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timbrhead · 4 months ago

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metanoia | pt. 05.1 - scared to live, scared to die

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨;

>> welcome, my name is 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚, and ill be your scriptwriter (^‿^✿). my story will be kind of an choose-your-own-adventure story with a poll at the end of every part, where you can vote how the story continues.

This will be honkai star rail x fireader story with these elements: reincarnation, slow burn, i gave reader a proper personality (sry, not much customisation there), does not follow the original storyline

previous part <<< >>> next part (interlude chapter)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ( this is important )

mentions of light injuries

surprisingly, your plan worked better than you expected.

well, not exactly in the way you hoped— you had the sneaking suspicion that he knows that you are not really mei lian. but at least he believed you when you said that you meant no harm.

one thing you learned about the general was, that through his many years of living, he could read ordinary people like an open book. it made sense; when you live for a few hundred years, you tend to pick up on the patterns of human behaviour.

even though he tends to laze around a bit, that doesn’t mean at all that he isn’t perceptive and cunning. in fact, it makes him even scarier that way— even in a drowsy and laid back state, you cannot escape his sharp gaze.

so he lets you quietly exist beside him, the impostor housing the body of his personal servant, just in case you attempt to try anything.

that was the only logical reason you could think off why he lets you live; to keep an eye on you. to study you.

but it wasn’t all bad, being under the watchful gaze of the general. he did not harm you, and after registering the fact that you were physically in a rather weakened state for a long life species, he even began to care for you.

you didn’t even register all the physical differences your body had. you noticed that your body was thin and lean, malnourished. you couldn’t carry heavy things, and you couldn’t run for long periods of time.

it was as frustrating as it was intriguing— it really made you wonder what mei lian survived with her siblings.

on the topic of your siblings, the general was kind enough to send out a search party for them, concerned as you were over their disappearance. maybe he saw that your worry towards these children were genuine, and decided to indulge you— that was at least your suspicion.

you were grateful nonetheless, it would be a pain to search for your siblings during your long work hours as the generals personal attendant.

not that it was a particularly hard job. it was even more domestic than you thought, you muse to yourself as you pushed a cart filled with tea and rice cakes to the courtyard. you saw the general propped on the chaise lounge, leaning over the chessboard he was playing on with yanqing.

„ general, it‘s tea time… “

you announce as you pushed the cart towards him, the steaming tea pot emitting the lingering scent of jasmine through the luscious garden. as always, the general flashed you a smug smile. he hummed, resting his cheek on his knuckles.

„ ah, perfect timing “, he announced, watching with sharp golden eyes as you prepared his tea.

„ something on your mind? “, he inquires, tilting his head slightly. you flinch, looking at him with wide eyes before waving it off, forcing a small smile to stretch across your face. you took the steaming tea cup, putting it beside a plate of sticky, sweet rice cakes.

„ i have just been—it‘s just some trivial things, general. here you go. “, you mutter, noticing his smile slightly waver as he grabs the cup, taking a sip from it. you noticed that he doesn’t like it when you weren’t transparent with him. it made him think that you were plotting something.

„ if it bothers you enough, then it is not a trivial thing. i would like to know. “

you sigh, averting your eyes. biting your lip, you prevent the frustration bubbling up and spilling from your mouth. „it…It is my siblings, general, i‘m—i‘m worried sick.“

you force out, gripping the handle of the cart. it has been two months ever since you started to work for the general, and ever since then, nothing of significance has happened.

every day felt the same, wringing out your sanity bit by bit as you acted like someone you weren’t, living a life you didn’t want to live. the mask you wore was slowly merging into a second skin, trapping you in this illusion.

„ the search party is searching for them as we speak “, the general retorts, making you calm down a bit. you nod slightly, running a hand through your hair. „i—i know, general. and i‘m forever grateful, but—“ the grip around the handle grew tighter as your eyes narrowed in exasperation.

„ i just feel so helpless. “

you admit, hearing the general sigh shortly after that. „ if you wish to do more, simply pray for their return. leave this up to my people, i‘m sure they will be found. “ he says, finishing his cup. you frown, raising your head.

„ is…is that truly everything i can do? general, why don‘t you let me join a search party? i know my siblings the best, i could help—“

„ absolutely not. “

he stops you before you could say anything more. you bit your lip at that. right. if he lets you go, then he also loses the control he has over you. there was no reason to let you go unsupervised, leaving his watchful gaze.

you were just about to protest, when he was suddenly standing before you, gently shushing you with a finger pressed against your lips.

„ please, dearest. it‘s not good for you to be stressed. you will strain your body even more. “, he comments, before slyly smiling. „why don’t we take a stroll instead? it is not healthy to be coped up inside the house all the time, no? “

he suggests, and before you know it, you are taken by his hand, with no room for protest. you could only gasp out a confused „ hah? “ as he led you out of the office into the streets, your wrist in his tight grip.

no matter how you look at it, the general was sometimes even more odd than you.

as you were led through the crowd, one that was naturally parting for the esteemed general of the luofu, you noticed that it too was a test. with the way he observed you so carefully, he wanted to test your reaction to specific things, watching if anything would make you let out an unusual reaction.

that didn’t occur though, so after stuffing you full with various items of street food and buying you a silly looking hat that he photographed you wearing ( possibly to quench his silent disappointment ) , he lead you back towards the seat of divine foresight.

but just then, as you wanted to convince the general to please delete the photo on his phone, you noticed an unusual flash of green whizzing by. it was a woman in a green robe, with light brown hair that was swooped to the side.

and momentarily, you locked your eyes with her dull ones, ones seemingly swallowing you whole.

after that a whole chain reaction started.

your vision began to waver. you felt feverish, and you saw lights flashing by you. jing yuan‘s calls were a faint echo, and everything seemed to flash by in a single second. you couldn’t even register wether you were standing or not, everything was spinning, and it was too much, too much, too much—

the voices of the passer-by’s and the general were slowly replaced with memories not belonging to you, and you felt sick, toppling over before blacking out.

you heard faint screams of agony, making your body shiver.

your lungs burned, making you tear up.

from this point on, the story really begins to ramp uppp ~ so don‘t forget to vote on what the reader should do next!

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- xoxo, laina

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theforestghost · 6 months ago

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MegOP Week 2024 Day 2

Day 2: Sacred/Secret Fandom: Transformers Animated Prompt: Optimus is the reincarnation of the 13th but does not know it. Rating: G

Optimus stood uncomfortably, somewhere deep inside the Hall of Records, in an office he didn’t recognize. It was filled with data pads and an old desk that could easily be considered ancient. Behind the desk was a podium and on it a rectangular metal object that resembled a data pad but appeared even more archaic than the desk before him. The room was lowly lit, giving off a blue glow from lights that ran through the walls. Tall narrow windows stood high above, filtering in the orange light of Hadeen and showing the dust particles that danced in the air. Aside from the door he entered from, Optimus could see one more to his right, hidden behind shelving and an organic mesh curtain of a faded red, tied open by delicate bismuth rope. It was oddly expensive for decor in the Hall of Records and Optimus felt his tanks sink at the thought of who could possibly own this office.

He was not left waiting for long, however. The hidden door slid open and a single mech strode towards him with the same practiced elegance of any noble. Optimus clamped his plates shut as the mech approached the desk but chose to come before him instead. This mech was taller than Optimus, lean and wore a metal mesh cape of interlocking links that clinked ever so delicately as they moved. His armor was red and blue, but lighter in shade than his own and the plates on his faceplate resembled what Sari called a beard and mustache. Optimus did his best to not step back when he came to a stop right before him.

“You are Optimus Prime, correct?” The mech asked, his voice was hoarse and rough. Now up close, Optimus could see that his optics were far closer to a bright teal, hidden behind his helm crest and watching Optimus with a soft gaze that he did not feel as uncomfortable as he thought he would under.

“Yes, though I’ve been stripped of my title of Prime so it’s just Optimus.” Optimus said, foregoing formality. He was not here as an Autobot, but as a prisoner, a traitor to the Great Autobot Cause since he’d taken Megatron’s badge as his own. And when he’d just gotten to Iacon to help with the attack, the Elite Guard showed up just for him, but instead of being dragged in front of Ultra Magnus like he’d expected, he’d instead been brought before this mech who gave off a familiar field.

“You will always be a Prime, a true Prime. No matter your state of spark.” The mech said, placing a servo on Optimus’ shoulder pauldron. This confused him even more but the mech before him didn’t seem too interested in giving Optimus any answers as he continued to speak. “I am Alpha Trion, in proper formality I am a Councilman. In actuality, I am simply an observer. My duties lie in documenting the history of Cybertron and its people, from the time of my very creation, to now.”

Optimus knew the designation Alpha Trion. He was considered the oldest Cybertronian by many, the head of the Hall of Records, a Councilman with no significant achievements nor participation who many forgot even held the title. Optimus had only seen his image a couple of times and obviously had forgotten it quite easily. But why would someone who calls themselves an observer, bring a traitor to their own office instead of Fortress Max?

“I know who you are, but why am I here?” Optimus asked, flexing the stasis cuffs currently locked in front of him. “I’m a traitor to the cause, shouldn’t you be handing me over to Ultra Magnus?”

“If I did such a thing, I would not be free to speak with you as I am now.” Alpha Trion said. His optics trailed down to the stasis cuffs before looking back at Optimus. “I can remove these if you promise to stay and listen to what I wish to share.”

Optimus couldn’t deny it, he was curious. What did this Councilman want with him of all mechs? He couldn’t think of it as being anything good, that’s for sure. Maybe he thought Optimus could convince Megatron to stop their attack on Iacon? Not that it was gonna happen. Optimus was one of the processors behind their current assault, he wouldn’t stop halfway for some bot he just met! But he could hear him out if it meant losing the cuffs.

“Okay, deal.” Optimus said, holding out his servos.

Alpha Trion took them gently and released the lock with ease. The cuffs fell to the floor in a clatter and Optimus ran his servos over his sore wrists to make sure there wasn’t any damage. The Autobots who had captured him had been none too gentle with the shock feature on the cuffs and his plating was charred on the surface but perfectly fine underneath. Alpha Trion gestured for Optimus to follow him to the small podium behind his desk and Optimus did. He stepped to the side, allowing Optimus to stand beside him and view the rectangular object from before. When Alpha Trion ran his servo above it, the gears on the surface began to shift and turn, generating a mechanical sound very similar to their transformation sounds.

Before Optimus’s optics, the object shifted, opening up and expanding to reveal two glass screens on either side, illuminated in a bright blue. Alpha Trion tapped on one side and glyphs of an ancient writing appeared on both screens. Alpha Trion scrolled through this archaic data pad before stopping at one in a more modern script before he turned to Optimus.

“This is the Covenant of the Primes.” Alpha Trion explained. “The record I have made from the creation of myself and my siblings, to this very cycle. My existence is ambiguous, my opinions unnecessary. I simply see what our people do and record it, good or bad.”

“So you know that everything the council is doing is wrong!” Optimus said, turning to Alpha Trion and clenching his servos. “You know it’s wrong! And you’re in a position to change all of this and you refuse to do anything because of some personal belief that you aren’t allowed to? That’s slag!”

“I will not deny that my feigned ignorance has aided in the harm of many of Cybertron’s people, both civilian and warframe. I am reminded that every solar cycle I awaken from recharge and see what this society has become. But my role was decided by Primus and I cannot deviate from it, no matter the outcome.” Alpha Trion said, not looking at Optimus.

“That’s selfish!” Optimus said. “You can’t hide behind Primus and pretend everything is okay! Life doesn’t work like that!”

“Please settle, raising your voice at me will make no difference.” Alpha Trion ex-vented, finally turning to Optimus. “If you believe my position is so influential, then go and request the other Councilman to listen to me. I assure you they will simply ignore you.”

“So your position is just a farce? Is anything I’m hearing even real or just your delusions?” Optimus growled, denta bared. A habit he’d picked up from being around the Decepticons.

“Settle, Thirteen.” Alpha Trion said again.

“I am not Thirteen!” Optimus said. “You… you’re… you’re the one who’s been contacting me in that thread!?”

“I was.” Alpha Trion nodded.

“Why? I-I don’t get it?” Optimus held his helm in his servo. He began to pace to try and calm himself but it didn’t help but rev him up more. “I made that post since I didn’t have access to the archives from Decepticon Space. I was just looking for information on ancient artifacts and myths to distract myself. You were the one who gave me all of that information! But you kept calling me Thirteen, why?”

“Because that is your designation.” Alpha Trion said. “Before you became Optimus Prime, before any of Cybertron developed as a society and became capable of conquering planets. Back when it was just us, creations of Primus and an ancient race who wanted to make Cybertron their own. We fought them, destroyed them and drove them away, but we lost so many of our siblings. And even those of us that survived, they did not live long after, joining the Well and returning to our creator before they could see the results of our energon shed.

“You were the youngest of us, named Thirteen since you were the thirteenth created. So young but so capable. You were our strategist, you allowed our campaigns to flourish and succeed and gave us hope that we could complete the task Primus created us for. In the end, you survived the fighting, but joined the Well not long after, your frame too strained to keep functioning. I mourned you, all of us survivors did. You were our precious youngest.”

Alpha Trion stopped speaking. His field was tight with remorse and guilt, like even after all this time, he was still hurt by the loss of Thirteen. Optimus stood before him, watching and waiting for the rest of this story and what it would mean to him. He relaxed his servos though, feeling the earlier rage began to dissipate as the ancient mech before him slowly came undone.

“I apologize. We were brothers and after losing so many of the others in the fighting, I could not accept your end for a long time. I never expected to be the last remaining of my siblings, even with my task as an observer. I had always dreamed you would stand beside me as Cybertron grew and changed.” Alpha Trion admitted. “Until just over a million stellar cycles ago, when I received a message from Primus.”

“A message from Primus?” Optimus questioned, not truly believing this.

“It is possible to speak with Primus and our other siblings through the Matrix. I solely know its location and there have been numerous occasions in the past that I have received his guidance.” Alpha Trion explained. “Though I am unable to act on this information, I am often warned of changes to come. However, this time I was told that one of my siblings would reincarnate into a new frame in the near future. Primus had watched the decline of Cybertron and what it had become, so he sent one of his original creations to aid them… and that sibling was you, Thirteen.”

“And you expect me to just believe all of this?” Optimus asked. “This all sounds absolutely crazy! I have never heard of reincarnation nor the original thirteen creations of Primus! I barely even know you!”

“That is a fault of the Great Purge, many of our siblings were Warframes and the Council refused to accept them as being a part of the legacy of our people.” Alpha Trion said.

It made sense, but Optimus still wasn’t biting. “If I am this so-called Thirteen, then why can’t I remember anything?” Optimus demanded.

“You have the spark of Thirteen, but your frame was constructed through Vector Sigma, placed in a mature protoform and unable to grow like you naturally should. Your frame did not accept the old memories, leading to your insomnia.” Alpha Trion explained. “But I believe that interfacing with the ancient artifacts such as the AllSpark and Matrix will allow you to recall them. I have the Matrix here with me, if you just hold it in your servos I am certain you will remember everything about us.”

“N-n-no!” Optimus said, stepping back. “I won’t be tricked into holding something that can rewrite my processor!”

“Please Thirteen-“

“My designation is Optimus!” Optimus shouted. Alpha Trion was worse than Megatron in this case!

“You must remember your past in order to save Cybertron!” Alpha Trion pleaded.

“I will help Cybertron by getting back to the Decepticons and Megatron!” Optimus retorted. “I won’t go anywhere near that thing!”

“It will not harm you.” Alpha Trion said.

“You think I’m scared of pain?” Optimus stressed, stepping back even more. His optics darted to the door and to the window; he wasn’t seeing many escape options. “I will not be rewritten!”

Alpha Trion opened his intake to speak, but before he could, a massive explosion over helm caused both to drop to the floor, arms up to protect themselves from falling debris. Optimus’ battle mask snapped into place as he used the distraction to move away from Alpha Trion. His ax had been taken when he’d initially been caught so he instead grabbed a decent size chunk of fallen ceiling, ready to use it as a blunt object until he saw who’d broken the ceiling.

Megatron descended into the room, swords out and clearly ready to offline whoever had taken Optimus. He landed closer to Alpha Trion and leveled his sword with the old mech who still remained on the ground. Clearly he hadn’t gotten over the shock of the initial explosion.

“Megatron!” Optimus shouted, stepping around Alpha Trion to get to the warlord.

“Optimus, are you unharmed?” Megatron asked, optics trailing over his frame but the sword still pointed at Alpha Trion.

“I’m fine!” Optimus said, stopping just before the mech. “Your explosion hurt me more than he did. How’d you even find me?”

“I made sure I had the ability to find you even when your signature is hidden.” Megatron admitted.

“… Did you put a tracker on me?!” Optimus shouted, pointing a digit at Megatron.

“Given your history of getting lost on strange planets, I believe my actions are warranted.” Megatron admitted.

Optimus growled. “We will talk about this later!” He said. “Just get me out of here, I don’t want to be here anymore!”

“What did this mech do to you?” Megatron asked, wrapping a servo around Optimus and pulling him closer. His focus on Alpha Trion again, red optics burning bright.

“He just said stupid things.” Optimus said, hiding his faceplate under his helm.

Megatron glanced down at Optimus before withdrawing his sword and lifting him up to sit on his arm. Megatron wanted to question Optimus more but clearly he was uncomfortable here and needed to get away. So he turned on his thrusters, committed the kneeling mech’s appearance to memory and flew out of the hole he’d created. Optimus wrapped his arms around Megatron’s helm, hiding in his neck cables as Megatron took him back to their ship. Even the sounds of Iacon being attacked didn’t seem to disturb the smaller mech.

#optimus prime #megatron #optimus x megatron #fanfic #transformers animated #megop week 2024 #transformers #maccadam #megop #tfa megop #alpha

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dorothygale123 · 1 year ago

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Today I'd like to go over the LMK timeline, because I've seen a few of my mutuals confused about what happens when and how things go down. This is my own interpretation, but I think it holds together:

Assuming the show takes place in the 20th century, if DBK was sealed 500 years before the series started he would have been trapped in about 1500. This is the most solid date on my list. The next ones get a bit more headcannon-ish. See, DBK could have been sealed during the Journey, or he could have been sealed a bit after. The reason I lean towards the latter is because during the opening scene of Hero Is Born Wukong is shown alone and without his headband, meaning the fight takes place after it was removed. Therefore, DBK had to have been sealed after the Journey.

However, I don't think his battle with Wukong could have happened much more than 200 years after the Journey, mostly because of Red Son. Red is shown as a baby/toddler when the Samadhi Fire is split, which presumably takes place directly following JttW. Tripitaka being there during the ceremony proves that it was around that time, since his mortal lifespan gives a very small time frame. Wukong, on the other hand, is once again shown to be free of his headband, meaning Red Son's ceremony took place shortly after the Journey. When we meet Red in the series proper, he still seems very young by demon/celestial standards, so I don't feel comfortable assuming he's much more than 700 years old. Thus, the JttW couldn't have taken place too much before that.

The 1400's is just a ballpark guesstimate as to when the Pilgrims moved on to be reincarnated, but it had to have happened before Wukong sealed DBK because Wukong wouldn't have felt so listless and alone if any of his friends were still around.

Again, this isn't confirmed cannon, but I think it makes sense. I hope it helps anyone who's confused!

#lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #journey to the west #lmk red son #red son #dbk #lmk dbk #timeline #timeline theory #lmk timeline #lmk theory #lmk timeline theory #my theory #samadhi fire

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catboydan · 7 months ago

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helloooo i am curious about "Hmmmm" since that's just such a vague doc title, what's it actually about? also going to ask about phoenix since it's at the top of the list and you said that's the stuff that's closest to done!

(in re: the wip game)

well the fun thing about Hmmm is that it's actually just straight up smut lmao. the premise is catboys dnp uni professor phil x about-to-graduate dan smut in phil's office. it's the shortest of the bunch cuz it's a one-shot, and is surprisingly the only one on the list to feature catboys.

phoenix is fully-fledged enough that I can give u most of a little blurb! it's got about 20k, not counting the outline rn.

After dying at sea, Dan is reincarnated as a phoenix, stuck eternally putting up with an existence he only wants to escape. He struggles to find meaning in his life and come to terms with his role among the people of [location name tbd], who can't help but deify him. And then, a mysterious man shows up: an Elf from the veiled Albion--whose presence itself signals danger. As Dan investigates, he learns the Elf harbours a kind heart and a dangerous secret. Threats begin to converge from every angle, and Dan has to decide who he is--who he wants to be, [etc] (blurb isn't finished yet lmao but it gives the gist)

The title is tentatively Dogwood and Cherry Trees! it's set in a very forgotten realms-esque fantasy setting, though the locations are sneakily actually real. PJ is there as a traveling merchant who stops by regularly, there's a fortune teller, unicorns, some silly scenes, lots of angst and some whump, and dan's eternal quest to eat tasty food. The meat of the narrative takes place over a few decades, as Phil ducks in and out of the area Dan lives, trying not to stay in one place for too long for Reasons, but risking it for, well, you know.

sneak peak below the cut ;)

"It's beautiful," Phil mused, almost absentmindedly. Dan looked over to see he held aloft a single leaf, still green, on the smaller side, and a little brown from the drought. He stared as if inspecting it closely.

"Hm?" Dan asked.

"It's just lovely. The tree, too." Phil continued rotating the leaf's stem slowly between his thumb and forefinger.

The air had shifted. Sometime in the last few minutes, the small hours of the night had arrived, the time for sentimentality, the time for truths. Dan swallowed.

He could—but no. One of them was keeping mysterious secrets, and it wasn’t Dan. It wasn’t Dan. It wasn’t.

Instead, Dan tilted his head up to regard the cherry tree. It looked just like all the other trees in the orchard. “It sure is a tree,” he joked after a moment.

Phil attempted to throw the leaf at him, but it fluttered against the air and landed next to Phil’s shoulder instead. “Stop it. You know what I mean.”

��Sure,” Dan agreed. “Nature is beautiful, and all that.”

Phil’s head lolled to the side to look at Dan. “You don’t get it?”

“No, I do,” Dan insisted. “It is pretty out here. But that doesn’t mean you’d catch me looking at a leaf like I want to kiss it,” he teased.

Surprisingly, Phil didn’t react, instead just turning back to look up at the sky through the sparse canopy. The silence felt awkward. Dan cursed himself. Why’d he have to always default to making stupid jokes? Couldn’t he lean into the [feeling in the air] and be serious for once?

But thankfully, Phil eventually replied. “I guess it’s different for me. It’s just, everything in the Kingdom is so different. It’s all curated, styled. Every tree or shrub or flower is picked out. But out here stuff just… grows. It just is.”

Dan gestured to the trees around them, growing in a small grid of straight-ish lines. “Phil, we’re in an orchard. It’s absolutely curated.” He’d done a lot of work curating it, in fact. “But,” he added before Phil could cut in, “I get what you mean. Out there.” He waved a hand towards the edge of the orchard, where the forest proper began.

“No, really, even here. Even the orchards in the Kingdom are pristine,” Phil said. “Not a blade of grass out of place.” He plucked the flower of a clover patch near him. “They’d never allow this to grow.” He paused. “I think you’d have to see it to really get it.”

Then Phil quieted for a while and continued to gaze at the sky above. Dan chose to stay quiet too, against his nature, hoping Phil might continue. He struggled to control his breathing, keeping it at a steady pace despite his heartbeat speeding up. Was he finally going to talk about the Albion?

Eventually, miraculously, Phil took a deep breath and began. “The buildings, the walkways, they’re made of cast stone. Moulded by a wizard to be perfectly shaped. The paths are lined with trees that are always in bloom, perfect grassy meadows, beautiful flowers. They get seeds from all over the world. Landscapers compete to make the prettiest and the rarest decorative plants. Leaves with weird colours, bigger and brighter flowers, making some of them tiny or maybe huge. Stuff like that.

“I heard we used to have a whole forest, but I don’t know how big it was. It’s not there anymore, not really. It’s like a big garden now. People go there and wander around and go on dates and mingle. It’s a destination, I guess. And caring for it is a full-time job, ‘cause it’d die without upkeep. I’ve seen it happen. Things can just—“ Phil made a poof motion with his hands, “—they can just crumble, once they’ve been changed. Like literally, into dust.

“But that’s normal in the Kingdom. Everything requires upkeep.” Phil shrugged. “And it really is pretty, definitely. But it’s so intentional. So of course it’s pretty; it’s supposed to be.

“But out here, everything just feels more real. [Loc name] is real. It just exists. No one carved it into existence. Anteios—the whole Albion, really—it’s nice, but it’s also just kind of boring.”

Dan absorbed every word. Phil hadn’t looked at him the whole time he’d talked, but Dan hadn’t been able to look away.

And as always, Dan felt like he understood Phil perfectly. “It’s not authentic,” he said.

Phil smiled gently towards the sky. “Yeah, exactly. It’s not authentic. Maybe that’s what everything here has. [Loc name] isn’t here for any particular reason, it’s just here. The people just look like themselves, not trying to perfect themselves with a glamour. The land, the people, that leaf, they’re all beautiful. I don’t think anything Albionian can ever be beautiful in the same way.”

As Dan gazed at Phil, and Phil gazed at the stars, Dan did not deny Phil’s claim aloud; but, heart racing, with the smallest, quietest voice hiding in the deepest part of his consciousness, Dan disagreed.

#no spoilerinos since this will hopefully make its way onto ao3 like... eventually lmao #antiadvil #just a lil snippet :)#ask #ask game #tysm for asking beloved mutual muah muah < forehead kisses #val comes out of hiding

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aurora-313 · 2 years ago

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From Once More To See You Again.

For context, Teen Kaien lost a bet at school. As a result his mullet is gone and he's got an undercut that's slowly growing out. This snippet takes place after his powers are restored and memories reawakened (just in time for Rukia to be kidnapped and SS arc to kick off luckily enough):

"Stop it, that tickles!" Kaien jumped, chuckling with a hand resting protectively over the fluffy scruff of his undercut (feels weirdly short since he remembered the hair being a lot longer as a Lieutenant.)

Nejibana blinked once. Then she leaned in, predatorial look in her eyes and it out Kaien on edge (dear god, he prayed she doesn't turn back into a dragon hollow again. Being bitten nearly in half once was quiet enough, thank you.)

His unease compounded into abject fear when mischief danced across that sun-kissed face. A look that reminded Kaien far too much of a younger Kukaku when she was on one of her pranking sprees.

"Ticklish, you say?"

"Nejibana..." Kaien warned reproachfully, but his Zanpakutou spirit already leapt into action.

"Neji-NO!" Next thing Kaien knew, Nejibana has him in a headlock and her claws ruffling his stubby do. "S-stop it-haha!!"

"Never~!" Nejibana trilled happily, Kaien squirming and laughing hysterically in her grip.

Most fics I read pose Nejibana as this prim and proper yet fierce woman to balance out Kaien's rough and tumble attitude. My Nejibana is a chaotic gremlin and Kaien's enabler/partner in crime. I've described her to my beta-readers as 'Kukaku-lite'.

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

My sister-in-law actually. When I wasn't even a teenager, a tween, my sister-in-law pointed my brother and I to this series as a fun monster-of-the-week story before we got hit with the Soul Society arc. We were blown away by Aizen's reveal as a traitor and it was so cool. Admittedly all of our interests flagged quite a bit, I stuck around until the end because of sunk-cost fallacy but my siblings+in-laws departed.

What got me interested again was the TYBW being animated. I was perhaps a bit too optimistic about how they might change it for the better (I'm sorry to say so far I'm not impressed.)

But as a magic system and a world, its an awesome sandbox to play in and the concept of your power manifesting as a life-long companion is romantic in a lot of ways. The idea of 'You will never be alone, whatever trials you face you will have a companion at your side, no matter what.' - it speaks to me.

The fandom itself has seen better days. The years since Bleach's abysmal unsatisfying conclusion has firmly split it down the middle.

Then again, that's most fandoms these days.

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

Not milestone so much as, I just want to write more content for a character I'm really in love with and was cast by the wayside in the canon.

I mean, think about it - the last we ever see of 'Kaien' is a psychotic Arrancar Puppeting his corpse. What thing to send him off on! What a horrific final impression to leave! I want to explore what the story would be like if certain scenarios allowed him to survive. Which spawned BB verse, OMTSYA (although he did die, he has reincarnated) and in other upcoming stories I have on the back-burner.

I think the potential relationship between Kaien and Ichigo would've been exactly what Ichigo needed throughout most of the story.

Although if I have to give a tangible milestone? I'd like to finish Part 1 of Black and Blue this year. But I'm running out of steam a bit on that one, so that might be pushed to next year instead.

#bleach #bleach au #kaien shiba #nejibana #writing #my writing

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faislittlewhiteraven · 8 months ago

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Other headcanon ramble I haven't already done... In higher tech versions of ISaT's's setting, I like to think the Islanders may have designed machines to store and use Wish Craft so like. Imagine tanks hooked up to favor trees, getting powered by 'intentionally flubbed wishes' and the energy generated by that activating a kind of specialised ritual circle inside the tank that basically 'reactivates' an 'ongoing wish' to convert those wishes to the power needed to make whatever is hooked up to the tank work (so like. A gas station or something XD) Also freezing things in time might actually be pretty easy??? Like they might have 'time freezing boxes' in place of fridges though time freezing a living thing is considered very VERY evil and uses WAAAY more power.

Settlements on the Island come in all sorts of shapes and sizes but 'older fashioned' buildings in the 'Island's style' tend to lean towards pure either lightless or darkless stone/concrete collums (most darkless) on the outside and wood and wool wall hangings on the inside (the more 'official' a place the more 'hard' and undecorated, while homes are made more comfy and get absolutely covered in knicknacks).

Many government esc buildings will have a star viewing courtyard in the building's center (glass roof may or may not be included. Traditionally it isn't), and nearly every town has an amphitheatre (for stargazing, town meetings and performance) near it's public center. If they don't have one it's almost certainly because the town has something like a big 'open to everyone' observatory instead. My Universe headcanons change with the wind but generally I like to imagine the Islanders see It as a mix of a singular all powerful deity with an infinite multitude of perspectives (a mind and thought for every star) with which it looks down upon all creation and plots out the fates of everything. The religion worshiping the Universe itself is partly science (aka trying to figure out how the physics of Universe and Craft work is in itself religious doctrine), partly 'we are born of the dust of stars, when we die we return to being stars, stars are part of the Universe and help those who are not currently stars... The patterns the stars take is how the Universe very VERY slowly communicates with us, Wish Craft is the method by which we talk to it in turn' which um. It's kind of like ancestor worship mixed with reincarnation cycle mixed with 'we all all parts of god' kinda vibes? So to say 'The Universe is on my side' like the King does in canon would be kinda akin to declaring 'God favors me over you'; very much a no no by the Islander's religion baring the odd legend of 'star people' descending from the heavens to act on the Universe's behalf but like. We all know the types who do that sort of thing anyway (and the King in classic hypocrite fashion instantly goes murder mode a threat to this self delusion appears in the form of him realising Sif is also using Wish Craft aka also has the Universe's favor so like. yeah King is one of Those Types though his little comment about Vaugarde's 'weak wishless humans' in the finale of Act 5... Yeah. Islander universe religion has it's little prejudices too)... (Also yes in Islander religion Loop is totally an angel/holy thing, though admittedly more akin to the 'eldritch eye wheel covered in fire' than an instantly recognisable 'oh winged human = angel' so yeah Sif went 'looks star, probably Universe connected good, maybe scary?' but a proper Islander priest/wizard would be absolutely freaking the flip out and would probably be in disbelief over Sif's 'disrespectful attitude' towards them XD)

The word 'soul' isn't really a thing as such but 'the star that beats in one's chest' is basically the Islander version of the concept. One's 'guiding star' is believed to be what created this, and is also in turn gains power by Islanders dedicating themselves to what 'their star yearns for' (which since 'guiding stars' are part of like, an Islander's names means that some stars have 'earned' reputations for creating certain types of people which depending on how religious the community of Islanders are can lead to some odd superstitions and expectations... Like 'that kid was born under a warrior's star so we should encourage them towards things their star would approve of' kinda logic. ...Or some not so nice Islanders being very dismissive of non Islanders who 'don't even know what their star yearns for'. Really not nice Islanders like to imply Islanders are the only ones with stars at all... DX)

And... Yeah. I think my brain's out for now (sorry about the bazzilion replies before I thought 'oh should reblog in one big lot actually' but OP if you ever wanna ramble Island headcanons/theories back and forth for whatever reason would be happy to bounce ideas with you <3

Please guys, send me any headcanons you have about the forgotten country, it can be anything, about the culture, climate, traditions, social norms even things that are canon about the country that you have an analysis on!!! Anything, I’m just way to normal about this part of the game and would love to consume everyone’s thoughts about it

#Realised finally I should just reblog this instead of reply after reply #both to add much bigger headcanon rants later and also to not lose all these cool ideas people have come up with XD

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years ago

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Then and Now | one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

✯playlist

part two

“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let's go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

___

“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case.

“Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you.

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries.

“The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was...not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him.

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student.

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in.

A pause.

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation.

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety.

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs.

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel.

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt.

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself.

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi.

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo.

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Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses.

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

“What? Why’re you staring at me Y/n? You like me that much?” he teased, stepping closer to your figure to brush the stray leaves that had fallen onto your head. Even if he was a stranger, you felt no need to flinch or run away from him. The air around him had a sense of familiarity. As if he were a warm blanket amidst a harsh winter. You wanted to wrap yourself in him, feel him and his warmth. His love.

“Come on, let’s go princess. I don’t need you getting sick ‘cuz you were being a dumbass.” he sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

At that moment, everything had faded away, leaving you with nothing but butterflies and the tingling sensation left on your forehead from his loving kiss.

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You glanced at your shocked pupil. His eyes are wide with his mouth agape. “Y/n-sensei… Have you finally lost it? Y-You just patted Sukuna’s cheek!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. You laughed before avoiding his gaze, concealing the visible traces of shock etched on your face with a smile.

That vision. You have never had something of that sort ever occur in your lifetime. Your mind was completely muddled. Barely registering the next words that leave Gojo’s mouth.

“Both my student and my future girlfriend are watching, so I’m going to show off a little,” he smirked, leaning back onto Sukuna. They continued to fight, not that you were paying attention. You felt Gojo’s stare land on you a couple of times, yet your mind was still occupied with what you had seen.

You suddenly shot up, carrying Megumi as Sukuna’s vessel came skidding towards the both of you. You ran behind Gojo, knowing that it would be safer for Megumi. You sighed once more before sitting Megumi down. Dusting your skirt, you dug into Gojo’s bag of treats before munching on a piece of mochi.

“You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna growled, pointedly staring at you as he launched another attack at Gojo. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me.” he continued smugly before his eyes widened, seeing as the three of you had come out fully unscathed.

Megumi sighed as Gojo continued to count down, Sukuna’s vessel returning to his body once more after ten seconds, just as Gojo had instructed him to do so. You droned out for the rest of the conversation, lost in your thoughts on who the male could be. It couldn't be Gojo, the male's voice had a gruffness that Gojo didn’t have.

“You can really control it.” Gojo mused, stepping towards him.

“He’s kind of annoying though, I can hear his voice. He keeps mentioning this girl. Her name is Y/n I think? He keeps cursing her out! Saying things like ‘After almost a millennia she shows up!’ and ‘I’m never forgiving her, no matter how pretty she looks in that skirt.’ and--” he paused, scratching the back of his head. “He just swore at me for exposing him.”

Both Gojo and Megumi turned to you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. You froze. You weren’t sure of what these two wanted to hear, as you are just as clueless to the situation as they are. Contemplating how to answer, you ended up shrugging your shoulders, stuffing your face with even more mochi, resulting in Gojo sighing before knocking out and carrying the male.

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You sighed, throwing yourself onto your bed before glancing at the cursed object currently on the palm of your hand. Sukuna’s severed finger was long while his nails were sharp. You traced the skin of the fingers, your curiosity getting the best of you. You studied his fingers from time to time but never got tired of looking at them, feeling the immense power it held.

“Why are you still up?”

“Fuck you Satoru. I hate it when you sneak up on me like that you bastard,” you grumbled, shoving your face even further into your pillows to avoid seeing his cheeky smile that you adored. “Aw. You’re so mean to me,” he fake pouted. “I just wanna be… appreciated,” he yelled in tiny, quoting that one lady.

“Come here. Take off your jacket and go change into proper nightclothes, assuming you’re staying the night again.” rolling your eyes. Satoru had made a habit of sleeping in your room, leaving his quarters almost always vacant. He basically lived with you! Even when both of you would see each other almost every day! Excluding the days when you are both on missions.

He smiled before rummaging through your drawers and silently made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’”

When he came back, you were already fast asleep. Your fluffy sheets enveloping your whole figure, making you look so small in the mess of sheets you peacefully laid in. So beautifully peaceful. He smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a small peck, then situating himself beside your figure and pulling your body into his arms, knowing how well you slept when you were held.

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You inwardly groaned, feeling as if your head was about to be split into two. You looked around, stuck in an unfamiliar place once more. This time, it was real life. You could feel it. You were able to control all your actions unlike during the first occurrence. Meaning that the vision you experienced may have been a memory, maybe from your past life.

This place had a menacing aura, a silent force pushing you to bend to its will. You knew better. Being an experienced sorcerer yourself. You grasped the holsters located under your skirt, silently clutching the pair of your guns before walking forward. You were able to enclose your cursed energy into your guns, shooting them out whenever and however you pleased.

“Nice guns. I remember when you didn’t use any weapons at all. Only using your cursed energy to fight. You were a much better fighter back then.” a voice drawled, a shiver going up your spine. You whipped around, eyes widening at the King of Curses sitting on his rightful throne. “What are you talking about Ryomen Sukuna?” you growled, clicking the safety off of your weapons.

“So formal. You used to call me Su-chan, you know?” he smirked, greedily enjoying your facial expressions. “That was then. Before you fucked me over,” he growled, his face contorting into anger. “You don’t remember what you did to me. Do you? You’re selfish. Then and now. You’re so fucking selfish. Get out before I lose my patience with you.” he growled, fists balling.

Your jaw dropped in shock. You didn’t expect his personality to flip so quickly.

“Fuck you, man. I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me like that. Stop acting like you do! What do you mean ‘back then’? You’re swearing at me without even telling me what I did!” one step. “You’re a bitch!” two steps. “You’re a pussy!” three steps. “Fuck you!” you were running now. “You’re a fucking dick! Suck my dick!” you spat right in front of his face, leaving him stunned. Who was crazy enough to curse out the literal King of Curses?

One, in his domain. Two, when he’s no less than a foot away. And three, to his actual face. Only an absolute mad person. It was a fitting description. You angrily peeked at his expression. Waiting for him to obliterate you. His hooded expression is dark. You stilled, unsure of what to do. He… He wasn’t moving nor speaking. Could you just leave? You weren’t even aware of where you are or how you even got here.

“Hey... Are you okay? You haven’t moved in a while. I’m sorry for swearing at you, but you kinda deserved it, not gonna lie.” scratching your head. You continued to stand awkwardly, hoping that he would just stop tormenting you with the silence.

“He-Ah!” you screeched as you were pulled into his lap. His arms wrapping around your waist to constrict you from moving, his hands entwining behind your back. You positioned one of your pistols beneath his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. He smirked, placing a kiss on the barrel of your gun, further flustering you, warmth spreading to your cheeks.

“You still don’t know how to listen. After a thousand years.” he chuckled. “You’re still the same. Disregarding my anger, even though you’re aware of what I’m capable of.” he softly smiled. An unfamiliar sight. “You never liked listening to me in the first place did you?” he queried, tilting his head up to face you. The grip on your gun faltering. You leaned into him, your weapons falling down your side, clattering down the floor. Sukuna licked his lips.

You moved to kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips fully pressing against his. The feeling of his lips hot and familiar on yours. You moved to clutch his hair, wanting to pull him into you, only for your world to break apart, plunging you into darkness.

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You jolted awake, flying off of your bed and into the bathroom. Startling Gojo in the process. You splashed water onto your face in hopes of somehow calming your heart down. You remembered your dream vividly. Heavy footsteps made their way to you. You turned to face Satoru, tearing stinging your eyes as he automatically opened his arms and pulled you in.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” he cooed, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead. ‘Kiddo’ had been a childhood nickname bestowed upon you by your childhood friend himself. Seeing as you were younger than him. You clutched him tighter, wanting to feel him surround your whole body.

“I don’t know bunny. I just don’t know anymore.” you continued to sob whilst Satoru continued to hold you, his concern evident through the crease of his eyebrows, his bright cerulean eyes piercing through you. You didn’t understand what you were going through. Were you upset because of your affiliation to Sukuna? Were you upset because of the kiss? How were you going to tell Satoru about the kiss?

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. Even though I might already know. But, just try to calm down okay? Can you take deep breaths for me kiddo? Come on, you got this. You’re a good girl. In. Out. Yeah, that’s it baby.” he continued to comfort you, the sound of his voice soothing all your negative feelings and thoughts.

After another ten minutes of standing in the bathroom wrapped in his arms, your cries have finally ceased, your soft sniffles and puffy red eyes the only proof of your sadness. “Come on kiddo, wash your face for me. It’ll fix the puffiness.” rubbing your arms before making his way out of the bathroom, giving you time to gather yourself.

Your mind drifted back to Sukuna. Your fingertips unconsciously drifting to your lips, the kiss plaguing your mind. He had spoken quite a bit about how you never listened. Very accurate but how would he have known? It wasn’t as if he knew you. The possibility of knowing Sukuna in one of your past lives was close to impossible. He must be playing tricks with you, trying to bend you to his will. You may have had a moment of weakness last night, but it was going to be the first and the last time you let yourself go in front of him.

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“Eat my ass Satoru!”

“Well, I’ve been trying for years bu-” he yelped, clutching the arm that you mercilessly attacked. He had a nasty habit of making too many sexual jokes. Of course, you weren’t going to deny the fact that you’ve shared similar thoughts, but you would rather jump out of a moving car than admit it to your best friend. Knowing him, his ego would triple and nobody had the time or patience for that.

“You are so mean!” he pouted.

“I am not! You’re just a little piss baby.”

“I’m filing for a divorce. I can’t tolerate this slander anymore.” he huffed, walking away after absolutely destroying him in Mario Kart. His pride took a hit. He had taught you that game! You couldn't be that much better than him, the screen displaying fifth place while you came second. You giggled as you followed him, clinging onto his arm as you peeked at his sour expression.

“Don’t be a sore loser Satoru. It’s not cute.” you chastised. Pointing your index finger at him, resulting in him playfully biting at you. “So what I’m hearing is, I’m cute the rest of the time.” he flirted, lowering his sunglasses to wink at your steadily heating face.

“Sure, but we both know who’s the cutest.”

“Of course you’re the cutest kiddo.”

“I was talking about Nanami, but sure. That’s good too.”

His jaw dropped. Did you find Nanami cuter than him? The Gojo Satoru? He was visibly stressing, running a hand through his soft snowy locks before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re not cute. You can go play with Nanami. I don’t like you anymore.” he pouted once more, shaking you off of him. “Noo-” you tightened your hold on him, pulling him to the exit of the arcade. “Let’s go get ramen. My treat since you’re so cute.” You teased.

You smiled at him before facing forward, missing the way Satoru’s lips parted in awe, a light blush dusting his soft pale cheeks. His wide eyes are full of love hidden behind the lens of his sunglasses. He turned away from you, placing his vacant hand on his chest, a futile attempt at calming down his racing heart.

“Okay.”

___

“Oh. You’re back.” he deadpanned, eyes boring into your figure. The setting was different today. Instead of being in what you had assumed what his domain looked like, you were sitting beside him on the engawa of a quaint traditional Japanese home. You scowled, furrowing your eyebrows as you scowled at the nonchalant male.

You lunged at him, hoping to pin him down to press for answers. Not realizing that your attire had also changed, tripping on the length of your floral patterned yukata, resulting in you landing on top of Sukuna himself. His eyebrows almost flying up to his hairline.

You peeked at him. His hair dishevelled, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks. Your eyes trailed lower, unable to look him in the eyes. A mistake on your part. His white yukata had slightly unravelled, exposing his tan, golden chest to your wandering eyes. Your mouth is drying up at the sight. Unconsciously licking your lips.

His shocked expression replaced with his usual smirks, his fangs making an appearance. “Didn’t know that you wanted it that bad, princess. What’s wrong? Your little friend isn't enough for you?” he sneered, gripping your waist with his hands, his razor-sharp nails slightly digging into your sides, causing you to squirm uncomfortably.

“What is your problem you freak?” you growled, fisting the fabric of his clothes.

“Me? I’m not doing shit babe. It’s you who has a problem.” he scoffed, sitting up, inching his face close to yours. Your noses lightly bump into each other as you felt your cheeks heat at the contact.

“Why so shy princess? I remember when you used to make me eat my words. You were so cute back then. Thinking that you owned me, thinking that you were in charge of me. Learn where you stand. You are nothing to me”

Lies continued to spew out of his mouth like vomit. He knew he was lying. He knew that you had him wrapped around your finger that moment he saw your face once more. The anger of the past dissipated. Only you left. It wasn’t his fault. You were his only love and you left him. Well, that's how he saw it.

The pain of losing his love had left an ever-present scar on his nonexistent heart. You had been the only person to ever stay by his side, no matter how much he tried to push you away, to insult you, make you hate him. To no avail, you bulldozed your way into his life and his heart.

“Stop lying to me. I know you’re lying. I can feel you lying Sukuna. I-I don’t know how to explain it...but I just know. I don’t know you, but you feel so familiar. Your habits, your personality. I keep getting flashbacks, or memories. I’m not sure. Though, I do know that they aren’t mine. At least… not in this life…” you trailed off, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But I know that the guy in those visions are you. It just… feels like you. Your warmth, your words, your voice…even your touch” you gently placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes for no sole reason. Only wanting to feel his energy. Feel him.

He sighed.

“Still the same as ever, princess. Always find your way into my heart” he heartily chuckled before continuing, placing the warm palm of his hand against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open at the contact. “I’ll explain since you asked so nicely” he winked, patting your cheek almost mockingly, reminding you of the time you once did the same. Heat rose to your cheeks.

“So…” he started.

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What was going on?

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You saw his mouth moving though no words escaped. You tilted your head in confusion, causing him to pause before cupping your cheeks.

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No words were heard. You were even unable to hear your cries.

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“I’m sorry.”

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luimagines · 2 years ago

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I had a little idea, imagine if the hero of courage reader met the chains reincarnations (animal) or ghost as a kid and grew up through their advice as well as gained bits and pieces of the chain’s era. Like casually dropping an embarrassing thing that one of the links did and realizing how a machine/ object worked before the others do. (Ghost legend teaching hero!reader how to be on their toes and teaching some easy magic spells or maybe an older wolfie (could be centuries old, who knows) playing and protecting them from danger until hero!reader is old enough to protect themselves.

It depends on how old hero!reader is but I’m going with the idea of at least a 10yr old based on what I’ve put

Ghost time could be a menace with the cuccos and teach hero!reader how to fly with them for a bit, probably teaching them about the

Wars would help them practice with a wooden sword and guide the proper way to hold it but will also read to them if asked (I live for older brother wars headcannon sue me/j)

Sky would most likely take naps and tell the small hero about skyloft as well as the loftwings, explain the sword on his back and fondly talk about fi, maybe throw in a few stories about himself and his friends to calm them down a bit

I feel like Wind would play pirates with hero! reader and get them in all kinds of trouble that’s it, either that or actively get them to sail in a small pond nearby or get them to build a tiny boat (that’s absolutely not made of paper and lots of tape) to see if it’ll float

Wild and Hyrule would probably help them explore more and have fun that way while also keeping them safe (and even make friends with a few fairies); Hyrule being the most protective because “holy shi- how do I not let them die” or him delving into his insecurities and thinking the kid is bored and wants to leave only to be proven wrong when they ask what the fairies are saying/doing with a giant grin on their face

Legend would try to be protective and/or leave them alone, at least until hero!reader reaches out to him and drags him off on an adventure around the house/ village (it only lasts until hero!reader gets hungry and has to go home)

Four would most likely teach hero!reader about the Minish / Picori as well as explain what happened to them, probably showing them how to find kinstones (igf they’re around in hero!reader’s hyrule)

First would probably be awkward around hero!reader for a bit or at least watch over them while they play with their toys until hero!reader looks at him and offers to play/ draw with them

If hero!reader sees the master sword for the first time and reaches out, I feel like one of the chain members would try to stop them (leaning towards time/ wild) so they could live out their childhood and have fun a bit longer

This kinda stemmed from my thoughts from a few posts of work with a few of the ghost Zelda’s and links meeting and talking to Flora and Wild mixed with a fic where wild encounters the ghost version of the chain and meets with them when the events of linked universe take place, same with reading through the “little link” tag on your blog mainly based off the second and third reasons. Anyway have my little brainrot

(If it’s okay, can I be bird anon if there isn’t one already? If there is I could be mushroom anon if it helps)

Bird or Mushroom work! Very few anons actually have given a tag for themselves so it's all for the picking. (like- there's Avi anon but if you just wanna go by Bird, then that works)

And oh my goodness, Ghost! Chain looking over Reader. My heart...

I bet it freaks out the village though. They chalk it up imaginary friends until little Reader knows something in history tat others haven't been able to figure out despite the clues.

But just... I want soft moment of the Chain looking after the next generations... even if they know there's nothing they can do to stop the flow of time- even if the moment to take up the mantel comes before either of them know it.

#pinky replies

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rambheem-is-real · 3 years ago

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Hi! How are you doing?

So I had this fic idea similar to the Shyam Singha Roy and Magadheera reincarnation fics but leaning slightly towards a Teri Meri Kahani (Starring Shahid Kapoor and Priyanka Chopra, for.Kunal Kolhi) style where they have seven lives and fail to unite as lovers in six of them. For example in the RRR era they don’t realise their love is romantic and not brotherly till it’s too late and one final life where they end up together. @rasnak2 and I threw a few ideas around.

The only problem is that I’m not a writer even though I try my hand at it. But honestly, romance is definitely not something I can write in a proper sense and definitely not seven different stories with six that end tragically. So my question is would anyone like to help me and @rasnak2 bring this to life? 🤓

that's a really cool idea, maybe some of the other lives are other movies that the actors have been in?

like the magadheera au could be 2 lives but in the modern day one maybe raghuveer succeeded in killing indu off. I'm going to keep promoting my jai x ram idea here lmao, that could be another life (and jai still dies protecting his brothers), and maybe another could be a yamadonga au where raja does end up getting killed by yama's whip (and mahi would be ram's incarnation). for extra drama maybe raja realizes his love for mahi right as he's falling off the clif/getting beaten up.

I'd love to write but finals 😭

#anyone else want to take this up?#rrr #rambheem

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laismoura-art · 9 months ago

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That's totally understandable and valid! Like I said in another reblog, I dunno if the show will actually explore his religion, or if they will just keep it as their cool piece of aesthetic.

I dunno about Voodoo, but in Umbanda there's no heaven or hell, they believed in reincarnation, that your soul changes and evolves as it goes through one life to another. There's a belief (though I'm sure it leans more into Spiritualism, that you might pay for misdeeds made in your previous life, that sometimes bad things happen to you because of something bad you made a lifetimes ago)

Alastor seems to believe he deserves hell/punishment, which might fit into the belief of paying for your previous lives' mistakes, he doesn't seem to want to improve his soul, which can happen, some spirits refuse to evolve and end up stuck in a circle of tragedy in their reincarnations.

I also believe people go to an afterlife of their own belief (a show that approached it very nicely was American Gods, highly recommend) and maybe Alastor does view heaven and hell in a different way, or maybe the reason he did not get the proper afterlife from Voodoo is because he lost touch with the religion (as I said, he's corrupted it and doesn't really follows it's beliefs)? I think we will only know for sure when the show tells us, as far as I know, he wasn't even confirmed Christian (or was he?)

There's a lot to be theorised here, I can't blame people for wanting to explore his religion and how it affects him, it's just a shame that the first (at least that I saw) take we had was a problematic one. I hope we get better ones in the future, I'd really like to see Alastor getting in touch with real Voodoo beliefs and that helping him towards redemption (while shining a positive light on this religion)

Ok so...

Twice now i’ve seen people approach @elsa-fogen about a take that is “Alastor is in hell because of Voodoo” (the latest one basically saying he is in hell solemnly because of Voodoo”) and I can’t help but feel there’s reeks of religious intolerance from his take (even if it’s not intentional) cause let’s not forget, Voodoo is a religion (main one in places such as Haiti and Gana), and it’s often stigmatised and viewed through the wrong light. So you all can understand how a take like this could rub someone the wrong way and be deemed as religious intolerance.

But as I know this fandom is PAINFULLY stubborn and probably will want to keep exploring this take even if it makes some people uncomfortable (take the people who refuse to acknowledge Alastor as aro and the people who refuse to stop calling Alastor a wendigo for instance) I would like to offer an alternative take:

See, I’m not from Voodoo and it’s not that big of a religion here in Brazil, however, we do have two other religions here that are similar/derivatives from Voodoo (Candomblé and Umbanda) and face similar prejudices, so I’m making this based mostly on these two but know that it also applies to Voodoo.

In Umbanda, we have a higher god, the Orixás (entities that provide guidance and protection) and we have spirits, these spirits divide in different groups and offer advices and guidance to all types of people, there are spirits that look after women, children, grieving parents and even the lost (such as drug addicts).

But as we have good spirits, we also have bad ones. they are popularly known as “espiritos de porco” (pig spirits) who are usually mischievous and even ill intended spirits that might loom over you if they feel a bad energy coming from you or if you are spiritually unprotected and they will start to cause you misfortune and even make you feel weak and sick.

Some ill-intended people use these bad spirits against people they want to harm, the bad spirits may guide them in performing a ritual or maybe the spirit will loom on this targeted person.

It’s (partly) due to people like this that these religions have such bad reputation, but these people basically perform their religion in a corrupted way! Umbanda is a religion that connects you with nature and guides you spiritually, it’s deeply connected with healing practises (mentally, physically and spiritually), but as I said, like EVERY other religion, it can be corrupted and used to harm.

I think the best use of “corrupt vs proper use of religion” I’ve seen comes from Disney's The Princess and the Frog. People usually remember Dr Facilier better, who used Voodoo against his enemies and to harvest power (much like a certain deer man we all know and love) but we also had Mama Odie (which is a real figure in voodoo, mind you. Also present in Umbanda, a Mama Odie is sort of a priestess of the religion) notice how she is a much more accurate representation of the religion, she lives in contact with nature, she performs her rituals and prayers in the wide while dancing with a very positive energy around, and she wears white (which is the most recommended colour to wear during rituals, as it’s a neutral colour and pleases all Orixás).

So as you can see, there’s good voodoo practicants and bad ones, and in the end it’s all about how you use your religion, if you use it as you were taught, with pure intentions, seeking guidance and protection of good spirits and Orixás, or in a corrupt way, surrounding yourself with bad spirits and helping them spread their bad energy.

So what I am hoping with all this is is that people put a stop to “Alastor is evil because he uses Voodoo” and adopt the “Alastor is evil because he does malpractice of Voodoo” which is a much more accurate to reality and respectful take.

I’d even like to offer a headcanon of my own:

That Alastor's mom was from Voodoo (maybe even was a Mama Odie herself) and taught Alastor all she knew and he corrupted her teachings and started using them for evil (perhaps even to aid him in his killing) and THAT, that corruption, was what sent him to hell, and true redemption for him would not to give up his powers/forsake his religion but actually to go back to his roots and use his powers for good (perhaps in a way that he ends up healing/saving someone (hopefully Charlie or Rosie)👀

#alastor hazbin hotel #voodoo #umbanda

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timbrhead · 4 months ago

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metanoia. | pt 06 - so i cry, and i pray and i beg

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨:

this will be honkai star rail x fireader story with these elements: reincarnation, slow burn, i gave reader a proper personality (sry, not much customisation there), does not follow the original storyline

previous part <<<

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ( this is important )

descriptions of injuries, mentions of barfing, drugging, implied violence towards reader

it was undoubtedly her.

she was kneeling, with your head gently resting on her small lap. her cheeks were reddened and hollowed out, and the more you looked at her, the more injuries you could see; cuts, gashes. a swollen wrist. you could feel your heart twisting terribly at the sight of her. she blinked, like she was just finished loading in your brain, before a small smile stretches across her face.

„ sis… “

she croaked out, her voice terribly dry. her eyes were heavy and swollen, possibly from crying. she gently cupped your cheek, her soft hand caressing your face. it was scarred, you noticed. it wasn’t that of a child anymore.

„ i…i thought that i had lost you…“

she muttered out, tears prickling up in her eyes. you squirmed at that, your breath hitching as you felt a sharp pain jolting through your body. your breathing grew laboured, and you looked down at your body, panicked. you only had rags covering your body, the once white cloth dirty and bloodied. you looked down further, noticing that your leg was horribly disfigured. it was purple and swollen, and you could see that you had broken your ankle.

„ they did a number on you, back there… “

the small girl interrupts you, her voice shaky and unstable. you could see her squeezing her eyes shut, possibly reliving the horrible memory. her bottom lip wabbered horribly, before she sucked in her breath. she was barely holding it together. she was trying her hardest not to cry, her hands desperately squeezing your hand that you offered her.

„ i-i was scared, mei. scared that i lost you. “

she stammered out, making your head pound and sting as you tried to remember. what was she talking about? you tried to sit up, wincing at the stinging pain you felt all across your body. your sister helped you up, frantically leaning you against the rough wall of the cell you were in.

your vision was terribly blurry, and from the amount of pain you felt, it almost felt like you would pass out again. everything just hurt, so, so terribly, so much that in some places, you just felt numb. your lungs felt like it was being squeezed shut, your limbs possibly paralysed. you felt blood dripping from the back of your head and staining the child’s clothes.

it becoming hard to focus, terribly so, with you exploding for air with every breath and your mind spinning endlessly. the cries of your sister were just a faint echo at this point. she laid your head down gently, before hurrying over to the bars of the cell.

just where were you?

„ —lp ! help ! my—my sister is…!“

you could hear the child draw in a breath, preparing to scream.

„ my sister is dying ! “

your ears were pounding in your head in the same rhythm as your sister was rattling against the cell, desperate for help. after a while of that, she seemed to notice something, making her rush towards you, cupping your face. she gently slapped against your reddened cheek, trying to keep you from falling unconscious.

„ waitwaitwaitwait— please, just for a little longer, please— help is on the way, so-“

she couldn’t even finish her sentence before her hands left your face, replaced with larger, gloved ones. ones that weren’t warm at all. seems like your sister got yanked away by …someone. you could barely make out some instructions being barked out, before your swollen face was roughly yanked up. you couldn’t even make out the face of the man that forced a pill down your throat.

it burned— you sputtered and coughed as they forced the medicine down your throat, making you swallow it with your own barf threatening to bubble up. you could feel yourself grow panicked, thrashing and gasping around, grasping for something to hold on to, your breath uneven and labored, gasping and fighting for air to prevent yourself from falling unconscious.

dark spots appeared in your vision, alongside flashing lights, making you shut you eyes closed, like that would do anything.

after a while though, it seemed like you swallowed, and the people let you thud down on the ground, leaving with steady steps. they disappeared as fast as they came. for a moment, you just laid there, gasping for air. you could feel your breathing slowly growing more stable, and you felt more and more numbness coursing through your body that replaced the pain.

you sigh, feeling a mild feeling of relief over not dying from pain. after a while, you heard someone perk up, seemingly after noticing your body twitching occasionally. your sibling scooted over to you, wiping away the beads of sweat on your forehead with a piece of cloth.

„ …sis ? “

she croaked out, a tear dripping on your cheek. her voice was small, barely audible like she was scared that it will make everything worse again.

you took another breath, opening your mouth. it was incredibly dry, but you still managed to croak out a word.

„ …w…whe…re… “

you stammered out, unable to move any of your limbs due to the numbness. if you could, you would’ve cupped her cheek like she did yours. even though you didn’t know her, she was still your baby sister. even though you were sure that she didn’t feel that small anymore, not after everything she was forced to go through.

you could feel regret festering deeply into your soul after that realisation. you should have done better. she was just a baby, after all. but you couldn’t even embrace her, only being able to watch with hollow eyes as she held back tears, searching for the right words.

you couldn’t tell wether it was mei lian‘s or your consciousness speaking.

„ we…we are still here, mei. the twins are here too. they—i would like to think that they are still alive. the people here…this…this cult—the sanctus medicus— they keep on doing these… terrible things to you, mei.“

she croaked out, sinking her head. her frame shook, you could tell that she was crying, even though she tried to suppress it.

„ and to think that just one week ago you said to all three of us that you‘d like to work at the alchemy commission… “

she still smiles a bit at the memory it seems, wiping away her tears while pretending she was just rubbing her eyes.

„ you wanted us to be happy… give us a future you yourself couldn’t have… but to think that the alchemy commission would be operating under these people—“

she continued to say something, but you could only stare blankly ahead. sanctus medicus, alchemy commission. your siblings were with them, at the alchemy commission. you continued to burn that piece of information into your head, in hopes of you not forgetting it. you take another deep breath. your hand twitched, and you pressed your lips together, grunting as you tried to lift your left arm.

the first few times, the limb just flopped on the ground, but after a while, you could raise it high enough to pat your sibling‘s head. your voice was gone, so that was only thing you could do to praise her. you didn’t have the guts to tell her the lie of „ everything will be alright “.

at that, she seemed to cry even harder, this little display of affection making all of her defenses break. even though you just met her for the first time, you could already recognise her crying pattern. what a horrible thing to know.

first, she would press her lips together, trying to hold it in. then, her lips would wabber, and her eyes would try to blink away her tears. then, by the time the first tear dripped down her cheek, she would hitch her breath, letting out choked sobs. after that, she would just cry. fat tears would drip over her cheeks down onto her lap, her sobs something that seemed downright painful to let out.

you could only continue to put a hand on her head.

———

you open your eyes, your vision a bit bleary from the tears obscuring your vision. for a few minutes, you just lay there, taking in the silence. you could feel a light breeze coming from your right. occasionally, a bird chirped.

‚ an unfamiliar ceiling ‘, you thought. you slowly began to sit up, your upper body almost flopping over again. you just look ahead with empty eyes, looking at the shelve in front of you, containing various medical supplies. it seems like you were in the infirmary.

you allowed yourself to sigh, running a hand through your hair. you didn’t dare to think back on your dream. if you did, you would risk falling unconscious again. you only recalled two things. the sanctus medicus, and the alchemy commission. you didn‘t know about any of these places, but you knew that this was were mei lian‘s siblings were.

your ears perked up as you heard the door creaking open, revealing a nurse entering the room. she asked you a few questions, but you muffled out her voice. determination filled your soul—finally, a step in the right direction.

you looked up at her, offering her a half hearted smile.

„ …excuse me, could I please speak to jing yuan ? “

———

„ the alchemy commission ? “

he repeated, tilting his head. in amusement or confusion, you didn‘t know. not that you cared.

„ sure, if it is your memories, i suppose i can look into it. the sanctus medicus has been a nuisance for a while anyway. “

he announced, signing off a paper. you could feel excitement bubbling up in your chest. you nodded, bowing deeply in gratitude.

„ thank you general. i—i will make sure to assist you upon arrival— “ „ what arrival ? “

he cut you off, tilting his head again in faux amusement. you freeze.

what ?

„ you didn’t think that you were going to the alchemy commission, did you ? “

he inquired, making you almost shrink back. right. he still had his eye on you. unfortunately, it still seemed like he didn’t trust you enough. you could feel frustration bubbling up at that, before you forced yourself to swallow it. you sigh, knowing that there was no way to persuade him.

so xou couldn’t do anything other than apologise for your shortmindedness before excusing yourself, promising him to bring his afternoon tea to the office shortly.

if your trip out to the city told you anything, it was that he testing you. your loyalty. your morals. your limits. in his mind, if he lets you go, it will give you an opening to do something to harm the alliance. or a chance for the imposter to escape.

you clicked your tongue in frustration as you prepared his tea. ‚ what to do ? ‘, you thought, stirring in a dollop of honey into the steaming liquid.

the plot thickens… i will do my best to make this story as interesting as possible, so please don’t forget to vote on what the reader should do next! ( also pls tell me someone got the evangelion ref… )

taglist; @shadowypeachsweets @indarius

- xoxo, laina

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falseapostle · 3 years ago

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TW: religion, indoctrination, brainwashing

{I wanted to touch on a bit of hc here as I work on developing Haruto. If it wasn’t already kind of obvious, Haruto as a character is more or less just a very religious concept? And while I won’t focus on any religion in particular I’ll admit that this mostly leans towards Christianity and its denominations. So like, just be aware of all of that as you interact and move forward with him.}

✥ Haruto and his Religion ✥

✥ Haruto has been indoctrinated into a strict religion from birth, and he was brainwashed from an early age to be loyal to this religion above everyone and everything else. He was a religious leader through his school years and when he became an adult he took a job in his place of worship. He continued to contribute and support this place of worship until the day that he died. While his death happened at a later age, Haruto did not make a lot of growth in his lifetime because of his constricting religion, and therefore he was allowed to participate in the Game.

✥ Learning that the Game existed and that Haruto could have a chance to help manage the afterlife was probably the best thing that ever happened to him. It might not have been the afterlife depicted by his religious leaders, but he wanted nothing more than to stand among the creatures of ‘heaven’ and guide souls into their proper places in the afterlife. When he played his game, Haruto failed to make any personal growth, but he did an excellent job of surviving noise attacks, and he did his best to lead his much younger partner into a win. He was happy to let them be reincarnated while he requested to become a reaper and join the ranks of the dead.

✥ As soon as Haruto became Composer and ascended to angelhood he knew he wanted to be deeper in that web of beings. Being Composer wasn’t enough for him. He ran his city under strict regulation, carrying it just the same as he had run his place of worship, and he ensured that he did everything the Higher Plane asked of him with unwavering obedience. Haruto put the Higher Plane above everything else, and to him running Shibuya was just a means to earn the favor of the higher-ups. Being promoted to Producer was his absolute dream come true, and it was the only time in his whole life that he felt truly loved, even though he was just as well aware that the Higher Plane would easily cast him off for not doing everything in his power to please them. As a human ascended to angelhood, Haruto never felt like he deserved true love from the Higher Plane. So this promotion was as close as he was ever going to get.

✥ Haruto is deeply loyal to the Higher Plane now entirely based on the indoctrination he received as a child. Had he grown up in a household that didn’t put religion and the very top of every list and become brainwashed by their ideals, he might not have turned out this way.

#✥ whispers from the higher plane ✥ ➺ ooc #✥ i'm not interesting . . . ✥ ➺ hc #religion tw #indoctrination tw #brainwashing tw #death tw #christianity tw #ask to tag

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years ago

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BeeTober 2020 Day 28

Guardian - Decay

Day 28 of BeeTober brings an AU where Mingcheng are already established, but Jiang Cheng went to some pretty extremes to keep his soul safe. That he turned into a stone statue really is the least of it.

Nie Mingjue wakes up well rested and ready to tackle the day. It’s a strange enough occurrence that it gives him pause immediately, and he stays quiet and unmoving to figure out what’s going on.

There’s no sound but some trees rustling and birds singing, and that alone tips him off to the fact that he can’t be in Qinghe nor Lotus Pier. Nie Mingjue opens his eyes to look around and he frowns when he sees where he is.

He’s inside something that looks like a temple, except it’s falling apart around him.

Nie Mingjue looks down on himself, checking if he’s restrained and about to be sacrificed to whoever resides in this temple and his frown deepens when he sees talismans all over himself.

But instead of subduing him or keeping him chained to the table he’s laying on, they are for healing and freezing him in time. And one by one they start to go up in flames, telling him that there is no more need for either.

Nie Mingjue shakes his head slightly as he swings his legs over the table, and it’s only then that he realizes it’s not really a table but more of a bed.

“What the fuck happened,” Nie Mingjue mutters, his mind foggy and memory elusive but he trusts that someone will be around to tell him what the hell is going on.

He cocks his head slightly when he notices the faint chiming of a bell in the air, and even though he doesn’t know why it’s ringing he can feel that it gradually works to clear his mind.

Nie Mingjue is a bit wobbly for the first few steps but soon enough he regains his equilibrium and Nie Mingjue walks up to the only door of the temple. There are multiple windows, turning everything into a soft gold with the sunlight, but there’s only one door.

A door that is unlocked but so damaged by time that it takes Nie Mingjue a few moments to get it open.

When he finally steps outside, he only sees green for a moment before he realizes that the temple is overgrown almost completely.

And then his eyes fall on a statue in front of the door, and Nie Mingjue freezes when he sees it.

He knows that back.

“My heart?” Nie Mingjue whispers, and he’s quick to walk around the statue.

Except, it’s not a statue at all, Nie Mingjue comes to realize when he looks at Jiang Cheng.

“Oh, my heart,” Nie Mingjue breathes out and cups Jiang Cheng’s stone cheek in his hand.

Nie Mingjue suddenly remembers his last qi deviation; not everything but enough to remember that it should have killed him. But he also remembers Jiang Cheng’s pleading voice, telling him to hold on, begging him to not die, promising him that he’ll find a way to heal him if only Nie Mingjue doesn’t die immediately.

Well, Jiang Cheng certainly held that last promise, Nie Mingjue thinks with a small smile, but when his eyes fall back onto the temple, it turns bitter. It must have been one hell of a healing sleep, because the temple is nearly falling apart behind Jiang Cheng, the touch of time even eating away at the stone and decay all around them. And yet it still holds.

Nie Mingjue looks closer at the supporting structure and he sees arrays upon arrays melded into the stone; it’s Jiang Cheng’s handiwork—Nie Mingjue would recognize that anywhere—so he must not only have put Nie Mingjue into a healing sleep and protected him from aging while he’s recuperating, he also tirelessly channelled qi into the Clarity Bell and he built a whole-ass temple around Nie Mingjue as well.

Nie Mingjue turns his gaze back to Jiang Cheng. His heart has turned into stone so completely that Nie Mingjue doesn’t even want to contemplate for how many centuries he’s been sitting outside of Nie Mingjue’s resting place.

It’s not completely unheard of; there have been a few stories of immortal cultivators who stopped moving at one point, and who turned into stone but Nie Mingjue has never witnessed it before.

Nie Mingjue feels a belated stab of worry. Cultivators have died long before they turned to stone this completely. The key to this is to keep the qi circulating but for that one needs to concentrate. And it's so very hard to keep the mind moving when the body is not. Its too easy to loose oneself inside ones own mind and just the thought that Jiang Cheng could have suffered the same fate makes Nie Mingjue feel vaguely sick.

But he can still feel Jiang Cheng's qi circulating, can still hear the soft chiming of his clarity bell, and he knows that his beloved didn't suffer that same fate as countless others had.

Jiang Cheng never only attempted the impossible; he always achieved it and then some.

“My heart, it’s time for you to wake up again,” Nie Mingjue whispers as he leans forward to press a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s cold and hard cheek.

It’s a long process, petrification, but reversing it takes slightly less time. It will be weeks, maybe even months, before Jiang Cheng will return to him.

But Nie Mingjue isn’t worried; Jiang Cheng kept himself alive and focused for centuries, he will not fail to come back to Nie Mingjue, now that he is healed.

And healed he is; he can feel it. His qi is circulating in a way it hasn’t since his first qi deviation, his meridians completely unharmed and undamaged despite the violent nature of the last qi deviation, and Nie Mingjue knows that it’s all due to Jiang Cheng and his stubborn will.

Nie Mingjue cups his cheek again, carefully brushing his own qi against Jiang Cheng’s to let him know that it’s time for him to come back now, and Nie Mingjue can’t believe that he ever got so lucky as to be loved by an amazing man like him.

It’s certainly more than he deserves, that much Nie Mingjue is sure of.

Before Nie Mingjue can get lost in his own mind, there’s a rustling sound behind him and Nie Mingjue spins around, desperately missing Baxia in his hands right about now.

It doesn’t matter. If whatever or whoever comes out of the woods is a threat to Jiang Cheng, Nie Mingjue will fight them with his bare hands if he has to.

What does eventually emerge from the underbrush is a kid.

A kid that seems strangely familiar, down to the stubborn move of his jaw when his eyes fall on Nie Mingjue.

“What are you doing here?” the kid demands to know and Nie Mingjue raises an eyebrow at him. “This is private property and you’re trespassing.”

“I doubt I can trespass on my own temple,” Nie Mingjue gives back, more amused than anything and the boy glares at him.

“It’s not your temple. The temple belongs to the guardian,” he says with a nod to Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue bites back a smile.

“The guardian, huh?” he asks. “And what is he guarding?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and watches at the boy stutters.

“No one knows, because no one is allowed to go into the temple!” he eventually yells and Jiang Cheng will love to wake up to his yelling nephew, Nie Mingjue just knows it.

“What if I come from inside the temple?” Nie Mingjue asks and very pointedly looks down at himself.

The robes he’s wearing hold no resemblance at all to the clothes the boy is wearing and clearly that must register with him as well.

“You can’t be,” the boy still says, jutting his chin out. “If you would be, then the guardian would come back. But he will only come back when his soul returns to him!”

“Ah,” Nie Mingjue breathes out and turns towards Jiang Cheng. He leans down to rest his forehead against Jiang Cheng’s stone one and then he says “But your soul already returned. And you should hurry, because what am I going to do without my heart?”

“Oh,” the boy behind him says breathlessly and he’s staring wide-eyed at Nie Mingjue when he turns back around to him. “How do you know that?” he then demands to know and Nie Mingjue frowns at him.

“Know what?”

“To say that!”

“I—it’s just what I call him,” Nie Mingjue gives back, now thoroughly confused and the boy frowns at him.

Jiang Cheng can’t have been an influence in his life, with how he is petrified and most definitely did not reincarnate, but that frown is all Jiang Cheng anyway.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Nie Mingjue,” Nie Mingjue tells him and watches as the boy’s eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers but before Nie Mingjue can scold him for using foul language, the boy bounded up to him, excitement twinkling in his eyes. “This is your temple!”

“Yes?” Nie Mingjue gives back and then indulgently follows the boy when he tugs on his hand. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asks, even though me most definitely knows, but he has to keep up appearances.

“Jiang Ling,” the boy says and Nie Mingjue smiles.

Good to hear that he’s a proper Jiang this time around.

Jiang Ling brings Nie Mingjue to what is presumably his own home, though Nie Mingjue has never seen a house like that.

It seems like a lot of time passed.

“Mom! Dad!” Jiang Ling starts yelling as soon as they get close to the house and Nie Mingjue is not surprised at all to see Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan come running out of it.

His eyes burn when he sees their familiar faces—it has been so long since they died, at least for Nie Mingjue—and he can’t wait for Jiang Cheng to wake up.

“A-Ling!” Jiang Yanli says, clearly surprised to see her son drag a towering man behind him, and she motions for him to come to her side immediately.

Jiang Ling, predictably, does not obey her.

“It’s him!” Jiang Ling excitedly tells his parents, who keep a wary eye on Nie Mingjue.

He does his best to make himself small and unthreatening, but he’s a tall man and he knows that he carries quite the presence with him.

“It’s who?” Jin Zixuan asks and Jiang Ling almost bounces in his excitement.

“The one from inside the temple!”

“What?” Jiang Yanli breathes out, clearly surprised, but her face turns a little bit softer. “Really?”

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue says and bows to them.

When he comes up to them staring at him, he realizes that maybe greetings changed as well, over the time. He’ll need to learn a whole lot before Jiang Cheng wakes up, it seems.

“What’s your name?” Jin Zixuan demands to know and Nie Mingjue keeps his head bowed.

“Nie Mingjue,” he answers but Jiang Ling shakes his head.

“No, no, tell them what you said to the guardian!”

“A-Ling, calm down,” Jiang Yanli gently chides her son but then she looks at Nie Mingjue, clearly expecting an answer.

“I told him that his soul already returned and that he should come back as well, because I am nothing without my heart,” Nie Mingjue truthfully says and he’s entirely unprepared for the tears that gather in Jiang Yanli’s eyes.

“Welcome back, Chifeng-zun,” she warmly says and Nie Mingjue is entirely unprepared when she hugs him, before she tugs him inside the house.

“You must be hungry, and confused,” she says, and Nie Mingjue has to admit that he is both.

Jiang Yanli gets him some food and all the while she explains. Nie Mingjue’s head spins a little bit with how much time passed since Jiang Cheng put him into a healing sleep, how much time passed since Jiang Cheng built a whole temple around him and made sure that they will always be protected, and he’s not entirely sure he can process it correctly.

Those really are an awful lot of years.

Years, during everything changed, that much Nie Mingjue can tell, and he is taken aback when he realizes that cultivation is not really a thing anymore. This will be a lot to adjust to, and he’s already looking forward to having Jiang Cheng bitch about the smallest of changes.

“When will he return?” Jiang Yanli suddenly asks and Nie Mingjue clears his head.

“Jiang Cheng?” he asks, just to make sure and Jiang Yanli nods. “It will take time; weeks, maybe even months. His body is completely turned to stone. Reversing the process is delicate work, but I’m sure he already got started on it. He never did like being separated for too long,” Nie Mingjue lowly says, a small smile playing around his mouth.

“You must miss him terribly,” Jiang Yanli sympathetically says but Nie Mingjue shrugs.

“It’s not been that long for me,” he admits. “One moment I had a qi deviation and the next I woke up in the temple. There wasn’t much time to miss him yet.”

“And there won’t be, because I’m sure he’ll come back to you quickly,” Jiang Yanli says.

“So when do you want us to move out?” Jin Zixuan suddenly asks, and Nie Mingjue startles.

He kind of forgot that he was still in the room as well, with how quiet he has been all this time.

“What?”

“This is your house. Well, technically it’s Sandu Shengshou’s house, but I guess you’ll want it back.”

“What do you mean, this is Jiang Cheng’s house?”

“He means that he built it, when he constructed the temple as well. There is always to be a Jiang around, to tend to the temple,” Jiang Yanli explains. “Since you’re back, I guess we’ll have to move.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Nie Mingjue blurts out, but he is fairly certain that Jiang Cheng is going to yell at him a lot should he come back only to hear that Nie Mingjue kicked out his sister and nephew. “You’re going to stay right were you are. We’ll just take a room if you have one free. Besides, everything is different. We’ll need someone around to introduce us to the world again.”

“So that means we can stay?” Jiang Ling suddenly pipes up and Nie Mingjue smiles at him.

“Of course you can stay,” he tells him and everything is a lot more relaxed after that.

~*~*~

The days pass quickly. There is so much to learn about this strange new world that Nie Mingjue feels like his head is going to split open on a good day but Jiang Yanli is careful not to overwhelm him completely.

If it does get too much, Nie Mingjue finds his way back to Jiang Cheng, who is still more petrified than not, but Nie Mingjue can tell that the process is in reverse.

His cheek almost feels warm under his hand already.

“I wish you would come back to me soon,” Nie Mingjue whispers and leans against Jiang Cheng’s back. “Your sister and your nephew are here, too, and they are dying to meet you. They might have been reincarnated into a world so completely different than ours, but they are still the same. I think. I never knew your sister well enough before, but Jiang Ling is certainly his usually bratty self. You’re going to adore him,” Nie Mingjue tells Jiang Cheng and sighs when no response comes.

But of course there wouldn’t be.

Jiang Cheng is still weeks away from coming back to Nie Mingjue.

That evening Nie Mingjue is strangely melancholic, because he misses Jiang Cheng’s frowns and his biting remarks and his beautiful laugh and his soft skin under his hands.

“He will come back,” Jiang Yanli says with certainty and pats Nie Mingjue’s hands. “He has been waiting for you all this time, I doubt he’s going to wait any longer if he can help it.”

Nie Mingjue is just about to agree when Jiang Ling comes barrelling into the kitchen.

“Mom, there’s a strange man outside!” he shouts, and Nie Mingjue is immediately on the alert.

No one ever gets lost enough to stumble upon this little house and if someone did then it might spell trouble.

“Stay inside,” he instructs Jiang Yanli, who nods with big eyes and Nie Mingjue walks outside.

He can see the figure stumbling towards him already, though it’s hard to make out anything in the dark. But if that person is drunk, maybe they really did just get lost.

“You asshole,” Jiang Cheng suddenly seethes and Nie Mingjue’s stomach drops before the biggest smile breaks out on his face.

“My heart,” he whispers and walks forward, sweeping Jiang Cheng up and crushing him to his chest.

“You asshole,” Jiang Cheng repeats and slaps Nie Mingjue’s shoulder, though he does press close enough to hide his face against his neck. “You can’t just say that Yanli and A-Ling are around and that you’re impatient for me to get back and then leave without waiting for me to come back!”

“My heart, my heart, it’s too soon for you to be back,” Nie Mingjue says and puts Jiang Cheng down on the ground again.

A critical look reveals that he seems to be completely de-petrified and Nie Mingjue is so in awe of Jiang Cheng he doesn’t even know how to express it.

“To soon, please,” Jiang Cheng scoffs. “I waited centuries for you to stop your sleeping act.”

“You are incredible,” Nie Mingjue mutters, because it should have been weeks before Jiang Cheng returned to him.

“Stop with the flattery and kiss me, dammit,” Jiang Cheng demands and Nie Mingjue is more than happy to oblige him with that.

One kiss turns into two turns into many, and in the end it’s Jiang Yanli who breaks them apart.

“I see that he found his way back to you sooner than anticipated,” she says, laughter in her voice and Nie Mingjue blushes.

“Yanli,” Jiang Cheng breathes and even though Nie Mingjue hates to let him go he pushes Jiang Cheng towards his sister.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t hesitate to sweep her up in a hug as well, much to Jiang Yanli’s astonishment it seems, and Nie Mingjue chuckles.

“Who is that?” Jiang Ling suddenly asks and Jiang Cheng’s smile gets even bigger.

“A-Ling!” he exclaims but Jiang Ling hides inside the house when he starts to walk towards him.

Nie Mingjue is at his side before his face falls.

“They are reincarnated,” he whispers. “They don’t remember.”

“Ah,” Jiang Cheng says, clearly heartbroken, but then he smiles again. “Might be better that way, anyway.”

And with that he turns around to Jiang Yanli and bows deeply to her.

“I apologize for my improper behaviour.”

“No need,” she softly says and puts a hand on his arm. “There’s clearly something your husband didn’t mention to us.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyes go big at the word husband, because he and Jiang Cheng never did quite get around to that, but when Jiang Cheng smiles at him, he shrugs it off.

Jiang Cheng is his heart, and Nie Mingjue is his soul; husbands seems a little bit redundant with that.

“Maybe,” Nie Mingjue allows and pulls Jiang Cheng into his side, simply glad to have his heart back.

“And we will explain,” Jiang Cheng promises as he threads Nie Mingjue’s and his fingers together. “But reversing the petrification is a lot more draining than simply turning to stone and I think I need to sleep now,” he says, and he sways on his feet.

“Of course,” Jiang Yanli says with one last smile before she vanishes inside the house and Nie Mingjue is more than happy to bring Jiang Cheng to their room.

He missed sleeping with Jiang Cheng in his bed, missed his steady weight against him, and Nie Mingjue can already tell that he’ll be a bit more clingy than before.

But Jiang Cheng doesn’t seem to mind, because he keeps one hand on Nie Mingjue at all times and when he has to stop touching him eventually, he makes sure to keep his eyes on Nie Mingjue.

“I missed you,” Jiang Cheng suddenly says and Nie Mingjue realizes that while it was only a few weeks for him, it must have been much, much longer for Jiang Cheng.

“I’m here,” Nie Mingjue reassures him. “And I’m not going anywhere, because whatever you did healed me. So there’s nothing that can take me from your side again anymore.”

“There better not be,” Jiang Cheng says and leans up for a kiss that Nie Mingjue happily gives him.

Nie Mingjue really has no intention of leaving Jiang Cheng ever again, but even if there was something that could take Nie Mingjue from him, he doubts that Jiang Cheng would allow it.

Jiang Cheng already turned to stone for him; if need be Nie Mingjue doesn’t doubt that Jiang Cheng would turn into a god just to get him back, or personally drag him back from hell.

It seems like exactly the kind of thing Jiang Cheng would be capable of.

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