#ive only flown once.

[clickr1999]

im fucking in japan

[cannibaleather]

I promise i will get back on the proverbial horse and make more edits eventually, i do. I just haven't felt fantastic abt gender shit lately and i've been very fuckin busy. I think the move took two months and i came out of it needing a cane to walk. So. Yknow.

I'm heading off in a weeks time to America for a month to see my fiancé though <3 so its gonna be a WHILE before i make anything new; due to i will be busy fagging it up irl! This is objectively a good thing!! I'm very excited.

[be-good-to-bugs]

:/ why is it that things cant work out ok for me?

[alienaiver]

Hey Nohr! I'd love to join your writing game! How about either Hawks or Aizawa (you chose!) and 124?

hi hey luna !! 🥰🧡 im glad you joined, i hope you enjoy it as well! (and sorry about the delay! 🧡)

i chose hawks (ive never written for him and i wanted to try!!) and the number gave the sentence: "this place creeps me out"! there's fluff ahoy and 1k words 🧡✨ hawks picks you up once and is mentioned to have done it before, but he is the number 2 hero, so!!! 💪🏼💪🏼

You’re walking behind Takami with your eyes looking around, trying to take in everything. He’d said that he wanted to bring you somewhere today, and had flown for over an hour with you in his grasp. Even if you have been dating the number two hero for over six months (though none of it has been discussed or is official between you, your brain reminds you), you’re not used to his choice of transportation. But it does make sense, he’d get recognized on trains too easily, and you’d have to pretend you didn’t know each other.

”This place creeps me out.” You say, your hands linked behind your back. Takami barks out a crude laugh as he slows down to walk next to you. He reaches out with a looped arm and you wrap yourself around it. ”It’s a very special place, sweet tweeks.”

Sweet tweeks. Takami had a special way of coming up with nicknames you felt you’d heard before but were completely made up. It was a cute little quirk and you felt warmth grow in your face whenever he came up with a new – ridiculous – one. You hum a reply and squeeze his arm, noticing the rust on the pipes that’s running along the building walls. The weather is sunny but the tall buildings are stealing the rays from you and so you can’t help but shiver.

You reach a dead end and Takami laughs, ”up we go!”

That’s the only warning he gives you before he once again picks you up like you’re simply a backpack with nothing in it. You can’t hold back the surprised squeal coming from your body and he can’t hold back an airy laugh. He finds this more amusing than you’d like him to, ”Keigo!” you scold, but it’s really to no avail.

When you reach the roof, he lets you down gently and lands next to you, a laugh escaping him at your wind-blown hair. You pout and sigh but he just grabs your chin with his pointer and thumb, ”look, squidling. Isn’t it beautiful?”

He turns your head slowly to the view you’d barely noticed when you landed and a gasp leaves you. Takami whistles before wrapping his arms around you from behind, ”breathtaking, right?”

He kisses the top of your head and you nod, ”it’s not as creepy as from below.” you admit, wrapping your own arms around his. It’s a sunset over the water. You’re on top of a building that isn’t the tallest, but it towers over the smaller ones in the area. The water has turned a deep red from the setting sun, reflecting small and beautiful sparkles. A content sigh leaves you.

He leans in and kisses you behind the ear, ”almost as breathtaking as you.”

You can’t hold back the snort you let out at the cliché line he just send your way, the image of a wannabe bad boy coming to your mind. As much as Takami enjoys flirting with you shamelessly, it usually comes in concrete compliments and teasing.

The banality of the line makes you push yourself closer up against his back. He happily pulls you closer, his lips not leaving your skin.

”y’know…” he whispers, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket, ”I really like you.”

You stay silent, holding your breath. You like Takami a lot but you’ve also tried to be mindful of his space – of his position as the number two hero. Forcing him into a relationship wasn’t something you’d been interested in doing to him. But you also cannot deny that this is somewhat of a dream come true. Something that’s been brewing the past six months.

It’s a long time to keep someone at arm’s length, anyways.

He stays silent so you chance a hum, to show you’re listening. He sighs deeply as his head slumps onto your shoulder. A nervous chuckle escapes him, ”I’m usually not this scared about anything…”

His arms tightens around you as he whispers his most sincere confession, ”but I’m terrified of losing you.”

You give his arms a reassuring squeeze. You’re about to say something supportive, something understanding but he straightens up and talks again, ”but I want to be honest with you, squinky. I want to introduce you to people – close friends of course – as my partner. I wanna call myself your boyfriend. But it’s something… that I’ve been running away from for a very long time. When people come to close, I…”

He clicks his tongue, annoyed by how tongue-tied he feels. You squeeze at his arms before you turn around in his grasp and face him. His cheeks are a wonderful shade of red, accentuated by the red skies. As the sun’s final rays disappear, you feel a shiver run through you.

You run your hand over his cheek and smile, ”we can take this at any speed you’d like. I know you’re used to being the fastest but… it is possible to do things slowly sometimes.”

He snorts and looks away. You often do this, see right through him. In the beginning, he bristled when you hit too close to home but he’s started enjoying it, wanting to see and hear more from you – even if he feels naked and powerless underneath your all-seeing eyes.

You lean in to give him a light peck on the cheeks, ”if I’m honest… I feel giddy thinking about calling you my boyfriend. But titles aren’t all in a relationship. Communicating about where we both stand – like we’re doing right now, is fine as well.”

He smiles, ears burning red at your admission. Then, he returns the peck but deepens it, ”this is actually my secret spot where I come to think. I wanted to share it with you because… I want to share a lot more from now on.”

A teasing smile erupts on your face and with a teasing tilt in your your voixe you ask, ”even your fried chicken?”

Takami shakes his head before nuzzling his nose up against yours, ”doodly, we’re talking marriage before I share my chicken with anyone.”

You laugh and punch his arm without much force, ”I’ll look forward to that proposal then.”

The sky isn’t even close to be as red as his face.

[theivydorms]

ROSEWOOD RENAISSANCE READATHON DAY TWO (part two)

THIS IS YOUR SPOILER WARNING and yappuccino warning

the second hand embarrassment from Lottie calling her house "Florence Ivy" is insanely strong, tho binah saves the day for both mine and Lottie's "oh god, im already a social outcast and an embarrassment" vibe

honestly props to Freddie for being able to repeat the same thing all day while still being a bit chipper because god that would be really boring by the end of an hour surely

anisaskia mention! (ive forgotten the ship name, forgive me)

Lottie constantly mentioning her mother and making her proud just wants me to give her the biggest hug ever (canonically she is three years older than me but she is a baby to me (esp. in books one and two))

I love the detail of the path becoming cobbled as they approach the ivy dorms (what a great name, it would be so cool for a username for a rosewood fan account no? ehehe) since connie said they were in the oldest buildings and cobbles are like the oldest street paving yadayada we know history its cool *picture evidence of this knowledge*:

not rylely THE STAG distracting Lottie from CORRECTING BINAH ON THE CORE MISUNDERSTANDING FOR THE PLOT, linking to Jamie (who is a core element and HAS REPEATED THEMES OF DISTRACTION FOR BOTH HIM ADN LOTTIE) being described as a stag, having antlers, Bambi links etc etc throughout the rest of the series. CONNIE YOU'VE DONE IT AGAIN

"Lottie gulped at this thought; she did not deal well with being shouted at." Lottie hating being shouted at 🤝 Me, equally scared and horrified of being shouted at

Lottie mentions "anxious loneliness" in CHAPTER FOUR OF BOOK ONE, girl doesn't even know what's coming next

I have wanted a purple Persian rug since Lottie mentioned it, maybe ill find one someday 😔

"Was she ... asleep?" girlie, she's just flown seven hours after leaving the only building she's ever known and is now on the otherside of the world! she's gonna need a nap

WHAT A MEET CUTE

and would you look at that, too much yapping once more, see you for chapter 5 in part three lol

[thedeadthree]

— WIP FRIDAY !

TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!

TAGGING: @feystepped, @risingsh0t, @kingsroad, @griffin-wood, @jendoe, @phillipsgraves, @marivenah, @leviiackrman, @chuckhansen, @denerims, @queennymeria, @aartyom, @blissfulalchemist, @shellibisshe, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @corvosattano, @jackiesarch, @wayhavenots, @pegxcarter, @malefiicarum, @nightbloodraelle, @roofgeese, @morvaris, @jacobseed, @nuclearstorms, @carminasolis, @girlbosselrond, @anoras, @fragilestorm, @shadowglens, @arklay and you!

teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

[reytiri]

IV. Flee

Pairing: Neteyam x y/n

"let's go," Marok urged. You grabbed your bags heading to the edge of high ground.

You called your ikran, as she landed you swiftly tied your gear down.

The rest of the group doing the same. "Let's go," Jake said swiftly boarding his ikran and taking off.

You all took off. You took one look back at the clan. You wondered if this was the correct choice.

"You okay?" Marok asked flying beside you. You only nodded.

-

You approached the edge of the clan.

You head a loud sound buzzing, best guess informing the the clan of your arrival. You landed behind Neytiri and Jake.

Jake and Marok, quickly approached the T'sahik and ole'ykatan.

"Ole'ykatan, Tonowari I see you, T'sahik, Ronal I see you," Jake spoke, Marok following his leads in signs of respect.

You stepped forward taking Kiri's hand in your own, sensing the tension.

"Jake Sully, why have you come to us?" Tonowari asked.

"We seek Uturu for our families," Jake spoke swiftly.

After a time of considering and T'sahik Ronal Inspecting the group, they concluded you could stay.

The chief's daughter shower you to the pods, One for you and Marok another for the Sully's.

You sighed entering the pod, this will be your new home.

-

The sully kids, entered your tent to join you for lessons as the Metkayina kids called it.

You all headed down to the dock, joining the kids in the water.

You swam with them but, frequently took more breathes. Not being able to hold your breathe as long as them.

"You all are not good swimmers," Ao'nung said earning a slap to the head from Tsireya.

"We are trying," You defended.

"You are, the rest not so much," Ao'nung added.

You rolled your eyes. You all headed back to the shore to rest for the rest of the day.

-

"Y/n!" You heard someone call out. You turned to see Ao'nung runn ing over.

"What?" You asked swiftly.

"Your ikran, can I meet it?" He questioned.

"You want to meet my ikran?" you asked giving him a questioning look.

"Yes," He responded swiftly. You nodded.

You started walking tot he side of the island, where you left the ikrans.

You approached the ikrans softly, making sure not to spook them.

You called your ikran, as she approached you. You rubbed her head softly.

"Come," You instructed Ao'nung.

He approached you took his hand placing it on your ikran.

He smiled, as she nodged her head into his hand.

"Take me for a ride?" He said looking up to you now.

"No, it's dangerous you have never flown before," You shook your head.

"Please, y/n," He grabbed your hand just as Neteyam would.

"Fine but, we're staying low and don't annoy me," You spoke swiftly hopping onto your ikran.

He joined hopping on behind you.

"Hold on," You warned as you felt his hand loosely on your waist.

Once you took off he gripped tighter. Flying along the side of the island only a few feet above the ground.

After about an hour of talking and flying, you flew back to the spot.

"Thank you," He smiled as you landed.

"That was exhilarating," He smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow!" He said heading back to the village.

You sat beside your ikran.

"So, This is what you do now?" Neteyam said approaching. You gave him a questioning look.

"Did you just come here because the men back home weren't good enough?" He questioned angered.

"Neteyam, what?"

"You've known him a day!" He said," A fucking day!"

"Yeah, and I took him for a ride nothing else!" You defended.

"yeah and I bet tomorrow you'll screw him!" He said before angrily walking off back to the pods.

You sat there stunned and hurt at his words. You knew the reason you came here was for him.

You stayed beside your ikran longer than you should have. Eclipse had passed.

-

Marok entered the Sully's pod hoping to find you there.

"Have any of you seen y/n?" He asked entering the pod.

"Not since this morning," They all said.

"Neteyam?" marok asked noticing him remaining mostly silent.

"I'll get her," Neteyam said standing and exiting the pod silently.

Neteyam went back to the place he last saw you hoping you'd be there. He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about you.

"Y/n?" He questioned silently.

You looked up seeing him, almost immediately looking back down.

"Y/n, it's past eclipse let's go," He said moving closer.

"I'll stay here," You responded.

"Look, about earlier-"

"No you don't get to do that," You said no standing infront of him," You don't get to stand there and be mad at me, or assume why I came!"

"Goodnight," You stopped the conversation walking through the forest back to your pod. As you entered you were met with an angry Marok, however, you were much angrier and jsut at the sight of you he picked up on this letting you walk straight past him and into your sleeping quarters.

-

REMINDER: REQUEST ARE OPEN (im begging for request please my lovies please)

[kristiemewisstan]

I LIED THIS IS THE FAVORITE THIS ONE FEELS SO REP CODED AT THE START OH MY GOD

once the flight had flown, with the wound of a rose

A LYING TRAITOR

AT LEAST I HAD THE DECENCY TO KEEP MY NIGHTS OUT OF SIGHT ONLY RUMORS BOUT MY HIPS AND THIGHS AND MY WHISPERED SIZE OH LORD I THINK ABOUT JUMPING OFF OF VERY TALL SOMETHINGS TO SEE YOU COME RUNNING AND SAY THE ONE THING IVE BEEN WANTING BUT NOOO

this song is perfect i’ll listen to it 1000 times

[gtunesmiff]

At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee

I Oft when the sun along the west His farewell splendor throws, Imparting to the wounded breast The spirit of repose My mind reverts to former themes, To joys of other days When love illumined all my dreams. And hope inspired my lays.

II I would not for the world bereave Fond Memory of those times. When seated here at summer eve. I poured my early rhymes To one whose smiles and tears proclaimed The triumph of my art, And plainly told, the minstrel reigned The monarch of her hear

III Enriched with every mental grace, And every moral worth, She was the gem of her bright race, A paragon on earth; So luminous with love and lore, So little dimmed by shade, Her beauty threw a light before Her footsteps as she strayed.

IV But all the loveliness that played Around her once, hath fled; She sleepeth in the valley's shade, A dweller with the dead; And I am here with ruined mind. Left lingering on the strand, To pour my music to the wind, My tears upon the sand.

V I grieve to think she hears no more The songs she loved so well That all the strains I now may pour Of evenings in the dell, Must fall as silently to her, As evening's mild decline Unheeded as the dewy tear That Nature weeps with mine.

VI Oh, if thou canst thy slumbers break, My dear departed one, Now at thy minstrel's call awake, And bless his evening song-- The last, perchance, his failing art May o'er these waters send-- The last before his breaking heart Shall songs and sorrows end.

VII I fain would let thee know, blest shade, Though years have sadly flown, My love with time has not decayed-- My heart is still thine own; And till the sun of life shall set, All thine it must remain, As warmly as when first we met, Until we meet again.

VIII If I have sought the festal hall, My sorrows to beguile, Or struck my harp at lady's call, In praise of beauty's smile Oh, still thou didst my thoughts control Amid the smiling throng; Thou wert the idol of my soul, The spirit of my song.

IX Take, take my rhyme, 0 ladies gay, For you it freely pours; The minstrel's heart is far away It never can be yours. The music of my song may be To living beauty shed, But all the love that warms the strain I mean it for the dead

~?Mirabeau B. Lamar

Columbus Ledger - Enquirer 1978 Poem Extols Editor's Grief

"[The cottage of] Mirabeau B. Lamar and his wife, Tabitha Lamar... was so near the Chattahoochee River that the spring floods of 1829 inundated the floors. Their favorite evening stroll was the quarter mile of river bank only three blocks from their home, for which Lamar predicted a future as a promenade. Two years after his wife's death. Lamar wrote "At Evening on the Banks of the Chattahoochee," as he sat here at the spot made dear by its association with her..."

[vincentvalenfine]

For the writer question, all evens go

aw fuck here we go

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen

listen I wrote fic on paper back in summer camp 10+ years ago and while I can do it, im gonna fuckin complain about it (and install talk to text)

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

hmm.... rage. when it's used in the right moment, the depths of anger it relays, the emotion of such tremendous anger is really powerful to me tbh

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

that my work is always far worse than I think it is and people are merely pitying me when they say its good

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I could do either honestly but I think I'll pick no dialogue, using only action to tell a story is fun!

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

uhhhh idk that i'm necessarily haunted by any writing?? i would consider haunting to be like... a mix of nostalgia and regret, maybe yearning too. can't think of anything that really hits that feeling for me writing-wise

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

i would wish for... ability to focus on writing a novel, ability to edit that novel, and ability to get it published

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I never lent books to ppl cause I was always the one borrowing them LOL

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

I don't even remember all the weird shit ive used tbh, i wish i could!!! my hand is a fave tho, have used plasticware spoons/forks... receipts are a classic

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

“Doctor Zeigler is just trying to keep everyone healthy, Huntress. No one here considers you incapable, so please don't feel offended when help is offered. We are a team, after all.”

Team is straining it a little; still, Huntress has to admit there are a few moments still clear in her mind when teamwork had flown smoothly, though. She just doesn’t want to admit to needing any help. Isn’t she the one with the fancy cloak and the fancy rifle, the one who’s been helping out? Her problems should be her own, along with everything else she’s brought with her.

She still hasn’t moved when Genji sighs a little, and surprisingly reaches up his hands near the back of his head. The soft hiss of compressed air being released startles her - she hadn’t even realized the faceplate could be removed, and she finds herself holding her breath for a moment as he takes it off, eyes widening a fraction when she sees the scarred skin come into view, his angular eyes somehow far sharper than the bright green of his visor. Uncomfortably, she’s reminded of how Hanzo had watched her. Brothers, indeed. The metal that frames his face makes the sight disconcerting as she continues to stare until finally averting her gaze, mumbling a tiny apology.

“It is not shameful to accept help when it is offered to you, though I can see you do not feel the same about this. I have needed much help in my life, and while I might have once felt resentful of it like you do, I have learned much since then, and I hope you can come to the same realization that I did. So please, eat. It will make you feel better.”

this is from my overwatch fic about my girl huntress and I always did have a scene in mind where she sees genji's face for the first time. tying it in with her trouble accepting help and eating properly made it feel impactful to me, with genji extending some vulnerability to show her that it's okay to be vulnerable and need help. it's a good scene ur honor

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

love. writing never needs to be perfect to have an impact anyway and getting published is overrated

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

google docs, i just name things pretty straightforwardly so I know what it is (like "Hanzo fic" or "X worldbuilding")

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

no prep we research mid-paragraph like fools

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

if it's a canon character I'll go through anything that features them, read their dialogues, lore, etc to help me get as much into their mindset as possible, I like being able to imagine any dialogue ive written in their voice so it checks out. there are some characters that are really Intense to get into honestly, I have to make sure it doesn't affect my own mental health to dive into that mindset, esp with characters that are depressed since I have that issue myself and it can push me in bad directions if I get too attached.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I find Genji Shimada it be very delightful to write for, he has a very wholesome mindset about himself that gives me a good boost of mental wellness like "he can be so kind to himself.... maybe I can be kind to myself too" and it makes me feel good!! also he's so fucking funny tbh

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I don't recall ever writing in my dreams, but i have definitely taken inspiration from my dreams before! ive gotten characters, plots, some worldbuilding, it's not a constant deluge but sometimes my subconscious just cooks up some real fun, unique ideas

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I don't have one really tbh... adhd brain forget shit lmao

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

so fucking necessary!!!!!!!

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

im adhd babey i know So Many Thing

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

uhhhhhh being able to somewhat mimic the accent of whatever character I'm writing helps me with believable dialogue? does this count?

40.Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Cat mews at my door/Asking for breakfast early/It's seven am 🙄

[fagsex]

ive only flown once but i kinda wish i could do it again because it seems like my kind of deal of experience

[thehiddengodsofficial]

The Kaiju Saga Installment 2: Monsdan

!!TW!! Graphic depictions of gore, violence, fear, assault, potential abuse, and hefty mental topics, DNI if under 18

CHAPTER I: Birth and Death

He was created, seemingly out of nowhere, he stayed in the void for a long while, learning much from his older and much wiser brother Sekai. After thousands of millenia spent in the void Monsdan set out, wanting to find purpose in his life, but this would be extremely short lived, as a creature known as Titanus Jinshin-Mushi otherwise known as MUTO Prime, had sensed that Monsdan was competition, thus, MUTO Prime set out to find, and kill him. After many encounters, Monsdan finally decided to stay and fight, and fight he did. He fought, and fought, as hard as he could… but it wasn't enough. MUTO Prime had the upper hand, and with 4 hard hitting strikes, Monsdan was killed. 

CHAPTER II: Rebirth

Hundreds of years came and went, and eventually Sekai figured out that his brother was killed. He. Was. Furious, but unfortunately he was mostly powerless to help, he had no clue who had done this to his brother, so he took what he could… Monsdan's lifeless corpse, and he flew away from earth, taking his body to a star, then, using his own power, he entered the void and attached two of his heads to Monsdan's body, using his third head, he bit down on the star, and drained it of any cosmic energy it had. After a grueling amount of waiting, a loud, guttural roar was heard. Monsdan had awoken, he stayed in the void with his brother for a long while, but after another long amount of time, Monsdan once again set out on his own journey. This time, he went down to hell, to start anew. He took a liking to the overlords of hell, growing very close to a few of them, Zestial, Carmilla, and Missi Zilla. 

CHAPTER III: Growing Power

It had been some time now, and Monsdan was quite accustomed to living in hell, and finally, he could regain what he had lost. Power among the people. So that he did, he talked to Carmilla and Zestial, as it had turned out they needed someone to run the meat industry. As… humiliating and demeaning this job was, it was exactly what he had needed, so he took the job. As the time went, he continued to learn, adapt, and grow his power. 

CHAPTER IV: New Love

Monsdan had finally achieved power among the people again. One day, he was called to an all overlords meeting, odd… he had never been called to this before, only told he COULD show up, not that he HAD too, so he figured this was important. He opened his window (which he used more like a door) and spread his wings, even though he had flown in hell before, it still felt just as good as the first time, to feel the air between his wings again, it was bliss. Eventually Monsdan finally made it to the meeting area, he landed with a massive slamming sound, and used his wings like a second set of legs so he could walk instead of having to fly and hover everywhere he went, he bent down squeezing under a door, and took his seat (which was more of a throne) the meeting began, and Carmilla revealed that the extermination was moved up, instead of a full year, the timer was cut in half, they only had 6 months to prepare. “Shit” Monsdan thought to himself. After the meeting had climatically ended in a musical number, Monsdan left, troubled by the news, he had already died once, he refused to ever die again. 

 “Hey, you alright man?”

Monsdan was so deep in thought he hadn't noticed how obvious it was that he was troubled

“Pardon?”

“I was asking if you were good, you look kinda meh. Are you good?”

“I'm… fine, just very deep in my own thoughts.”

“You don’t sound fine, you sound, like,  all kinds of fucked up.”

“Do I? I don't mean to give the wrong idea.”

“I mean… You wanna hang out at my club? Klub Kaiju? It'll calm ya down, I promise.”

[chrismcshell]

lil personal rant that im putting under a readmore just because it's not important, really just a "using tumblr as my diary" moment, & i wanna make it easy to scroll past:

leaving for my trip soon (visiting family in BC with my mom) & i kinda wish i wasn't!! i don't wanna be away from home for half of the month of june! i just moved into this apartment just over a month ago, and the past couple months have been so busy, i'd love to just chill here for a while... also it's the perfect time of year to be hanging out in my own city, going out to enjoy the nice weather, going to markets n stuff.... and i'd much rather be able to come home to my own apartment at the end of the day, rather than staying with my aunt....

ultimately im sure it'll be a nice trip, ive always wanted to see BC, i just wasnt very involved with planning this whole thing & kinda wish we couldve done it at a different time, even just a month later. but oh well. c'est la vie

(...AND ANOTHER THING, i'm also a bit scared of travelling by plane. i have only flown once in my life, and i was 4 years old so i dont really remember it. so it's mostly just fear of the unknown. but then there's also the very real possibility that the damn boeing plane could fall apart mid-flight,)

[wonh0z]

we (my mom) has been talking about airports for TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES and i keep saying "ive flown once in 2016"

She has described the ohare airport in extensive detail twice now when that is in fact one of the only airports ive been to

I'm abt to scream

[khukri]

im so stressed out about planes not requiring masks anymore and the huge wave of cases thats about to hit the plane industry which is gonna cause delayed and cancelled flights all over the place for months if not years. im supposed to fly out for my gfs graduation in a month and if i dont get to go bc of all this shit im going to have a breakdown

[aromanticweiss]

wish i had one of those lil printable cards i could hand to tsa agents that says like. "im not suspicious im just autistic" but in official speak yknow