. The Hangman was dragged towards the jail with a rope around his neck. His hands were tied around his back making him an easy prey.

Men watched as the famous Hangman Adam Page was led to jail. The rich were happy that a man that stole from them was finally being put away. The Hangman hung his head in shame hoping a certain woman wouldn't see him. His curly locks fell over his face. He silently prayed to himself that she wasn't around.

"What's going on?" You asked pushing past the crowd. Sheriff Danielson stopped. The guards pulled the rope around Hangman's neck to make him stop as if he was a leashed dog. Adam didn't dare look up at you. He didn't want to see the hurt in your eyes.

"Justice, my dear. Once and for all we will be witnessing this man hang for all his crimes against the great people of Texas," Danielson answered. He ushered for his guards to continue their task at hand.

"No, you can't," you begged. Your pleading fell on deaf ears. The Sheriff wanted this more than anything. A lingering question he asked you suddenly popped in your mind. Your freedom in exchange for the Hangman. It just had to work. "Wait!"

"Now what for?" Sheriff Danielson asked. He stepped up to you. His one eye bore into yours. The horrid smell of his cologne danced with your nose. You had to swallow the bile that shot up your throat.

"If you promise me that you won't hurt the Hangman, I will marry you," you bargained. The words felt heavier out loud than when you thought of them.

"No," Adam grunted. His head shot up to look at you. You gasped at the damage he took at the hands of the sheriff and guards. A mixture of green and purple bruises formed on his cheeks. A bright shiner covered his eye. His bottom lip busted open.

Sheriff Danielson smiled. He asked you several moons ago to marry him. It seemed like now he was finally getting his wish. A hanging and a wedding all in one day. The Governor will surely be pleased with his work.

"Of course, my dear, as you wish," he promised. The sinister look in his eye sparkled. He knew he had to sweeten the deal in front of Adam. Anything to make the Hangman suffer. "As long as you vow to give yourself to me every night,"

"I will," you replied quickly fearing the lawman would change his mind. Tears sprung to your eyes yet you blinked them back. You took a few steps back and started to walk away. A string of curses towards the sheriff flew from the tip of Adam's tongue. The sheriff punched the prisoner in the ribs. He doubled over in pain and stopped his antics.

"Let everyone know that before the day is out we will have a wedding or a hanging," Sheriff Danielson shouted. The crowd cheered as you pushed past them.

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Hours later Adam found himself on the gallows. A rope tightly fastened around his neck. The rope around his wrists burned him from constsntly trying to be free. The executioner did nothing but gloat about how he was honored to be the one to kill him. The prisoner was about to give him a piece of his mind until he saw you.

Your white wedding dress swayed in the wind as the sun started to set behind you. Streaks of orange, pink, and yellow colored the night sky. He always had this vision in his head. The two of you marrying when he was ready to finally settle down. Now he knew he would never get the chance to keep his promise to you.

You walked slowly to the sheriff as he waited at the podium. Flowers hung loosely in your arms. Your face said it all. You regretted ever agreeing to do this. The sheriff remarked on your beauty despite the fact that you were clearly not happy. He took your hand ready to start the ceremony.

A swinging noose swaying lazily in the wind made you look up. A person was standing on the gallows. You shrieked at the realization that it was the Hangman.

"I agreed to your terms. You said you wouldn't hurt him!" You pleaded frantically. "Release him this instant,"

"I will do no such thing. This is just in case you change your mind. Do not be the reason he dies,"

The sheriff ushered for the priest to start the ceremony. Your mind drifted off once he started talking. You watched the Hangman envisioning it was him you were marrying. Maybe in another life. Your future husband pinched your palm to get your attention.

"Do you, Sheriff Danielson, take Y/N to be your lawful wedded wife, to love and to hold in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

Sheriff Danielson turned to you. A wicked smile pressed on his face. He wanted to revel in this a little longer. His greatest adversary was glaring daggers at him from the gallows. He was marrying the girl that stole his heart at first glance. Life couldn't get sweeter. "I do,"

"And do you, Y/N, take the noble sheriff to be your lawful wedded husband to love and to hold in sickness and in health til death do you part?"

This was it for you. The moment of truth was here. Your life would surely be over if you gave yourself to him. You hesitated much to the sheriff's disdain. He let out an irritated sigh.

"Remember what happens if you don't say I do," he reminded. The executioner yanked down on the rope causing Adam to lifted up. He gagged and gasped for air. His toes struggled to touch the ground. Just as quickly, he let the rope go. Adam coughed and took deep breaths to get his bearing back.

A man suddenly stood behind Adam and the executioner. You recognized him immediately. He wore a long black tail coat jacket and black brim hat. His shirt and pants matched the color of his jacket. Strickland, the Hangman's greatest enemy, had a knife in his hands. You watched in horror thinking he would kill Hangman. To your delight, he cut the part of the rope above the Hangman's head allowing him to be free.

"Never," You spoke through gritted teeth and slid your hand away from the sheriff. The sheriff turned to see Swerve Strickland helping Hangman out of his binds. He appeared to be ready for a fight.

The crowd gasped seeing another lawbreaker in their town. Majority of the people attending the wedding were wealthy. They didn't need any trouble. Word would surely spread that Swerve and the Hangman were now working together. This would cause the poors to riot against the rich. The crowd dispersed back to their home.

Adam stared at the sheriff. Danielson put his arms up as if to surrender. The sheriff and his men backed away until they bumped into horses tied to a post. Without many options, they mounted the horses and ran before any blood could be spilled.

You ran up to the gallows and wrapped your arms around the Hangman's neck. He scolded you beggjng you to never do that again. His eyes stared intently at Swerve. Adam wasn't born yesterday. He knew this alliance would never last.

"Why? You could have finally got rid of me," Adam asked. Their rivalry having last since they were teenagers. "The whole state of Texas could have been yours,"

"I didn't do it to be your friend. I want to be the one that kills you, got it?" Swerve asked. The Hangman pursed his lips yet smirked and nodded. "Try not getting caught again. I don't know if I will save you in time,"

#fanfiction #imagine #aew #hangman adam page x y/n #hangman adam page x you #hangman adam page x reader #hangman adam page #swerve strickland #western #western au #bryan danielson

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that-norse-pagan · 8 months ago

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Low Energy and Accessable Deity Work

I've gotten a few DMs now that inspired me to make this post- Thank you All who asked, I love getting post inspiration !

I know not every Norse worshipper (including myself!) does not always have time to put full efforts into their work. I personally am disabled and sometimes I am in and out of hospitals, as well as simply don't have the energy to keep up! Sometimes my altars sit dusty for months.

I want to start by saying Deities are forgiving. While some have seemed frustrated with me before, they always end up settling back into routine with me in time. I tend to start by dusting off and cleaning the altar when I have the time and energy, as well as give an offering and prayer. The short of it is-

Modern Life gets busy. You get Busy. You get sick. They understand. They won't hold it against you or abandon you.

Now for the actual advice! (Sorry for the long intro 😅)

APPS:

I find apps to be incredibly helpful when I don't have the energy to do a full workup to my worship. There are apps that you can draw and read tarot cards from, apps to track moon phases, apps for runes, all of it! Some of my most useful FREE apps I'll list below. (Not Sponsered)

Daff Moon- this app can track the cycles of the moon down to the percentage! It also tracks sun rises and sets, planetary alignment, and other astronomical events! When I can't do my research for moon phases in the coming days or weeks, this app is very helpful.

Runic Formulas- This one is SUPER useful to me personally. I don't always have energy to throw my runes, bones, etc. Not only will it give you runes with deep descriptions, associations, and more, but it's SO helpful when it comes to creating your own bindrunes or studying pre-made binds! It also has an in depth course that teaches beginners about Norse Paganism and different Deities!

Learn Old Norse- Not for everyone of course, but I like to try and pray in the original languages of the culture. It will teach you Grammar, Pronunciation, and more!

Low Movement Days:

Sometimes, pain, sickness, and Disabilities make it hard for people to move. And there's no shame in that!

Prayers in "odd" places- one does not always need to kneel before ab altar or raise their hands or even speak to pray. Sometimes it's easier to lay in your bed, couch, wherever you are, and think of your deities and your prayers to them.

PDFs! Sometimes books aren't accessible to all, but often I've been able to find online versions of most texts and books I adore (Somewhere there is a post with book recommendations), but it's very useful for affordability, restricted movement, etc.

Offerings- not all offerings need to be a huge ritual, I promise. Sometimes it's as simple as setting a new item on the altar. Sometimes it's a small prayer when you think of them. Maybe it's going on a small walk for them. I personally work with Fenrir, and will go on walks offering to let him use my eyes and experience freedom from his chains briefly, or I offer my pain, some food as I eat, etc. I've also simply sat on my bed and meditated. Your practice can change day-to-day, and that's okay!

Travel:

Sometimes we are away from our altars. Whether it's a vacation, a hospital stay, or just a time you're gone from home for ages. You're not required to pack up your whole altar or bring a ton of things with you, it can add more stress than good. Sometimes, all I do is sit in front of the altar, speak that I'm leaving for a while, and promise an offering or altar clean when I get back.

Charms! Sometimes is one so desires, you can enchant a devotional piece of jewelry, a veil, or even a water bottle you carry around (I see you, chaos magic users) to carry around as a symbol to your devotion, and sometimes touching or feeling it or saying a prayer on the go is a lovely way to connect. I wear an Obsidian ring for Fenrir and a Coffin Nail necklace for protection. It's very helpful to have as I travel.

Important Travel- our health and well-being need to come first. I view it in the same light as many Islamic and Muslim religions. One can prioritize themselves when in any danger. Deities will not be important in those situations, and they will absolutely understand.

Mental Blocks/Disabilities:

As someone with Autism, it can be hard to know exactly what to do. I struggle with meditation when I get distracted easily and can even forget about my routine and duties I like to do. ADHD and more forms of Neurodivergence, like depression, can make it extra hard on some folks.

Don't be too hard on yourself. - Its very easy to feel like you're not doing a "good job" or failing promises to your Devotion. Beating yourself up over it (as hard as it is not to), can be extremely difficult. I find it helpful to simply apologize if I feel like it. They'll understand

Base your practice to you! Not everyone has the exact same abilities and not everyone can do certain things! You don't need to be perfect or follow everything you see on the internet. Often it's people showing their best and most dramatic presentations. It doesn't need to be perfect all the time.

You don't have to do everything. Some people struggle to meditate, others with focus on tarot readings or pendulum readings. It's okay to completely opt out if those despite them being common!

Accessibility and Affordability:

Not everyone is able to afford fancy crystals, tarot decks, and to set up entire altars. Some people grow up in houses with other religions and can't practice safely. Paganism isn't always accessible to everyone, but here are safer more accessible ways! Here's a couple:

Tarot Deck replacements- playing cards can make a great replacement for a tarot deck. If anyone wants a tutorial, let me know and I'll post one! You can also make/draw your own and make it comfortable to you, and if anything it's easier to connect more. You can hide them easier by saying it's just drawings. They also make Braille tarot cards for my blind folk. :)

Crystals- They aren't a necessity for your work. I often see people talking about their beautiful altars and crystal collections, but it really isnt needed. Not to mention the prices some shops charge! Sometimes connecting with nature is easier. Rivers rocks for water deities is an example. You can also see what crystals can be found in your area and dig them yourself.

Pendulums: It's easy to make your own! Before I could afford all the "fancy" supplies, I used a ring on a necklace or a necklace with a heavy charm to communicate.

Deity Statues: In religious hoseholds that don't accept you, this can be very unsafe, not to mention expensive! I had to pay 80 US dollars for a Hekate piece once. You don't need expensive statues to worship your Deities, you can print out small pictures if them you are drawn to at home. If you don't have access, some libraries offer free or 10ish cent (a US dime) printing. :)

For my closeted folks, celebrating pagan holidays in private can bring joy. Find foods associated with those holidays and eat them! I've attached a basic wheel if the year above. :)

A Farewell:

I think I've touched on many things in this post, but I'll keep updating it as I think of more things! Also feel free to comment if you want me to add anything to said post.

#norse mythology #norse pagan #norse paganism #deity work #deity worship #spirit work #old norse #disability #paganism #advice #disabled witch #disabled pagan

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genshin-squabbles-and-wobbles · 1 year ago

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The Enraged Inferno || Part 3

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Character: Diluc

Type: Angst, tragedy, Revenge and Reader in her villian era

Tags: Fem!Reader

About being Taglisted in my stories: Here

Requester: @sailorstar9

Content: You traveled to Mondstadt to deliver a medicine order for Baizhu. You decided to stay in Mondstadt and expand his buisness there. You just met with Jean and treated her like the way she treated you but worse, but then...you met Diluc, he was all over the place, as his facade fell apart immediately once he saw you. It was like the light of his life was brighten again, only that...you were...different.

Trigger Warning: I might be a little violent in this story to stress the Villain Era the reader is in, and also, dealing with trauma so please proceed with caution. I might add cursing a bit, please let me know if you can feel the idea of the reader without the cursing. I might've also like included something about the idea of lobotomy in there so please, be careful.

Part 1: Here Part 2: Here

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[ 9 Years ago, 12 year old ]

"Aha Luc! Look! Look! I found wild grapes!" You smiled as you showed him healthy fully grown grapes.

Diluc smiled and blushed at you. "Those look pretty...would you want to maybe...grow a large grape farm together...?"

You widen your eyes and jumped happily. "Yes! That is sooo cool! Imagine all the grape juice we can give to everyone!?" You hugged Diluc. "You keep being so smart, Luc!"

Diluc smiled and blushed more. He hugged you back, as he imagined a future where you and him would grow grapes together, and sunbathed under the sun together. Then drink grape juice, laying in the grass under the moon.

Kaeya then joined in on the hug. "Hey guys, why not do wine? Dad says it cost money and we can have a lot fo money!"

You looked at him. "Oh wow. That is so true!"

You three laughed together, in ignorant bliss.

[ 5 Years ago, 17 year old ]

"Hey Luc." You slumped down next to him and handed him a grape juice box. You poked a hole in yours and took a sip.

Diluc looked at you. "Something wrong?" He did the same, as he took a bigger sip.

"Nah, I am okay." You smiled at him, kindly.

"I know you better then that, don’t lie to me now." Diluc leaned back and stared straight. He didn’t need to try and guess your emotions. You became second hand nature for him to read.

You chuckled. "What gave it away?"

He shrugged. "I just know...what's wrong..?"

You smiled and sighed. "I..."

Diluc interrupted. "You saw adventures and the monsters fought brutally and you feel troubled. You want everyone to get along and live in peace?"

You looked at him shocked. "H-How did you...!!"

Diluc laughed. "Haha you are too cute, of course I'll know. You are such a gentle soul, with a kind heart. I could never get over that. I can indulge you in that forever." He smiled at you.

You blushed and looked away.

[ Current ]

Diluc was looking down at you, at your dead face. You pushed his away from your chin, and sighed. "Diluc, please sign the receipt so I can leave, I have things to do." You spoke coldy to him.

He looked at you, dumbstrucked once more. "Diluc...? You won't call me Luc anymore??". However, as a defense mechanism of his he will pretend this didn’t bother him, despite the mess he was right now. He sighed and nodded slowly and turned, pulled a pen from his desk and sighed the receipt. He then turned to you, and handed you the receipt.

You then turned and walked away, no goodbye, no nothing. Diluc tried to watch you walk away, however this was too much for him, he immediately put his head in his hand, desperate once more. He immediately ran ahead of you and came in front of you, preventing you from leaving his office.

"I-I love you!" Diluc said desperately. "I have always loved you! I left that stupid arrange marriage for you, I left Jean for you, I love you! Please just listen to me! I've always loved you, since we were young! Your smile, your playful natu-"

"Diluc move." You spoke sternly with a red glint in your eyes. You pushed him aside, and opened the door, left. You had no time for some dumb romantic shit. You had no space in your heart for it, anyways. But at the moment, you didn’t care.

Diluc obediently let you pushed him aside and he stood, watching you leave his vicinity. He slowly clenched his fist, with trembling jaw. Small tears streaming down his face. Perhaps...it was still the same tragedies in his life, nothing changed.

You walked out, and sighed. You had one goal in mind, revenge. You walked back to your new home in Mondstadt, and mailed the letter to Baizhu. You began cleaning up your new home, and throwing things away. Keeping somethings. You began turning the living room into a pharmacy with shelves and turning some rooms into patient rooms. After all, you were a dendro healer like your uncle. Just, without that cursed snake.

You were success, you made the place look homey and decent. You made one room your office, and kept the upstairs part as your home. A kitchen, a bedroom, and a smaller living room. You didn’t need much. You didn’t have much anyways. Not anymore. That version of you was lost long ago.

Next week, you stocked shelves and made proper arrangement for patient rooms, with tools and necessary items, thanks to Baizhu. He approved, and everything was shipped. You now deal with orders coming from Mondstatd, and anyone who needs assistance. You created a partnership with the church, specifically Barbara, who was happy to be in a partnership with you.

As she can bring her patience over, or be the doctor in charge if she liked, while you handle pharmaceutical things. You can send your customers to her, if you notice something serious within their health. This was perfect, as now that you had two sponsors, that were certified healers and doctors, you felt confident enough to open.

You were about to start a new life, on your own. This was a first step towards healing, as you never knew it at first. That was until you saw that face. The one you wanted to strangle. Immediately, you had eyes on her. This was the first servant, the phase one servant you called it, that one that lured you. She lured you to the area of the supposed accident. You lifted your sleeve up looking at the scars and back at her through the window.

Your face darken immediately, you walked to the window, and used your nails to scratch at the window.

The noise caught the servant's attention and turns towards you, as her blood ran cold. All she saw was your darken angry face, with scratch marks at the window. At first, she assumed she was being haunted, but once she realize you were real...you were alive...immediately, she turned and walked away. Running away.

Immediately you followed after her, you had a dog collar, a syringe and other medicinals on you. Pondering what to do to this little shit stain here. Strangle her? Comatose her? Keep her as a pet in the basement? Naked or rotten clothed? Poison? You wanted to give this women hell like no other, worse than death even. Maybe you can lobotomize her, make her bedridden, see how she likes it if her family relied on your pharmacy to get medicine for her.

All of a sudden you bumped into someone.

"My My...it has been a while, and it looks like you are on your way to d some..."business"..."

You looked up and widen your eyes. "Kaeya.." You muttered and slowly backed away.

"It has been quite a while...I knew you weren’t dead but I am actually glad to see you in the flesh again, old friend." Kaeya had a teasing smile, but you know it was genuine. He placed his hand on your back.

"I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours...but everyone has been telling me how scary you have become...what happened to you?"

"What happened to you? And your eye?" You made a rebuttal, as you remember Kaeya as a shy cry baby, who would always ask you or Diluc for help. But this man is entirely independent and ferocious. Manipulative and sly. He smelled like he drinks alcohol on a daily basis and...he was a knight.

Kaeya chuckled. "I guess we both have some explaining to do...let's have a drink. On me. We can do it at your place, since you have it empty right now." You looked at him and sighed. For some reason, Kaeya brings out a different side of you, a more vulnerable side, as if, he see right through you. He wasn’t like this before, however, it seems he can tell, or you are just showing your emotions too much and he can read them like a book.

As you Kaeya walked in your new home, and pharmacy, Diluc watched you both from a distance, as he was in the middle of entering Angel Share for his Shift. He tightened his grip on the door knob, as he was jealous. Why did he get such a cold treatment but you welcomed Kaeya with open arms...has he brainwashed you? He had an angry glare as he watched the door shut with the two of you in there, alone.

One thing for sure, you two were getting closer while he was in the sidelines watching.

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stardust-arcade · 8 months ago

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Nova, don't you dare do anything. You will regret it.

Nova: Oh why should I care? I won't regret a thing. That little dragon can try and try. He isn't going to do anything. And I have-

Sun: Who are you?

Nova: Oh. Greetings companion of the Plex! I'm Nova! The new magnificent star of the theater. Making sure the wonderful people of this Plex can laugh and scream. Who might you be?

Sun: Wha- I'm Sun. What did you get hired? I thought Black star and Eclipse worked in the theater.

Nova: Black Star was kicked out Sunny boy. You should be celebrating! You finally got one little tick off your radar. I'm sure it's thrilling isn't it?

Sun: What? Ahh. Are you okay? You're acting all funny.

Nova: Acting, acting, yes. That is what we strive for. That was Black Stars one and singular purpose. To go up on a stage in front of an audience. Have eyes lay waste to his deep talk form. Tell jokes and watch a thousand people flounder at his falls. Reveling knowing he'll be watched forever and ever.

Sun: Wah? That's not what I was talking about.

Nova: Oh but it's the talk of the plex! Everyone knows that those wonderful old AI should stay tied where they are. That we should mock their intelligence. Make them feel lower than waste. Isn't that what you day care folks strive for?

Sun: Look! I don't care who you are! Putting words in my mouth! You haven't answered any of my questions! Oh you've done is berate me!

Nova: Aye. Who wouldn't?

Sun: Wah?!

Nova: I wasn't it just sometime ago that you and Moon had a wonderful conversation? About how in the many ways you've been treating somebody unfairly. Who wouldn't want a scream in your face? At least Moon was doing it out of care. But you? Well I'm surprised you haven't been nipped at more.

Sun: Back off!

Nova: Hehehe. I don't think I should. I don't think anyone should. You didn't really care about what Moon said did you? You would just acting! Oh aren't we wonderful actors. Sharing a fake sadness, Just so we can get the rise we want out of the audience. You know Moon should keep those files in parts and service under better locks. Wouldn't want a poor Sunny's past to creep its way back up.

Sun: You wouldn't dare.

Nova: Maybe you should stop daring yourself. Little snakes like you don't do well out in the open. Tata for now though. I have a performance at 8:00. Hehehe.

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Sun: I don't trust that guy. I don't know why Blackstar left the theater, but he shouldn't have ever done it. I think he's allowed for something worse to sneak in. Worse than that old pile junk from the arcade. I've got to warn Moon.

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jinxhallows · 2 years ago

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𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟺.𝟿ᴋ

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You look around the desolate amusement park, your eyes taking in the eerie scene. Some of the attractions are lit, but the lighting is flickering and fractured, giving off an almost death-defying vibe. The music playing throughout the park is off-putting, more terrifying than entertaining, with warbling tones that sound like the speakers are possessed by some otherworldly force.

Jisung, however, seems unfazed by the eerie atmosphere as he excitedly hops onto a horse on the carousel, one of the few attractions that still has some signs of life left in it. Curiously, you press the large, green button on a small pedestal in front of the gate that was likely once filled with a line of kids and teens waiting for their chance to ride the classic merry-go-round in the middle of the "enchanted forest".

With a creak and groan, the carousel slowly comes back to life, its metal parts scraping against each other as the platform begins to move. You hurry around the gate and take Jisung's hand, jumping onto the elephant in front of him. The carousel moves slowly, but it's moving, and the music, despite its scratchy and artifact-filled quality, isn't as bad as you expected.

It's a stark contrast to the howls that still echo through the air, a constant reminder of Chan’s distress. You manage to convince yourself you will make it up to the poor hybrid tomorrow, you all just had to make it through the night. You also wonder how Hyunjin and Felix were coping, but you and Jisung agreed to keep your distance on the other side of the park. You were supposed to have rode the whole thing out quietly in the car in the parking lot, but of course, Jisung had other plans.

Jisung always has other plans.

“How’s my little one doin’? Full Moon making her weird or anything?”

You chuckle at his question and look back at him over your shoulder.

"Her?" you say with amusement. "Chan did the same thing. You guys must really want another girl around, huh?"

Jisung tries not to show how royally he had fucked up by saying that aloud and instead, lets out a nervous laugh that was a little too cheery, to hide his error.

“Yeah well, you know, girls run the world, and all that.” He says, readjusting his grip on the pole that extended from his horse into the ceiling of the carousel. “The world needs more women.”

You rest your hand on your tummy as you close your eyes. The elephant rises as the carousel spins. In your mind, you can almost see you and your new family parading around Disneyland or something, doing these things together.

Then, you open your eyes and realize, that’s not exactly realistic. Felix and Hyunjin can’t even handle sunlight, and what father wants to try to keep up with a rambunctious toddler when he’s being drained every second he’s outdoors in the sun?

You heave a heavy sigh, your brow furrowing with concern. The task of raising a child was already daunting, and now, in this alternative environment, you felt even more overwhelmed.

"I wonder who our guide is going to be for this Abysmora journey," you mull aloud, your voice tinged with curiosity.

"A friend of Minho who knows how to get to Abysmora? They won't be fun, that's for sure," Jisung retorts, his head lolling lazily against the support pole.

You chuckle, intrigued by Jisung's apparent dislike for Minho. "What's your beef with him?" you ask playfully.

“Who?”

“Minho.”

Jisung falls silent, his expression growing somber. The only sounds that reach your ears are the creaking of the carousel, the discombobulated music, and another piercing howl that echoes through the darkness, sending shivers down your spine. In the dim light, you can see the exhaustion etched on Jisung's face as he leans against the support pole.

"My family spent generations trying to lock Demons up in Hell," Jisung says with a hint of bitterness in his voice. "But they kept multiplying and getting stronger, eventually overpowering and killing a ton of my ancestors."

You listen attentively, realizing the weight of his heritage and the burden he carries.

"That's when the lineage split into those who continued the mission to banish demons and those who honed in on their healing conjure," he continues. "I come from both sides, but I'm mostly a healer. I've learned ancient and powerful healing conjure and medicine from Yong Rae, which is why I always carry so many supplies with me. I need to be ready to brew something quickly with hard-to-find ingredients."

You nod, impressed by his skills and determination. The sound of shuffling catches your attention, and you glance back to see Jisung checking the time on his phone.

"1:32am," he says, tucking his phone back into his jacket. "Time flies when you're having fun, huh? Four and a half more hours until sunrise."

“Jisung can I ask ya something stupid?”

“I dunno, can you handle the answer?”

You reach back to take a swing at him, but he dodges you with his signature laughter.

“Why don’t you have a family of your own? You hop bodies, but this one looks just fine, you just not that kinda guy?”

Jisung's eyes glisten with a far-off look, as if you've asked him a question that probes deep into his soul. He seems to withdraw into himself for a moment, lost in his memories.

"I had a wife when I was in my last body, and she passed away," he says, his voice barely above a whisper, fragile and soft, as if the weight of the memory is too heavy to bear.

"I'm sorry, Jisung," you offer empathetically, feeling the weight of his sorrow.

"Yeah," he waves his hand dismissively, as if trying to brush off the pain. "Cancer sucks and humans are fragile," he mutters bitterly. "She wouldn't let me cheat death for her, outright refused it, agh," he shakes his head, hissing through his teeth, frustration and grief etched on his features. "Yuna was too good for this world, that's all," he says with a mix of admiration and sadness, his emotions clear in his words.

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“Brother?”

Hyunjin's voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and weak, as his eyes flutter open. Felix's heart clenches with relief at the sight of his younger brother awake, but the flood of emotions hits him like a freight train.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry I let this happen.” The thought of Hyunjin in danger is enough to unravel him.

"You knew about the lights?" Hyunjin's words are barely audible, his tired smile crooked as his eyes struggle to stay open.

"Of course, I didn't--" Felix starts, but Hyunjin cuts him off with a fervent question.

"Then how in the miraculous fuck do you think you’re the one to blame for this?"

Felix laughs, but it's a bitter sound, filled with pain and anguish. He hugs his brother tightly in his lap, his chest heaving with sobs. It's been so long since he cried, not since you died, but now he's drained by UV, hungry and bloodthirsty, dodging knives from an unknown source, and he just witnessed his brother perform magick right before his eyes to save him.

Hyunjin pushes himself up slowly, sitting upright. He pushes a strand of hair that has fallen out of his bun behind his ear, and places a firm hand on Felix's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Whatever that was, throwing those knives, it wasn't human," Hyunjin explains, his voice strained. He's sore all over, as if he's been hit by a bus multiple times.

"I couldn't find any trace of anything, anyone," Felix says.

"Felix, this park...some dark things must've happened here," Hyunjin looks around at the dark closet they're locked within, the only place devoid of UV rays. "That's probably why you can't find anything about it. I have a feeling that regular people who come in here don't get to walk out in one piece."

"Hostile spirits are a thing," Felix mutters, trying to make sense of the situation.

"They are, and did you see how well-made and expensive those knives were? They weren't owned by some hobbyist, those were created for, and utilized by, a professional."

Felix scoffs, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the situation. "Okay Hyunjin, so let's go with-- the throwing knives are haunted by the ring leader of this twisted fucking circus for 500-- that still doesn't explain how did you do that back there?"

Hyunjin shakes his head slowly, his expression puzzled. "I wish I could tell you, I just-- I don't know, it just happened."

Hyunjin reaches for his cigarette case, his movements shaky. He takes one out, lights it with his lighter, and inhales deeply, exhaling the smoke into the air above them in the cramped space.

"But if we can find out why, it could help us with Abysmora," he says, his voice muffled by the smoke.

"It could, but we don't know why, or how it happened. It could very well kill you if you do it too much. I don't know, I say we stick to our plan for now..." Felix waves his hand to disperse the smoke that's choking him, his senses heightened.

"Well, you know what they say, when one makes plans, God laughs," Hyunjin says, taking another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around them.

"I thought there was no God, Hyunjin?" Felix raises an eyebrow, puzzled by his brother's statement.

Hyunjin turns his free hand over, tracing the lines on his palm with a contemplative expression.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore, brother.”

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Chan's head spins with a whirlwind of chaos any time he involuntarily transforms. It's as if his thoughts are being ripped apart, leaving him unable to form cohesive ideas. The fear that grips him during these uncontrollable shifts is clear. He awakens from them with a sense of dread, not knowing who or what might have met their demise beside him. Even when he manages a controlled shift, his mind stays sparse, but at least he has some semblance of control.

In his current form, he is a menacing creature, all onyx fur and forty-two sharp teeth. Drool spills from his lips, glistening in the dim light of the cage, as he trembles with predatory growls. His wrist snapped the shackles during the transformation, allowing one of his hands to slip free. Now, he stands on all fours, but three of his legs are still bound, restricting his movements.

With primal determination, he tries to break free from the remaining chains, crunching the metal between his teeth with all his might. He yanks, he shakes, he snarls, but nothing seems to free his other three legs. Frustration and hunger pulse through him, mingling with the metallic scent of blood in the air. He begins to experience his unique thought process once more,

blood...

hungry now...

smells

His thoughts are disjointed and consumed by primal urges.

blood...

kill...

hunt them...

kill them...

smells...

hungry

The hunger gnaws at him relentlessly, driving him to a frenzy.

tired...

angry...

tired...

kill...

relief…

His mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions, exhaustion and rage battling for dominance.

At times, he becomes so lost in his thinking pattern that he forgets he's still chained. He instinctively stands up to move, only to be abruptly reminded of his confinement. The realization sends him into a fury, throwing his body against the bars of the cage, gnawing at his own legs in a futile attempt to break free. He knows his wounds will heal quickly, but the pain is a temporary distraction from the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

heartbeats...

one fast...

two slow...

three slow...

metal...

rust...

pain…

The sensations assault him, his senses heightened in his transformed state.

hungry...

pain...

hungry...

afraid...

hungry...

alone…

The conflicting emotions war within him, a constant battle for control.

alone...

pain...

afraid...

heartbeats...

one...

two...

alone…

He counts the beats, feeling the weight of isolation pressing down on him, amplifying his pain and fear.

A broken howl tears from his throat as he collapses onto the bottom of the cage, the sound echoing with despair. The cacophony of emotions and sensations resolve into one small, helpless whimper.

alone...

pain...

….afraid...

The overwhelming sense of isolation and suffering envelopes him whole.

Despite the feral rage that consumes him, underneath it all is a sentient being, lost and tormented in the involuntary transformation. Chan's struggle with his inner demons and the primal instincts that drive him is a constant battle, a relentless cycle of chaos and suffering.

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As you and Jisung leave the park, the moonlight casts shadows through the trees, creating an eerie atmosphere. The sound of the iron gate echoes in the quiet night as you close it behind you. Jisung twirls the keys to the truck on his finger, the metal O-ring glinting in the moonlight, catching them effortlessly in his palm with each rotation.

"I know Chan and the others are going to be hungry," you say, climbing into the driver's seat and starting the engine. You both watch the screen as it loads, displaying the time - 3:58am.

"Not too much longer," He says, tapping the screen to access the GPS. Once the route is loaded, you point to the destination.

"Look, Greenbriar Hospital, 11 miles," you say, fastening your seatbelt. Jisung looks skeptical, voicing his concerns.

"Have you been there before? What's security gonna be like? Have you thought this through?" he asks.

You place your hand on the back of his headrest, giving him a reassuring half smile as you pull out of the parking space. "No, I haven't," you admit.

As you arrive at the back of the hospital, you're struck by the massive size of the brick building, seemingly constructed in the 1800s. Several unattended back entrances are around and locked, but you both know you need to be cautious of the cameras since you don't have access to memory-wiping persuasion like your undead friends.

The air is chilly, and you can feel the dampness in the air as you and Jisung make your way towards the furthest backdoor, keeping an eye out for any signs of security. The distant hum of the town is barely audible over the rustling of leaves and the faint sound of your footsteps on the pavement.

"We could go to jail," Jisung whispers as you tug at the locked door.

"We're about to go to a demonic graveyard, and you're worried about the fucking police? Blow me, Jisung, open the door, I don't know how to do it." You step back in frustration, unable to use brute strength to make any leeway.

Jisung looks disapprovingly at you before sighing and taking a few steps forward. He taps twice on the metal door frame with two fingers, and you both hear the satisfying click of the lock unlocking.

You grin with satisfaction, swinging the door open. "See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

He rolls his eyes and follows you into the hospital. The area you enter is quiet, with the whirr of generators and machines in utility rooms. The floors are an ugly ivory color, marred with scuff marks from the traffic this area must receive during peak hours.

As you're about to turn the corner, Jisung grabs you by the elbow and holds a finger to his mouth, signaling you to be quiet. "Use your conjure," he whispers.

Jisung is incredibly astute at hiding and stealth, and he has learned many tricks over the centuries. He wants you to learn for yourself how to navigate situations using your own conjure, as one day he won't be there to guide you, and even sooner, he won’t have any power of his own, and you'll need to help your daughter harness the conjure of the Han lineage.

You go ahead with the spell he has taught you, and for the first time, you see a human-shaped glow around the corner in the room. It looks like someone is sitting at a desk, possibly writing. The glow disappears within seconds, and you return to your natural senses. You peek around the corner and notice a row of small, white lockers leading to two locked hospital doors, as indicated by the keypad and red light above them.

"Hmm..." You stare at the lockers for a moment before hastily walking past the doors, hoping not to be seen.

Jisung's eyes widen as he stands there. "What are you doing?!" he whispers fiercely, but he stops before passing the doorway, pressing his back against the wall. He looks up at the skies, hoping for an alternative way as he closes his eyes tightly.

"Hey, who are you?" a male voice says, causing you to freeze as you rummage through a random locker. You stand up and turn around.

"I-I'm just clocking out, grabbing my jacket," you manage to say. The man gives you a dubious look.

"Really? These are our intern lockers, and you're not one of them, miss, so I’ll ask you again…who are you?" He starts to approach you, but then he suddenly goes into convulsions, frothing at the mouth and rolling his eyes before collapsing to the ground.

Jisung is behind him, wiping blood from his nose with a sniff.

You stare wide-eyed at the man on the ground. "Did you kill him?"

Jisung kneels down and presses two fingers against the doctor's neck, checking for a pulse that no longer exists. "Shit," he curses. "I-I don't know what happened."

"Jisung, is he DEAD?!" You whisper in panic, rushing over to him.

The sterile hospital hallway closes in around you as you stand there, staring at the lifeless body of Dr. Marwin Thomas, Director of Internal Medicine. Dread claws at your insides, threatening to overwhelm you as you take in the gravity of the situation. You can hardly believe that you now have a dead doctor on your hands, and not just any doctor, but the director of internal medicine no less.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly rise to your feet, your eyes flicking to the sign outside his office that confirms his prestigious position. The weight of the situation settles heavily on your shoulders, and you feel like you're going to throw up. You stumble backward, tripping over your own feet, and land on the ground, grabbing the limp doctor by the wrists.

"Hurry and grab his legs, hurry!" you urgently whisper to Jisung. He hurries over and helps you drag the body into the office before locking the door behind you.

You pace back and forth, running your hands through your hair in agitation. Panic threatens to consume you as you mutter incoherently, "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god Jisung, what the fuck?"

"I told you I didn't mean to kill him, and you freaking out about it isn't gonna bring him back," Jisung says, his fingers rubbing the jade necklace he’s wearing as a form of self-soothing technique. He tries to gather his own thoughts and not let the situation escalate any further.

His conjure had gone haywire, and he finally realized that it was the Full Moon that made it unpredictable. He had used too much of his power, and now they are left with a dead body and a dire situation.

"You were right, we should've waited, we should've just done something else, we--" you babble, barely able to keep your emotions in check.

"Hold on, little witch, just give me a moment to think," Jisung says, holding his hand out to you as he looks down at the body on the floor. He is no stranger to murder, having done it before, but he rarely kills mortals unless it's a last resort. He knows you're not supposed to be there, so perhaps this is indeed a last resort, but...

The director of internal medicine at a hospital?

He drops to his knees and quickly pulls the doctor's arms out of the long, white lab coat. "Help me," he says, looking up at you before continuing his task. You take a deep breath, trying to let go of your anxiety, but it still gnaws at you.

You hurriedly help him remove the jacket and watch in disbelief as he puts it on himself. He takes off the nametag and stashes it inside the desk.

"You're not serious," you say incredulously, unable to comprehend the audacity of his plan.

"As a heart attack," Jisung quips, grinning cheekily at you. "Get it? A heart attack, 'cause like, I'm a doctor--"

"I'm gonna smack fire out of you if you don't come up with a fucking plan," you interrupt, your frustration boiling over. "We've gotten this far, and we killed someone. We can't just leave empty-handed."

Kneeling down beside the lifeless body of the doctor, your mind immediately shifts into survival mode. You can't rely on Chan, Felix, or Hyunjin this time, and Jisung was fantastic when it came to matters of the supernatural, but he seemed a little behind on coming up with something for this one. The doctor is dead, and there's no bringing him back. You need to think fast and get the blood you came for, and then get the fuck out of there.

With urgency in your voice, you point to the lockers behind you, tilting your head to get a better look at the body. "Grab an intern jacket, he looks like he’ had a seizure, there’s no evidence we did anything," you command, your eyes locking onto Jisung.

"And give me back that name tag."

Jisung complies, but not without a teasing grin on his face. "You telling me what to do like this," he says, releasing the name tag into your grip, "It's kinda hot."

You swing at him, a heat creeping up your cheeks from his unexpected flirtation. He chuckles and leaves the room with a laugh. You frown, watching the door close behind him, rubbing your warm cheeks to cool them down. He returns moments later, holding two jackets, tossing one at you.

"Suit up," he says, coming over to help you put on the white jacket onto the doctor's body. You carefully replace the name tag, wiping off any fingerprints with an alcohol swab from the desk.

Standing up, you pull on the lab coat, feeling a pang of sadness as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It makes you wonder what your life could have been like if you were born into a regular human family, pursuing normal human goals like becoming a doctor or a lawyer.

"Paging Dr. Y/N, you look great, like always," Jisung interrupts your thoughts, "we've gotta get out of here before our luck runs out." He gives the doctor one last glance before leaving, and you follow behind him. He swipes the keycard over the keypad, and the doors unlock with a green light, automatically sliding open.

You both walk down the hallway, realizing you've entered the kitchen and laundry area. At this early hour, there are only a few workers setting up breakfast in the kitchen. They don't pay much attention to you and Jisung in your lab coats, assuming you're just doctors going about your duties. Their preoccupation with their tasks works in your favor.

"Do you know where you're going?" you whisper to Jisung as you both confidently stride into a busier area. There are labs and treatment rooms with patients inside, but its too early in the morning for anyone to be awoke, and the nurses and staff seem busy with their phones or reading.

"No idea," Jisung whispers back, smiling at a passing nurse who glances up.

She knits her brows in confusion, not recognizing him, but dismisses it. It's not her job to verify doctors anyway. You and Jisung appear to be just new interns or visiting doctors. You chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder.

"Okay, Dr. Han, I see you," you say, amused.

That's when you notice it - a sign on the wall with a big red droplet on it, reading

Blood Bank, this way -->

You and Jisung halt in your tracks, exchanging wide-eyed glances as adrenaline courses through your veins. The stakes are high, and the urgency to retrieve the blood and escape can be felt. You can hear the faint buzz of the morning shift approaching, and you know you need to act swiftly.

“It’s definitely down there,” you say, pointing to the end of the hallway where a dark room looms with its lights off, closed for the night. You take a deep breath, your senses heightened.

“I can…I don’t know, I think, smell it?” You say, your senses honed to the task at hand.

Jisung looks impressed. "Impressive," he replies with a determined nod. "Ready?"

With a resolute nod, you both start down the hallway. Jisung snaps his fingers, and the camera positioned at the end of the hall sparks and fizzes with its burned-out machinery. He lifts his hand effortlessly, and the doors to the blood bank swing open. Without wasting a second, you and Jisung rush into the room and start opening the fridges, grabbing bags of blood with urgency.

As you hold the A- and B+ bags in your hands, confusion crosses your face. "Uhh, does it matter what the type is?" you ask, unsure of the logistics in the heat of the moment.

Jisung, who is already stuffing a cooler he grabbed from underneath the counter with handfuls of blood bags, looks at you with a determined expression. "No time to sort, they can figure that shit out themselves," he says, pointing to a smaller cooler. "Take the other one." You start stuffing the blood bags into the cooler until you can barely close the lid. You both meet in the center of the room, both coolers now full of precious blood.

Jisung gives a satisfied sigh. “I think that went dashingly, don’t you, Dr. Y/N?”

You chuckle, feeling a surge of exhilaration. “Why yes, Dr. Han, excellent work," you say, putting your fist out for a fist bump, which Jisung eagerly reciprocates.

Suddenly, a muffled voice announces something over the speaker, and the blue lights start whirring as an alarm blares through the air. Without wasting a second, you and Jisung sprint out of the blood bank and down the hall, your hearts pounding in your chests.

“This way, there’s an exit!” you shout, catching a glimpse of the sign. You both turn the corner, only to come face-to-face with a security guard walking towards you, talking on his walkie-talkie. He eyes you and Jisung, freezing in your tracks, the coolers of blood in your hands.

“Kinda early for transport, isn’t it?” he asks, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Emergency blood transfusions aren’t exactly a scheduled thing," you say, squinting to read his name tag, which reads "Bob."

“But you wouldn’t know that, would you, Bob? Did you go to Harvard, Bob? What’s your PhD in, Bob? Was your major ‘getting in my fucking business?’ --”

“Dr. Y/N, we need to hurry, quick," Jisung nudges you urgently, cutting off your hostility. He gives Bob a nod and smile and you both start walking slowly with a forced nonchalance until you turn the corner. Then you break into a sprint again, rushing towards the exit doors. The weight of the coolers filled with precious blood is a tangible reminder of the daring heist you just pulled off. You fling them open, and Jisung hops into the driver’s seat of the waiting truck, starting the engine and peeling away with a screech.

You exchange an exhilarated glance with him.

“That was so fucking cool, like, definitely the most badass thing I’ve ever done in my entire life,” you say, a grin spreading across your face as you look down at the nametag on your lab coat.

Jisung laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "The others won't believe it when we tell them," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. He runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back in a confident gesture.

As you step outside once you arrive at the abandoned amusement park, you both stop in your tracks, staring at the horizon where the sky is painted in a stunning orange hue. The first rays of the sunrise are peeking through, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

"And look at that," Jisung points to the breathtaking sight. "It's sunrise."

You feel a sense of awe as you take in the beauty of the moment. The adrenaline rush from your daring escapade mixes with the natural high of seeing the dawn of a new day and surviving the night, creating a surreal and unforgettable experience.

You and Jisung stand there for a moment, basking in the beauty of the sunrise.

"Yeah," you say, your voice filled with wonder. "It's incredible."

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journeythroughlifesblog · 1 year ago

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Help Chapter 33.

"How so?! are you going on vacation?!" MK exclaimed. Macaque grimaced.

"Not so loud, kid."

From the moment MK arrived to The mountain, Wukong and the warrior were packing, walking around the living room, looking for some things. MK sat down on the sofa.

"Yes. We decided to go on vacation. Wukong always wanted to visit the heavenly afterlife with me~" said the warrior.

"Yeah, otherwise I would die without you." Wukong said.

"Of corse." said the warrior with his smile.

Macaque started packing his bag.

Wukong sat down next to MK.

"Kid, don't worry. I'll leave you in my-"

Macaque glared at him. "-our mountain." Wukong rolled his eyes.

"I hope nothing serious will happen in our absence."

MK sighed. "But, what if... I don't know... DBK attacks, or another demon..."

At the mention of DBK they started laughing.

"What? What are you laughing at?"

"You could say he's as much of a villain as I am an actor." Wukong said.

"Oh. Sun, you are a great actor, if only you would try to show your talent on a real stage." Macaque said affectionately and teasingly.

"No, no way."

"And now I'm completely lost. What's this about?"

"The thing is... I don't like being on stage very much."

Macaque leaned against the kitchen counter and watched MK's reaction.

"You?! Great Sun Wukong?! Is afraid of public performance? I won't believe it."

Wukong sighed. "I'm not really into having a crowd of people watching me and you know... I get stage fright?"

"It's more like a panic attack." added Macaque. "I used to try to get him to go on stage with me, but you always had to back out at the last minute and made up excuses."

"Hey! That was a pretty good excuses."

Macaque raised an eyebrow.

"You work in the theater?" MK asked.

The warrior sighed.

"Sometimes it happens to me to put on a show for mortals... and for my beloved Sun~" he added with a provocative smile. Wukong smiled too.

"Shadow play. Mac. is great at it."

"Oh. Don't exaggerate."

Wukong stood up and walked over to the warrior, hugging him.

"You love my praise, Moon~"

Macaque blushed slightly.

"Okay? So how long will you be gone?" MK interjected.

"Ah.. Maybe a week?" Wukong said. "if it goes well..." he muttered the last part. The warrior took his hand, encouraging him.

"But it's not like last time?"

"What?"

"You know, when you disappeared for almost a month due to... your health problems."

"Oh. No... no, kid. This is for chillout now. Me and Mac like the good old days."

"Yeah... we'll go sightseeing in the heavenly kingdom, visit some old friends, and annoy them a bit." Macaque said. Wukong chuckled.

"Seriously?"

"What do you think? Kid? We are two chaotic monkeys. What can you expect from us?"

"I don't know, you two won't get into trouble?"

"Hah. Don't worry about that kid, it'll be fine. Mac, did you pack everything?"

"Yes."

Wukong shouldered the bag.

"So you guys already?"

"Well? What should we wait for?"

Macaque opened a shadow portal.

"You'll be fine. It's only for a week, probably... Anyway, keep an eye on the city, the mountain. And don't play with fire here, okay? You know, this mountain is flammable." Wukong laughed.

"Okay. Good. Have fun."

"Hey, keep your head up, you were trained by me-" he muttered. Wukong rolled his eyes and took his hand.

"-and Wukong, you can do it"

MK felt a greater surge of faith? It's rare for Macaque to give him words of encouragement.

They disappeared into the shadows.

MK felt a twinge of sadness? He wanted to check the time, but it turned out he didn't take his phone. He groaned. He hurried back to the city. He entered the restaurant.

"Hey, you don't know what just happened. The Monkey King and Macaque went on vacation. Well, I couldn't believe it either. Can you hear me?"

Unfortunately, Pigsy, Tang and Mei were asleep. It definitely wasn't normal. (and this is where the action takes place, just like in the TV series with the sleep bug episode.)

"Are you sure this is the place?"

The king and the warrior stood in front of a huge dark style temple (yes LBD style).

"Let's find out."

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loudgibbon · 5 months ago

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Aldrin

during the historic moon landing, Buzz Aldrin reportedly said, "There's a monolith on the moon of Mars, and there's a very unusual structure on this little potato-shaped object that goes around Mars once in seven hours. When people find out about that, they're going to say, 'Who put that there? Who put that there?' Well, the universe put it there, or if you choose, God put it there." These claims were quickly dismissed as Aldrin speaking metaphorically, or that the light had been playing tricks on his eyes, but what if he actually did see something up there, something not quite human.

July 17, 1969, 13:32 UTC

It's been a little over a day since we launched; it doesn't feel like it's been that long. I thought I knew what space looked like, but the pictures back home don't do it justice. It is somehow bigger than I expected. Also, the sun is white up here, not yellow for those interested, and it's really bright. Mission control says we will land in just over three days and six hours. I hope Michael brought his cards. :)

July 17, 1969, 17:09 UTC

Earth is really small from where I'm sitting. It's weird feeling so small, like ants sitting on a leaf in the middle of the ocean. We build our ant hills and go about our day-to-day lives thinking we are in control, but we can't tell the ocean what to do. We are completely at its mercy. All it would take is one wave, and humanity would just be a memory. Maybe not even that if there isn't anyone around to remember.

July 17, 1969, 20:25 UTC

Turns out it only takes about three and a half hours to get bored of pondering the nature of the universe. Michael did, in fact, bring his cards, so I have been playing solitaire and crazy eights for a bit. But it is surprisingly hard when the cards try to float away. Neil is still glued to the window. Try as we might, he won't come play with us. He just talks about how this is the opportunity of a lifetime and how he isn't going to miss a minute, which is fair, I guess. I just hope he does it quietly so I can try to get some shut-eye.

July 18, 1969, 03:15 UTC

I'm writing this time in hopes of calming my nerves so I'm able to get back to sleep. About thirty minutes ago, we started getting alerts from mission control about the Apollo's trajectory slipping off course, which is weird in and of itself because I adjusted it before I went to sleep, and it shouldn't have needed adjusting for another six hours. But the weirdest thing was Neil was still awake, staring out that window with a look on his face like he had a full Thanksgiving feast laid out in front of him. I swear he was even drooling, although he will probably deny it. While I adjusted our course, Michael tried to talk some sense into our "fearless leader," but when I finished, Michael still hadn't been able to get Neil to do so much as peel his fat head off the window. I tried giving him a few good shakes, and that seemed to do the trick. I asked him what was wrong, but it turns out he had just fallen asleep with his eyes open. Creepy if you ask me. He told us not to report what had happened after Michael said it would make for a funny story back home. Neil said he thought mission control might make us turn around if they thought something was wrong. It took a little convincing, but me and Michael finally did agree. I know it's not protocol or even the right thing to do, but damn it, I really want to put the Aldrin name in the history books. Anyway, Neil has decided to go to sleep, and Michael volunteered to keep watch over our course just in case anything weird happens again. I'll try to get Neil to open up more in the morning, just to make sure he really is all right.

July 19, 1969, 12:04 UTC

We are a little more than a day from making a landing. I don't know if I'm more excited to be one of the first living creatures to step foot on the moon or to get out of this godforsaken ship. There is a rotten smell like someone's lunch has been left to decompose for a month. We spent all of yesterday looking for it but haven't found so much as a crumb. Again, we didn't report it but I made everyone swear that we would on the way back just in case it is a leak of some kind.

July 21, 1969, 18:24 UTC

We just left the lunar surface. It was incredible; I've never seen something so magnificent yet desolate at the same time. You don't realize how much smaller the moon is than the Earth until you are standing on it; you can literally see the horizon curve. Looking back at the earth is a surreal experience. I felt oddly lonely knowing that this small part of our universe contained all of human experience, well almost all, I guess we changed that today.

July 22, 1969, 7:30 UTC

The Stink Persists. I contacted mission control about it and they were concerned that it could have been a leak, but after going over all the maintenance checks and coming up empty they basically just shrugged and said that it might be psychological and that there is nothing they could do about that so we just have to hope for the best, which isn't exactly the comforting news I wanted.

July 22, 10ish

I swear if I didn't need these two idiots to get back home I would have committed murder by now. I don't know if it's the news we got from M.C. or the shitty food, but these two clowns refuse to talk to me. They are just sitting there looking out the windows, only responding enough to shoo me away when I block their view. I don't see what could be so entertaining out there.

5 pm

Our course keeps drifting; it's at the point that I have to readjust it every half hour. I tried contacting M.C. about it and whatever is wrong with Neil and Michael but all I got was static. I'm starting to think we might not get home after all.

3 am

Remember what I said about getting the Aldrin name in the history books? Yeah, that's definitely happening now. We found something; it's some kind of structure on Deimos, one of Mars’s moons. It's some sort of monolith, all metallic and shiny. It's beautiful. I understand why they wouldn't want to look away; I can barely take my eyes off it to write this. When we get home, people are going to wonder who built this because surely it has a creator. Nothing could be so perfect without one. There is only one creator I know of who is this perfect. This could only have been crafted by divine hands.

???

I've seen them, the divine hands, all around us; they want us to join them for now that we have touched the heavens we must remain. Neil and Michael have already gone but I remain as I fear that my faith is not strong enough to surrender my mortal form to them. I am a weak man, undeserving of being chosen by the divine.

Aug 30th, 1969, 15:30 UTC

It's been a couple of days since we got back home and I just found this journal in a pile of stuff I brought home. I don't remember writing any of this; I don't even remember bringing a journal with me but it's written in my hand and there are things in here that could have only been written by me. Nobody knows about Michael's cards or the way the surface of the moon curved. I don’t know whether or not I should tell anyone about this. Maybe I should go to Neil or Michael, but the things written here give me pause. I have a feeling something isn't right with them; they don't call like they used to, before our expedition. I thought they were just trying to relax, but maybe it's something more than that. For now, I’ll just write this down here so I don't explode from the thoughts bottled up inside me.

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weministertomonsters · 1 year ago

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Gone Rogue - 2

The Isharin was right. The heat is going to kill you. You fled from the ruins of your home with nothing but the clothes on your backs. There was nothing to take anyway.

You have walked only a few miles, but the sun is baking your back and the air seems to be dancing. You understand why you must put some distance between you and the Isharin, and you wish to the gods that the sun will go down quickly. You never cared much for the gods of either of your parents, but you pray to both of them now, Minrūn for protection and Vorqa for endurance.

If you're up there, help us.

Kalen is a few strides ahead of you, looking out for danger. The rocky walls seem to draw closer and closer, and your eyebrows furrow. This is why the passage to the desert is called the Canyon of Pain, you realize as you slip on the loose stones.

Travelers have to pass through the canyon to reach the deserts and vice versa, and your parents capitalized on that and built their home near the mouth of the canyon. They became very wealthy from trading with the Tariq, the clan that lives in the desert beyond.

"Kalen," you gasp, leaning back against the crumbling rock. "Can we stop for a rest?"

He doesn't say yes, but he doesn't say no either. As you sink into a puddle on the floor he paces like a caged lion, craning his head up to look at the rocky overhang. Besides being a natural death trap, the Cayon of Pain gives bandits a way to ambush travelers from above.

"I'm sorry," you say, gulping down a sip of precious water from the waterskin and wiping the sweat from your upper lip. "I'm slowing you down."

"My Lady, I'm here to protect you. I am not running to save my own head."

"But you could. You still can," you protest. "You know I won't stop you."

Kalen crouches down in front of you and the seriousness on his face is almost scary.

"You forget the oath I took," he says. "I consumed your blood and I am bound to you, as you are bound to me. If we die, we will go together."

You scrunch up your nose to try and hide the fact that tears just rushed into your eyes. For a person to give their life up is no small matter, and you feel like you certainly aren't worthy of that.

"Um," you say, standing up quickly. "We should continue."

"Do you want me to carry you?" Kalen asks, and that makes you laugh.

"You're underestimating me, Kalen Talath."

"Very well," he replies, and the journey continues.

You're determined to push until you get out of this damned canyon, so even when your legs beg for rest and your feet prickle with pain, you forge on. Thank the gods your nails are clipped short, otherwise they'd be broken and chipped with the way you have to keep reaching to the rocky walls to catch yourself.

Kalen isn't struggling at all, you think as you glance at him through the corner of your eye.

His back is straight and his eyes alert, sharpening at even the slightest movement of a dry tumbleweed. If he is weary, it doesn't show. Then again, he is from the Tariq clan. The desert is like a home to his people and he is used to physical toil due to being a bodyguard. He took his job seriously even though there were little to no threats to your safety. There were many nights that you stayed up to secretly watch him practice his swordsmanship.

"This canyon," you ask to fill the silence, "was it always like this?"

"If we are to believe the legends, then we are walking on the bottom of the biggest river that ever was," Kalen replies. "When gods still roamed the earth, one of them grew so thirsty that he leaned down to have a drink and emptied the river. A goddess passing through many moons later languished of thirst and found the river was drained. In spite, she cursed the land with an everlasting drought and it has been so since."

"That came straight from Bella san Adenai. One of my history books," you laugh. "I have it memorized."

"So do I, at this point," Kalen says, and you pause and turn to look at him.

"How? If you don't mind me asking," you add hastily.

"I am present in the room with you in your studies, am I not?" He replies. "I listen."

"You really are something," you say. "I have known noblemen less driven to gaining knowledge than you."

"I have nothing better to do with my life, My Lady." Kalen laughs.

"Are you never getting married, then?" You ask cautiously.

"No." His answer is so short that you bite your lip and drop it.

Don't start now, you warn yourself.

It's none of your business, even though you want it to be. The silence is a little awkward after that. It feels like your prayers have been answered when the Canyon of Pain ends as abruptly as it began, spitting you out into an ocean of dunes that stretch as far as the eye can see. It's so open and empty, not a tree in sight. There are a few rocky outcrops that provide shade, but even the closest of them is still far away. The wind hisses around your ankles and the air shimmers.

"Wow," you murmur.

"We'll wait here until the sun goes down," Kalen says. "At least we have the shade of the rock walls. And then we walk by night and until take shelter so that we can weather the worst of the day."

"Very well." You sit down- on the ground since there is no other option- and pull off your shoes.

"My Lady!" Kalen says in that gruff tone that indicates displeasure.

"It just looks bad," you say sheepishly, studying your feet.

"You are not used to walking such long distances on rough terrain. I should have given you rest," he sighs.

"I'm fine! Really, I don't even feel the pain."

Kalen crouches and takes your foot by the ankle propping it up on his knee, examining it. He frowns.

"You will soon. You should listen to your body, My Lady."

Despite the heat, your cheeks warm.

"I-I think I am?" You stammer. "Listening, that is. Um."

He ignores your fumbling and reaches into one of his pockets and brings out a small jar. It is filled with a light green paste.

"What is that?" You ask.

"A soothing balm," he says, scooping some out and gently applying it to the soles of your feet and your ankles.

"You will rest until we have to walk again," he says. "Perhaps I will carry you."

You don't protest this time, because while his touch is gentle, it wakes up your nerves, so you're feeling the pain now, just like he predicted.

You lean back against the rocky wall and sigh. You'd be anything for a bath, but you're not even going to entertain the thought. You'd be lucky just to find enough water for drinking. You hold out the waterskin to Kalen and when he refuses you scowl and say,

"You need to drink. I don't want you fainting of thirst."

His lips twitch, but he takes it and drinks a little. Then he too sits down, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He doesn't seem to get tired of holding his back so straight. You fidget, then take your hair down and braid it up again so the loose strands don't tickle the nape of your neck.

The dots of paint on your fingers are beginning to flake and with a start, you remember you were going to be attending the Nin festival in Denara with your parents. You had been so excited as you went to buy the paint to prepare yourself for the festival, only to return and find black smoke billowing from the pile of rubble your house used to be.

"Kalen?" You whisper, but he doesn't respond.

He's probably meditating. You use the collar of your dress to awkwardly wipe at the stray tears on your face and try to close your eyes and rest as well. You trust Kalen to keep you safe.

What feels like hours later, you wake up to a sudden noise. The sky is orange, growing darker as the sun falls below the horizon. You've been sleeping with Kalen's coat bundled under your head as a makeshift pillow. And as you prop yourself up on your elbows, you see the entrance to the Canyon of Pain in the distance.

He must have carried you here, to the shade of one of the rocky outcrops. You hadn't woken up when he carried you and you're rather ashamed about that. Only a few hours of journey is enough to do you in like that.

Then you remember that something woke you. You turn your head, expecting to see Kalen, but instead you're staring at the bony knees of a shriveled old man. He's crouched beside you and has his head tipped back, guzzling down the last of your precious water.

You let out a startled shriek and grab the waterskin from him, which knocks him off balance. He makes pitiful sounds and throws an arm up, clearly expecting you to hit him. You were considering it, but now you lower the waterskin and stare warily at him. Maybe it's just age, but he's rather funny-looking. He has no hair on his head but sports a full, bristly white mustache that pokes over his wet pink lips.

His skin is the color of cocoa, so wrinkled that it resembles dried fruit. He's also very short, coming no higher than your hip, wearing a loincloth and nothing more, which makes you wonder how he's surviving the heat. Maybe that's why his skin looks the way it does.

Once it's obvious you're not going to hurt him he smiles at you with the few teeth he has left and turns to a dusty pack lying on the sand and digs into it. He brings what looks like a piece of cactus out. The spikes have been cleaned off and the part where he snapped it off from a larger piece of cactus is leaking clear water-like liquid.

He wants you to take it. You hesitate, clutching the waterskin and staring warily at him.

Kalen appears around the rock. "My Lady, we can begin walking now-"

He pauses for just a moment to take in the scene and then lunges forward, drawing his sword. The old man yelps and drops onto his knees, clasping his hands together.

"Alone!" He cries out. "Alone!"

Kalen stops short looks around for any others. There are none. He points the sword at the old man's neck, then uses the flat side of the blade to force him to look up. The old man grins sheepishly, transforming his face into a sea of wrinkles and yellow, squinting eyes.

"You," Kalen says with a scoff.

The old man shakes his clasped hands in a begging gesture.

"Old friend," he says. "Old friend yes?"

You glance at Kalen. "Do you two know each other?"

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The sky is cotton candy🍦🍭

I lived by One Republic is playing as Sabrina is biking home for dinner.

It's a late 2012 afternoon, the sun is setting, and mom is about to call for dinner; I oughta get there before she starts to worry.

Peddling and peddling, trying to see how fast I can go down the neighborhood hill; I know, I know, there is a fair chance I might bust my face.

Busting through that door, wafting the aroma of sauteed onions and garlic from dinner, "Mom, I'm home !", I say as I'm going to my mom for a side hug, "It all looks lovely !"

"Well I appreciate it sweetie, come on, we're about to pray."

As a family we fold our arms, I volunteer to say the prayer today, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day-."

Dinner was splendid as usual, rice, feijoada, banana, farofa, barbecue ribs, and a salad on the side.

I ate my plate, and immediately went for another serving. Before running upstairs to go to my room, "Don't forget to do your homework !", my mom exclaims behind me.

I don't do my homework; for the life of me, I can't get myself to, I just want to watch YouTube videos and it's almost bedtime.

Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara starts playing as I'm in room picking out what to wear for school tomorrow.

Flipping through my closet, I am looking for what I should wear tomorrow; it's going to be Friday, one of my favorite days ! That means I must put together my best outfit of the week. I decided to go with my black, l love Yoshi shirt, my regular skinny jeans, and some white vans. I straighten my hair a bit more so it doesn't look puffy, I know I won't wake up before school to do it. I wear this outfit quite religiously I'll admit, I feel like I radiate in pretty girl energy when I do so.

My hair is a tangled up, curly mess, I feel like I look so much prettier with it straightened; It's a lot to keep up with but as mom says, "beauty hurts."

Now before bed, I must lastly wash my face so I don't break out, and I'm all good to go !

Lights by Ellie Goulding starts playing as the moon is up, goes down, and the sun comes back up.

It's 7th period science class, the day is almost over and I can't wait for the weekend. Walking down the halls, I see all the various social pools. Popular girls holding hands with delinquent, adolescent boys, then there are my friends and I, nerdy art kids with questionable style, being our loud, annoying selves; the highlight of my school day.

Now I'm on the school bus about to head home, and I know that the moment I drop my backpack off, I'll ask my mom if I can go play outside.

My mom gave me permission and with pure excitement, I hop on my teal Schwinn bicycle with brown leather accents and speed away to my friend April's house.

Castle on the hill by Ed Sheeran starts playing as I am approaching her house.

April is my best friend; we grew up together at church since primary, she's a year younger, we always play outside in her front yard. We loved to draw on the driveway with chalk, pretend we're a part of high school musical, jumping rope, hula hoops, and dancing around.

In the summers past, we'd barely get to play outside together, but some nights we'd have late night talks about silly, sappy things on the swings.

Sometimes her parents don't let her play outside, and I'd throw little pebbles at her window, hoping she'd open it and chat for a little without her parents seeing.

She's so my best friend even if she doesn't go to school with me; but hey, every summer we could always spend girls camp together, much like last summer. This year is going to be my third year and her second year at camp; I'm so looking forward to it !

I just approached her house and it looks like she can't play today, and I feel a bit bummed; sometimes it feels like we can barely hang out outside of church.

Little talks by of monsters and men starts playing as I'm throwing little pebbles at her window.

She opens up her window, looking a bit saddened, I wonder why so.

"Hey ! You okay ?"

She nods her head no and I say "come on out, wanna talk about it ?"

She gives me sorrowful eyes, saying, "I can't.."

"Well hey, we can just talk here then."

That's when she breaks the news to me, "I'm moving this summer, I don't think we'll be going to camp together, but you have my parents number if you ever want to talk, I'll make sure they send your parents our new address, maybe we can send each other letters.."

God this sucks. She's my best friend, I wanted so badly to go to girls camp with her this summer. Summer is so ruined.

I tell her, "Whyyyy ? You're my best friendddd ! Do you know where you're going ?"

She tells me, "I'm not too sure but it might be out of the city or state; you send me letters okay ?

In that moment we locked eyes, you can see that we were about to burst into tears. She starts tearing up some and I give her a hug through the window. Until sunset, we just chat like usual, laughing, and for a moment forgetting about the summer bummer.

Soon after, I hop on my bicycle and bike my way home before dinner starts.

Wake me up by Avicii is playing as I'm speeding down the neighborhood hill on my way to supper.

I felt really bummed all night and all weekend. I feel like there's a massive hole in my heart, and sinking feeling in my stomach, I barely wanted to eat dinner that night.

The weekend has passed and another school week has commenced; you can tell I was a walking bummer with my dreadful demeanor. Dreading class, dreading summer, dreading life...without my best friend.

I still went over to play after school as much as I could until the school year ended. Our parents planned an outing for us before the move in hopes of that cheering us up. Hey, at least I look forward to that.

Shower by Becky G is playing as I'm getting ready, singing in the shower with excitement.

I am wearing my soft blue Old Navy tee with skinny jeans and my white vans, my other best outfit.

We are going to hang out at Menchies to get frozen yogurt.

I see her coming in through that door with her parents, she looks beautiful. I swallow my thoughts, I mustn't look at her that way; she is a white rose , and I, troublesome with my rebellious ways.

Giving her a light hug as she walks in, I welcome her with glee. Our parents leave us be to be young teens, as they go walk around the strip mall, talking amongst themselves.

Us girls, we're just chatting away about our usual discourse, silly shows, silly thoughts, jokes, and feelings. The cotton candy sunset looks so pretty, and our frozen yogurt too sweet, not the best for our teeth, with vibrant flavors and candy toppings.

The table underneath, I felt her hand touch mine for a second, brief, and I felt all air lost; it was a foreign feeling to me. I wonder if she felt something too, I doubt it though , girls are only meant to be friends, nothing more of course.

Girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko starts playing as I am stunned by these brand new thoughts and feelings.

Underneath the table, I feel her fingers caress mine for a bit. I am shocked, completely. I must be overthinking it all.

Underneath the table once more, her fingers lock mine and stay.

And I feel, I feel something I can't put into words; my breath is lost, yet my pacing heart feels still, when she locks her hand in mine, and her hand stays.

I look at her, still for some reason trying to pretend we're just being friendly, and I ask her, "you think you won't have to write to me for too long ?"...."we'll hang out again, won't we ?"

"For sure, I mean, I'd hope to as soon as possible", she says with her eyes looking at her lap; you can tell, she's deeply saddened by this move, just as I am.

"Sabrina ?" , she says to me, "do you wanna have chat in the girl's room ?"

"-uh, sure !", I say, a bit confuzzled by that random request.

Standing by the soft pink stalls, she grabs my hand, you know I'm feeling it all rush down my body like rain on a car window.

I look at her and feel a bit tense, not knowing what's coming next.

"D-don't hate me okay ?", she says awkwardly before kissing me out of the blue; quite courageous of her.

I looked stunned, with my jaw slightly dropped, and my eyes widened, "A-April...", and before making her feel embarrassed, I grabbed her other hand and kissed her back, I wanted her to know that kissing me was okay. You can see in her face that she felt relieved, "I just wanted to make sure I had the chance to do this before I go.", she told me, trying to downplay as we both did, about how we felt.

I kissed a girl by Katy Perry is playing as we both just had our first kiss ever.

"We ought to get back out there before our parents start to worry.", I tell her as I am nervous about getting caught.

She agrees, we both know that this has to be kept between us; She's already moving far away, I don't want her to also be kept away.

Awkwardly walking out the restroom, we sat back down in hopes that our parents didn't see. I know they should be coming back anytime soon. You can tell just how badly we wanted to hold hands again, maybe even lean on each other's shoulders, and as much as I wanted to... I couldn't risk that.

And as much as we wanted to, I'm glad we didn't.

The store door bell jingles as we see both of our parents walk in not too soon after everything. We both try our best to act like we didn't just kiss each other a few minutes ago.

My mom says, "You girls had fun ?, come on, we have to go soon."

Ughhhh, I'm so not looking forward to being away from her. This has got to be the saddest way to start summer.

Summertime sadness starts by Lana del Rey playing as I am looking out the car window on the way home.

It's officially her last day here, I am outside her driveway, watching all the boxes load up into the truck, she's moving some hours away. "I'm glad we got to chat once more, I'll miss you April, don't forget about me okay ?"

With utmost sorrow, we hug for quite a long time, yet not too long, for we don't want to raise suspicion.

Summer passes, and so does a few years. Years of anguish, rebellion, and unrest within my home. I grew into myself, the shades of the girl I once was, the girl I tried so hard to be, had forfeitted over time.

We wrote to each other for sometime, eventually we started texting; although between my constant grounding and her not being allowed to be on social media, contact had faded, and my curiosity had grew.

Did she forget about me eventually ? Did our friendship just fizzle out from the distance ? Did she just outgrow me over time, had forgotten about that moment we shared at Menchies and grew into a person I no longer recognize ?

Glad you came by The wanted started playing as I am in my cap and gown, taking pictures outside after graduation.

I am taking pictures with family outside, and my high school friends soon after. All day I kept hearing something about this so-called "surprise". I know I am having a graduation party after this but I sure wondered what everyone had been talking about.

And to my surprise, "Sabrina !", I hear a familiar voice. As I am looking around I hear once more, "Sabrina, over here !", and oh my did she blossom.

I see her, I see her, it's her !, "April !", I yell out as we both run towards each other for a long awaited hug.

We both sobbed our eyes out, and to our embarrassment, our families are laughing, smiling as they are taking pictures of us.

"-N-no way !", I am on the floor sobbing, and the sky is cotton candy, just like that day we spent at Menchies.

"Come on, we have a graduation party to attend !", she says with excitement.

She IS the surprise.

Uma Thurman by Fall out boy is playing as we are both throwing down moves at my graduation party.

And underneath the starlit skies, somewhere outside, where only we knew, we kissed, and kissed, like our lips longed for this moment, to coexist.

As we grew older, eventually to branch out and away from our shame, many more late afternoons were spent, and as it was then, it is to this day; The sky is cotton candy 🍦🍭.

Forever stuck in our youth by Set it off is playing as the screen fades to only, soft pink, cotton candy skies.

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