#maybe he didn't expect her spirit to find peace like that in the end

[theblindhakune]

Okay but, I watched the Ayakashi Bakeneko arc again with a friend, joking that "haha, it's Medicine Seller's first day at a new job so he's different from the Mononoke series". And when we get to the point where the Bakeneko shows its Reason this is how he looks at it all

All of his joy and optimism, gone. He was actually lighthearted before shit hit the fan, flirting with Kayo and teasing Odajima. But now it's like this enlightened creature realizes for the first time what atrocities humans are actually capable of. It's just disgust and disappointment. No wonder he's so different in the Mononoke series, because now he has expectations for what his job is gonna be like

[teratosfavouritesnack]

Hi can you do a part 2 of the ghost lover boy? Like Y/n is being repeatly being bratty and the ghost starts punishing her but of course she cant see him because he's invisible?

Hiii dear, thank you for your request and sorry for the late reply! I already had half an idea how to continue this story but I tried to mix it with your suggestion. Hopefully you like it 💜

ghost x afab!human - bratty behaviour (kinda), ghost creature doing ghost things, p in v, mirror sex, use of ghost hunting tools, it talks!!! :o

ORIGINAL POST <-

You were wrong. The ghost was no lover boy, just a prankster through and through.

You don’t know exactly how you expected the dynamic to evolve after the events of that day, but you certainly didn’t think it would change so drastically and… not really for the better.

Has this been its intention from the very start? To harass you, play with you and your emotions until you surrendered and offered yourself to it , only to then take it all away? Has it only been having some fun with you and did not in fact care about you at all?

You wish you had an explanation for its sudden disappearance, but you don’t. And you’re so upset about it. So upset that you can’t find peace in your own four walls, because everything makes you think of it and all its stupid pranks. So upset, you can’t even find pleasure in touching yourself anymore because you can’t fuck your cunt the same way its fingers have, you can’t recapture that tingly, almost electricity-charged pressure you felt inside you when it pounded your hole with its hand, no matter how much you attempt to.

You’re losing your mind. It can't just give you a taste of something so delicious and addicting and then take it away a second later! It’s not fair! You need to catch its attention again, try however you can. You exasperate the things that always induced it to harass you; unashamedly bending over the furniture and waiting for it to grind against you, pushing your ass in the air as much as humanly possible whenever you’re doing the laundry, spending a longer time in the shower box hoping it would join you, walking naked around the house more times than not to give it easy access to every inch of you… You do anything to get it to touch you again but nothing seems to work. It’s as if it has completely vanished, as if it’s gone for good from your house. But somehow, you know it ’s still there. You can feel it. Watching you. Maybe laughing at you, at how desperate you look and act. It ’s mocking you, you’re sure.

Resentment merges with desperation, pushing you to buy some of those fancy gadgets paranormal investigators use on their hunts. You place sensors throughout the house and always carry a spirit box on you. You’ll catch its invisible and elusive ass one day or another, you’re sure! To what end? You don't truly know. You didn't think things through. Perhaps you just want to take a win over the ghost, instead. Annoy it, as it has done to you. But as the days pass, the sensors don’t pick up any signal, the spirit box is dead silent and you feel bluer than ever. All is calm...

Until it isn’t.

You invite people over, something you learnt in the past the ghost does not like in the slightest. But the ghost isn't around anymore, is it? You have no reason to be concerned about what it likes or not.

Except you have, because it is still here. Hiding so well from all your stupid tools. Pissed off by their presence, yet even more by the strangers you allowed inside its home. Especially that one fool who seems to orbit around you like a moth to a flame. It hasn't been this displeased in ages, and it can't keep itself hidden any longer. It needs to reclaim its possessions.

The sensors go off all at once, causing everyone to jump in their seats. You told your friends about your haunted house before, but no one believed you; now they all do as the lights go crazy and all kinds of trash is thrown in their faces, forcing everyone to rush to the exit.

Everyone except you.

You’re shocked… but also delighted. You secretly wished something like this might happen. You hoped that disregarding its desires would lead to retaliation. And when you feel that familiar thrilling touch on you again, oh you are ecstatic! Its grasp is a little rougher this time, as it grabs you around the waist and drags you all the way to your bedroom. All the way in front of your large mirror, where you watch your clothes come undone, ripped by unseen fretting hands. Where you can see one of your legs pulled off the ground and your hole stretched open by... nothing. It's mind-boggling to feel so stuffed while being unable to gaze upon the thing that makes your sensitive walls throb so desperately. When it starts to move, you realize it is the ghost who's inside you, with its cock swallowed to the hilt by your cunt. The sensation is unbelievable, so blissful, and unlike anything you've ever experienced before. You don't have any words to describe it. And even if you did, you'd forget all of them. Your mind goes blank when you feel its hand seize your jaw and turn your head downward, forcing you to stare at your hole spreading open and shrinking again as it pushes its length all the way into and then out of you in slow but deep thrusts.

Is this a punishment? Is this a reward? Is this a way to claim you as its own? To make you realize that it is in charge.That it can toy with you anytime it wants, and you have no say in the matter. Whatever does this mean... You do not care. You only care about the pleasure rising in your lower belly, the heat pervading your entire body, the exquisite pressure you feel in your womb as its cock finds that precious spot deep inside you, with one arm wrapped possessively around your waist and the other keeping your leg up.

You’re so out of it, so lost in seeking your release that your ears almost bypass the robotic beep coming from your pants, sprawled at your feet. However, the disembodied voice that follows reverberates through your entire being, instantly pushing you over the edge with a muted scream.

"Pretty. . . . Cunt. . . . All. . . . Mine. . . . . Taking. . . . Me. . . . So. . . . .Well. . . . . Made. . . . For. . . . Me."

You hope it will never leave you again, but if it does... Well, now you know how to make it come out again.

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[thronesoldaccido]

Love From Afar

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Fem!Reader x Simon “Ghost” Riley TW: Angst, Romance, Love Triangle, reader injured, hurt/no comfort, “stalking?” WC: 2.6K a/n: didn't really know how to end this one icl i hope you enjoy it not proofread

The base was always quieter at night, a stillness settling over the barracks that felt both peaceful and suffocating. Simon often found himself alone during these hours, taking solace in the shadows where he felt the most at home. The darkness was a refuge for him, a place where he could exist without the weight of his past or the expectations of those around him. But lately, that solace had been slipping away eroded by the presence of someone who had managed to slip past his carefully constructed defences, you.

You had been with the team for over a year now, and in that time, you had become indispensable. Not just because of your skills in the field, they were formidable, but because of your spirit. You were strong but also kind, a combination that was rare in their line of work. You had a way of making everyone around you feel seen, feel valued. Even Simon, who had spent years perfecting the art of emotional detachment, couldn’t help but be drawn to you.

At first, he had dismissed his feelings as a passing infatuation, something he could easily ignore. But as time went on, those feelings only grew stronger, more insistent. He found himself gravitating toward you, seeking her out in the rare moments of downtime they had. It wasn’t just your beauty that captivated him, though you were undeniably beautiful, it was the way you treated him, like he was more than just the mask he wore.

But there was a problem, a problem with a name…. Kyle

Kyle and you had a connection that ghost couldn’t ignore. You were close in a way that Simon had never been with anyone. You shared jokes, whispered conversations and a bond that was palpable even in a room full of people. Simon could see it in the way Kyle looked at you, the way you smiled back at him. It was clear that you cared deeply for Seach other and as much as Simon hated to admit it. You fit together perfectly.

Simon was always on the outside, looking in. he was the one in the shadows, watching as Kyle made you laugh, as you leaned into him for comfort after a tough mission. And it hurt. But he kept his distance, telling himself it was for the best. You deserved someone who could offer stability and warmth, a future and that wasn’t him. He was a soldier, a “Ghost” and he didn’t belong in the light where you shone. You picked Kyle Afterall.

But no matter how hard he tried to distance himself, he couldn’t escape you. You seemed to have a way of finding him, even in the darkest corners of the base. You would sit with him in silence, sometimes talking about nothing in particular, other times just being there. It was in those moments that Simon allowed himself to hope, just for a second, that maybe there was something between them.

That hope was dangerous. It gnawed at him, growing stronger with each passing day until it became almost unbearable. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like if things were different, if he was the one making you laugh, the one you turned to for comfort.

That day, the mission had started like any other, but something in the air felt different that day. The team moved through enemy territory with their usual precision, but the tension was palpable, an undercurrent of unease that none of them could shake. Simon led the way, as he often did, his senses honed to a razors edge. Beside him was you, always steady, always focused. Behind them, Kyle, his gaze ever watchful, not just the surroundings but of you.

Kyle had fallen for you a few weeks after you joined the team. He simply fell in love with you. He admired your skill he admired your intelligence. You would laugh at his jokes even the horrible ones. You were everything that he hadn’t known he was looking for. Kyle loved you with sincerity. But with that love came fear. fear that he couldn’t protect you that the dangerous life they led would take you from him. He kept it buried, knowing that you were more capable of taking care of yourself. Still the thought of losing you was something he couldn’t bear.

And then, the ambush happened

They were close to the extraction point when the first shots rang out, the sharp cracks of gunfire shattering the quiet. The enemy had been waiting for them, and within seconds, the team was pinned down, bullets ripping through the air. Simon’s instincts kicked in immediately. He moved with deadly precision, returning fire as he called out orders to the rest of the team. You were beside Kyle, paranoid, eyes darting, moving as swifty as you could. But before you could even raise your firearm to save yourself. You were hit.

Simon turned seeing you fall before his eyes. Your body crumpling to the ground as blood blossomed across her side.

“NO!” Kyles voice was a broken cry as he rushed to your side. His heart racing with a fear unlike anything he’d ever known. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he tried to stop the bleeding, panic gripped him. His thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of disbelief and terror. “Stay with me, love” Kyle begged, pressing down on the wound. “Please, stay with me. You’re going to be okay. You have to be okay.”

Your eyes fluttered open, pain etched across your features, but you managed a weak smile. “I’m fine, Kyle… don’t worry.”

But you weren’t  fine. The wound was serious, the blood loss too great. Kyle could see the colour draining from your face, could feel you slipping away, and it terrified him. All he could think about was how he had failed to protect you, how he might lose the woman he loved more than anything.

Simon saw the whole thing, his heart freezing as he watched you fall. Rage and fear surged through him as he fought to clear a path to the extraction point, his focus split between the battle and the sight of Kyle, desperately trying to keep you alive. A part of him was consumed with guilt, but another part—darker, more dangerous—began to resent Kyle for not protecting you.

“Get her to the extraction point!” Simon ordered, his voice a harsh bark as he cut down the last of the enemy fighters. “Now!”

The team rallied around them, forming a protective barrier as they moved toward the extraction point. Simon took point, his movements mechanical, driven by a cold fury that made him even more lethal. Every second felt like a lifetime, every breath a reminder of how close you were to death. And all he could think about was how Kyle had let this happen.

The chopper ride back to base was filled with a heavy, suffocating silence. The medics worked frantically to stabilize you, shouting orders to the pilot to get them back as fast as possible. Kyle sat beside you, his hands gripping yours tightly, his face a mask of anguish and desperation. Simon sat across from them, his eyes locked on your pale face, his heart a storm of conflicting emotions. When they finally landed, you were rushed into the med bay, leaving Simon and Kyle standing on the tarmac. The weight of everything that had happened crashed down on Simon, and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He turned on Kyle, his voice low and seething with resentment.

“You were supposed to protect her,” Simon growled, stepping closer to Kyle, his eyes burning with anger.

Kyle looked up, his face pale and drawn, still reeling from the fear of losing you “What are you talking about, Simon?”

Simon’s hands clenched into fists, the rage that had been building inside him for hours finally breaking free. “You were right there, Kyle. You were supposed to have her back. And now she’s in there fighting for her life because you couldn’t do your damn job!”

Kyle blinked, the shock of Simon’s accusation momentarily stunning him. “I did everything I could! We were under fire, Simon! There was nothing I could do to stop that bullet!”

“Bullshit!” Simon snapped, his voice rising with each word. “You let her get hurt! You were too busy being her damn boyfriend to do what needed to be done!”

Kyle’s face twisted with anger, his own emotions finally boiling over. “How dare you say that? You think I don’t care? You think I’m not tearing myself apart over this? I love her, Simon! I’d die for her!”

“You didn’t do enough,” Simon spat, his voice filled with venom. “You say you love her, but you couldn’t even keep her safe. And now she’s lying in there because you failed.”

Kyle’s hands balled into fists. He took a step toward Simon, his voice trembling with fury. “You don’t get to judge me, Simon. You think you know what love is? You think you understand what it’s like to care about someone so much it tears you apart?”

“I care about her more than you could ever know,” Simon snarled, his eyes dark with emotion. “I’ve cared about her since the day she joined this team. But unlike you, I’ve kept it in check because I know what’s at stake. And now look where your so-called love has gotten her.”

Kyle’s eyes widened, the realization of Simon’s words hitting him like a physical blow. “You… you have feelings for her?”

Simon’s jaw tightened, the truth hanging in the air between them like a blade. “Yes, Kyle. I do. But I’ve respected her, respected you, because I knew she was yours. But now, because of you, she’s lying on a table, bleeding out.”

Kyle’s face twisted in a mix of shock and anger. “You think this is my fault? You think she’d ever choose you over me? You’re just a coward, Simon—a coward who hides behind a mask and a rifle because you’re too afraid to let anyone in!”

Simon’s patience snapped. Without thinking, he swung, his fist connecting with Kyle’s jaw with a sickening thud. The force of the blow sent Kyle staggering back, but he quickly regained his footing, his own anger flaring as he launched himself at Ghost.

They collided with a fury that had been building for months, fists flying as they grappled with each other. Kyle landed a solid punch to Ghost’s ribs, but Ghost retaliated, slamming his fist into Kyle’s stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

“You’re not good enough for her,” Simon growled, his voice filled with years of repressed anger and pain. “You let her get hurt. You let her bleed.”

Before Kyle could respond, strong hands grabbed both men, yanking them apart with a force that broke their grip on each other.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Captain Price’s voice was like a gunshot, sharp and filled with authority. He shoved Simon back, his gaze hard and unforgiving as he looked between the two men. “This is how you handle things? Brawling like a couple of schoolboys while She’s in there fighting for her life?”

“You’re both out of line,” Price continued, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. “I don’t care what’s going on between you two, but this? This isn’t how you solve it. You think this is what she needs right now? You think this is going to help her?”

Kyle’s eyes dropped to the floor, the shame and guilt weighing heavily on him. Simon stood rigid, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to control the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Price looked between them, his voice softening just a fraction. “You both care about her. I get that. But right now, what she needs is to know that her team is behind her. That means all of us. You two need to get your heads on straight, because she’s the one that matters right now. Not this bullshit between you.”

Kyle nodded; Simon already walked away.

The days following the mission were heavy with tension, the kind that everyone felt but no one dared to address. Your condition was stable, but you remained in the med bay, recovering from your injuries. The team was grateful that you had survived, but the incident had left scars on more than just her body. Simon couldn’t shake the anger that had consumed him during the mission. The fight with Kyle had been inevitable, a culmination of months of pent-up emotions and unspoken feelings. But even after Captain Price had forced them to back down, the rage and guilt still simmered beneath the surface. Ghost couldn’t forgive Kyle for what had happened to you, but more than that, he couldn’t forgive himself.

It was late one night, long after most of the base had gone to sleep, when Simon found himself standing outside the med bay. He hadn’t been able to sleep since the mission, his thoughts plagued by images of you lying on that stretcher, pale and bleeding. The guilt was a constant, gnawing presence, but it was the fear that truly terrified him—the fear of losing you, the realization that he might never have the chance to tell you how he really felt.

He hadn’t seen you since that day, choosing to stay away out of respect for Kyle, and because he couldn’t bear to face you after everything that had happened. But now, something pulled him toward the med bay, a need to see you, to make sure you were okay. He told himself it was just to check on you, just to see with his own eyes that you were healing, but deep down, he knew it was more than that.

The med bay was dimly lit, the quiet hum of machines the only sound as Simon stepped inside. you were there, lying on the narrow bed, your eyes closed in sleep. Even in the Bright light, you looked so fragile, so different from the strong, confident woman he had come to admire. The sight of you like this, vulnerable and wounded, twisted something inside him.

Simon stood at the edge of the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at you. you were safe. you were alive. But all he could think about was how close he had come to losing you, how close he had come to losing the one person who had ever made him feel like more than just a soldier, more than just a ghost.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, just watching you breathe, the rise and fall of your chest the only thing grounding him. But then, as if sensing his presence, you stirred, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

“Simon?” your voice was soft, still heavy with sleep, but there was a warmth in it that sent a jolt through him.

Simon froze, his heart in his throat. He hadn’t expected you to wake up, hadn’t prepared himself for the possibility of having to speak to you, to explain why he was there. But now that  you were looking at him, those familiar brown eyes filled with a softness that made his heart ache, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You offered him a small, tired smile. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’re here.”

Your words hit him harder than they should have, a mixture of relief and something deeper that he didn’t want to acknowledge. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you admitted, your hand moving to rest gently over the bandage on your side. “But better. The doctors said I should be back on my feet in no time.”

“That’s good,” Ghost said, but his voice was distant, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t control.

They fell into a silence, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between them. Ghost’s eyes traced the contours of your face. the way your lips curved into that soft, familiar smile. He knew he shouldn’t be there, that he should leave before he did something he would regret, but he couldn’t make himself move.

“Simon, what’s wrong?” Lolade’s voice was gentle, filled with concern.

Simon looked away, trying to gather his thoughts, but it was no use. The emotions he had been fighting for so long came rushing to the surface, and before he could stop himself, he spoke. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Your expression softened, your eyes searching his. “I’m still here.”

“I know,” Simon said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But when I saw you get hit… I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

The words came out unbidden, a raw confession of the fear and guilt that had been tearing at him since the mission. He hadn’t meant to say them, hadn’t meant to open himself up like this, but now that the words were out, he couldn’t take them back.

You reached out, your hand finding his. The touch was warm, comforting, and it sent a shiver through him. “Simon, you don’t have to carry this alone. You’ve always been there for me, for all of us. But you don’t have to be the strong one all the time.”

Simon looked down at your hand in his, the softness of your skin against his calloused fingers. It was too much—your kindness, your understanding, the way you always seemed to see right through him. And before he knew what he was doing, before he could think about the consequences, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft, tentative, filled with all the emotions he had kept buried for so long. For a brief, fleeting moment, the world faded away, and there was only Lolade, her warmth, her softness, everything he had ever wanted but knew he could never have.

But then, reality came crashing down.

You stiffened under his touch; your eyes wide with shock as you pulled back.

“Simon…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

Simon recoiled, the weight of his mistake hitting him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“No, Simon,” you interrupted, your voice stronger now, though still tinged with shock and disbelief. “You shouldn’t have.” you pulled your hand away from his, your expression a mix of confusion and hurt. “You need to leave. Now.”

Ghost felt his heart sink, the rejection cutting deeper than he had imagined. “I, please, I—”

“Go,” you repeated, your voice firm, even as your eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Kyle will be here any minute. You need to leave.”

The mention of Kyle’s name was like a punch to the gut. Simo knew you were right, knew that staying would only make things worse, but it didn’t make it any easier. He had crossed a line, a line that could never be uncrossed, and now everything was ruined. He took a step back, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he forced himself to turn away. The silence in the room was deafening as he walked to the door, his heart pounding with a mixture of guilt, shame, and a deep, aching sadness.

Simon knew he could only love you from afar.

[ravenousnightwind]

In moments of great tragedy and anguish, I only had the gods to look to. I never expected help. I just would talk to them about how bad it was. Sometimes, I'd ask for things. Sometimes, I'd plead with them for things I needed.

It was in these moments I could feel peace. Even if nothing came of it. It was the only thing I could do with those emotions. Then, sometimes, years later, things might happen. Here and there. Little things building up to a conclusion.

When I asked Odin to help me through my trauma, he did. Sending me spiraling in my own head. Realization after realization threatening to drive me insane. Testing my resolve against myself.

When I asked Loki to help me speak better to people, I got better. Knowing instinctively, almost. The words flooding from my mouth that shoved into the ears of others like a spear. Casting like a spell.

When I asked Frigg for stability, she made me go through things to find how I could balance my desires and my finances. How to move forward in life with mental illness. She taught me patience and calming. She taught me how not to worry about silly rituals and offerings or tools. She showed me better, more mindful ways to see the world and nature, and herself. As well as the other gods. It was through Frigg that I started worshipping again, it was through her that I found my spirit, my craft again. It was she who showed me how to be who I am and to embrace my own brand of witchcraft and magic, heathenry as a whole.

Odin may have been my interest in heathenry through his stories and myths. He helped me dive into my own head. Helped me find the deeper reasons. In myself as well as within history. Searching for the truth in the lies. In the end, it was Frigg, though, who showed me I didn't need all that bullshit to be or perform. She guided me with a gentle hand because she knew how fragile I was, how untrusting I became. It was through her I rediscovered my own beliefs, and by extension, I found myself and the wholeness I feel now.

To say the gods never help, to say the gods never do for people, I think it's wrong. Maybe it could all just be in my head? But for me, they exist, and they're the reasons why I am the way I am today. All of them. Without them..I am not sure I would of had the strength or the wisdom to do what do now.

[jackietorrance]

It's not love

Jenna Ortega x Reader

"Maybe there is a person who is your peace"

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It was amazing how oblivious Jenna was to your situation. It seemed like she knew you liked her but she just had fun with it. But you knew better, she's been like this since you met in middle school. How she failed to notice the failed attempts at complimenting was so irritating. By the end you couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed with her, she's pathetically adorable.

You girls had a really strong friendship. It was 4 long years of innocent friendship and 1 year of developing feelings for her. In the end, you gave up trying to make Jenna understand how you felt, maybe she just doesn't want to be in a relationship with you or maybe she doesn't even like other girls. You thought about these possibilities but deep in your heart there was always a little hope left, like a disease that wouldn't heal. You were sitting with Jenna and Lisa as they spoke in hushed whispers, giggling like schoolgirls. Lisa glanced over to you, a smiled creeping on her lips.

"Hey Y/n" The two girls focused their attention on you as they stopped their whispers and giggling, "We were just going to play a game, do you want to join us?" Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat.

"Yes please." Your head resting on the bed before, she lifted it curiously, with a minimal smile. Lisa was the only one who knew where you stood with Jenna. At that moment you couldn't even imagine what was going through her head, since you were too busy beating yourself up mentally. You've been with your crush this long, you can't just stop now, especially if it's the other side of campus. "Alright, what are we going to play?" Jenna looked to the girl and then you, then back to Lisa smiling.

"We've been talking about what we wanted to do during winter break and we wanted to do something fun" Lisa sighed, "So we came up with this, we gotta tell the other person a secret before we play."

Jenna's eyes widened slightly, the nervous laughter evident in her voice. "Wait, we should do that now?" Jenna stood her hands cupped over her mouth, her eyes wide with excitement.

Lisa giggled, the first words out of her mouth were, "Y/n still has feelings for you."

You immediately turned your head, your eyes locking with Jenna's and your heart began to speed up in a flurry of confusion, uncertainty and wonder. From the day you two had met she wanted to be friends but you wanted to be more. You had said as much to Lisa five years ago when she told you about Jenna but didn't really expect anything to come from it. You just ended up being her close friend and the person she would rant to about the problems in your life and you really needed some of that. She occasionally brought you for family dinners. Now you were sitting in an apartment, the two facing you, waiting for your reply.

"Oh." That was all you could manage to say as you were dragged out of your thoughts, "I guess this is a secret to keep then, how about we play?" Jenna's face lit up and she launched at you, cuddling.

"Thats great! Have I ever told you how much I like secrets, especially the type that can be discussed with people over a campfire. Lets start." Jenna squeezed you to emphasize her point.

Lisa was giving you a smug smile and all you could say was, "I really don't want to play this game."

"Come on why don't we?" Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "She likes you Y/n and you like her. You CAN do this, we've found out other people don't know, so Lo! Let's find out our secret. So far we're 1-0."

Lisa took a deep breathe, "Ok, our first stop is love." She took a step back, "Love is the thing immortal, omnipotent, unoriginate, infinite, omniscient, omnipotent, and YOU. LOVE IS YOU." Lisa stopped and giggled.

"Ok, I'm going to go with the 'yours' part." You said with a chuckle, raising your eyebrows.

"This can't be right. God is a spirit, and he that worshipeth and serve him must worship him in spirit and in truth. And the truth is you, I love YOU." Jenna said, her voice getting caught in her throat, "I love you." Jenna rested her head on your shoulder.

You blinked and looked down at her, your mouth slightly open, you couldn't seem to form any coherent words to reply, she continued until her lips brushed yours and she pulled away.

You sat there in a daze, Jenna's head slightly peeking over your arm, "Yeah, um is that good enough?" She blushed looking down at her lap, her blonde hair hiding her face.

"Wow, were the the two of you going to do that, but yea I guess that was enough.

Lisa nodded, "Yep, so weirdly religious, but there's something about you that attracts me."

"Don't you love her?" You couldn't help but smile a little, your cheeks turning a little red.

"Oh god how I love you" you said again, unable to contain a smile.

Embracing her, "I love you too."

"So are you two dating?" Lisa asked who was looking at you and Jenna, a slight blush breaking past her cheeks.

"I think I should be asking that." Jenna broke away from you, a slight grin on her face, she was doing a good job at keeping her emotions hidden, her eyes showing eagerness as she headed towards Lisa.

"We were going to, but-" You stopped her with a kiss.

"It was fun?" The two giggled and Lisa looked at you, a smile in her eyes.

[barcingmatter]

PRINCESS TUTU AU OF DANNY PHANTOM I am experiencing severe brain rot.

(btw I'm using "lady" and "king" gender neutrally. Ghost genders are fluid as hell, just like ectoplasm.)

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Among the living, the story of "The Lady Phantom and The Crown" is largely regarded as a classic fairytale, despite it not being as well known as certain stories like those by the brothers grimm or Aesop. Generally, the story goes as follows:

Long ago in the infinite realms, there was a crown with great power that chose a ruler for the realms that would lead it to prosperity. The crown was passed from king to king, guarded and guided by a spirit beyond ancient; The Lady Phantom. Some rumors and myths say they and the crown were both born from the same ectoplasm. Others say that they made the crown. As the Ancients began to rise, they claimed The Lady Phantom as one of their own, swearing to aide them in their eternal mission of the crown.

One day, a new king was chosen, Pariah The Dark. Chosen to lead his people through terrible conflict to a greater peace, he did well in the beginning, but conflict warped his purpose, and he became lost in his wrath.

The Ancients convened, and agreed to remove the crown from Pariah to find a more hopeful king. The Lady Phantom would be the one to retrieve their crown just as they had before, but Pariah had different plans.

In a fit of rage, he shattered the crown into many pieces, and scattered them across the infinite realms. In a burst of light, The Lady Phantom was gone, and The Ancients sealed away Pariah in his eternal prison of slumber.

The story ends with a promise that one day, The Lady Phantom would return to mend the broken crown and bring a new king to the infinite realms.

-

Danny fenton was struggling, majorly. Between his ballet practice, his homework, and making sure he and jazz actually had something to eat for dinner while his parents worked away in their lab, he was very much struggling.

Of course, his two best friends did their best to help out. Tucker helped with most of his homework, and Sam made sure he had some cash to spend on money (no matter how much he insisted he didn't really need it), and they both stayed with him when he did extra practice. It was nice, their little routine.

His parents wouldn't stop going on and on and ON about their ghost portal. It probably wouldn't work, their stuff has basically been entirely theoretical until now, but he just wanted it to be over so maybe they'd take a break and remember their kids.

It didn't work, obviously. The portal didn't even get past the "powering on" stage. Whatever. Sam wanted to go look at it and get some cool pictures for her photography class, so he was gonna bring them to the lab while his parents were off sulking.

-

HE DIDNT EXPECT IT TO ACTUALLY TURN ON.

Especially not with him IN it.

The pain was horrible, blindingly horrible, intense enough his brain was processing sensation seconds, minutes after they happened.

And then it was gone.

And he was floating in some starry abyss, with a shard of light dangling in front of him, singing so sweetly.

He reached for it.

'Hello'

He brushed a knuckle across the surface.

'Phantom'

It was cool to the touch, like metal.

'Lady Phantom'

It drew back.

'Our Lady Phantom'

It pierced into his chest.

-

"-DANNY!"

He could feel the convulsions of being electrocuted finally ebb away, and his senses came back ringing and burning but all still (mostly) working.

Florescent lights glared above him, rigid cold tile below him, scalding hot hands pressed against his face, arms, neck, wrists, chest.

Another few minutes and he could finally press the air in his chest out and push himself onto hands and knees. He felt-

Holy hell he felt dizzy and raw and so so sick.

His vision stopped swimming after several more minutes.

"Why am I in a ballet costume?"

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Yeah these are just my at-the-walls ramblings. Princess tutu au! The idea is that, like how duck could transform into a storybook character with a piece of mythos heart and had to find all the other pieces, danny can transform into an ancient spirit with a piece of the crown and has to find all the other pieces.

Yes he is in a tutu, yes he does get called "The Lady Phantom" a lot. It's weird for him in the beginning but he gets a lot more used to it when he realizes how little care there is about gender norms in the ghost zone. Danny is still very much A Guy, just A Guy in a tutu.

Amity Park is much less "Oh yeah thats a guy" about Lady Phantom, unfortunately.

Anyways let guys wear tutus and dance the Lady parts in ballet I wanna see it.

[halfmoth-halfman]

I want to start off by saying I’m so happy you’re back! Hope your brain got the rest it needed before it reigns terror on us. Last chapter was fantastic! There’s too much for me to write down and analyze so i’m just doing my fav moments (i’m still writing a damn essay on this series after it’s done). Btw I wrote this in my notes at 4 am so very mush brained incoherent.

I loved seeing Canary’s quick wit make it’s appearance again when she stood up to Adler, he gave her tools but no instruction manual just said “figure it out” and him blaming her for his failure just shows he’s only her donor, not her father in my book,I can just imagine her mom whooping his ass after he died, “you did what to my baby!?”. Her biting back was like the first step to justice for herself because she’s coming back stronger than ever, she’s healing. Yes queen, use that tongue of steel (one of my mom’s saying, “we don’t have silver tongues, we have tongues of steel bc we spark when we speak and slice when we need to”).

Canary is finally finding her fighting spirit again and I can’t wait for her to rain some brimstone on her enemies, or just be comfortable in herself and know she regained her autonomy. Finally Price in jail made me laugh because all I could see was Canary in the “I lived bitch” meme.

As always you’re one of my favorite authors and will forever have me running to your blog when I get your alerts- 🔥

i'm happy you're happy, but you're like the third person to say they're happy i'm back and i??? never left??? did i get shadowbanned for criticizing staff LMAO

anon pls know i already love the asks you send me and i will cry if you write an essay on this series

canary def got her wit and quick comebacks from adler, it was kind of a necessity given how he raised her and what he was raising her to be. you're so right, he gave her the tools but never told her what to do with them. he expected her to be smart enough to know how to use them, but she didn't have the same life experiences he did so of course she wouldn't do things exactly how he wanted. and i think his blame for her stems from a disappointment and anger toward himself because deep down i think he knows the responsibility of her failures fall back on him. and canary's at the point now where she's not afraid to tell him that.

i can say that canary's mom will only be mentioned once or twice more, so this isn't really a spoiler. adler is very much the way he is/was with canary because of her mother's death. had she lived, this would've been a very, very different story because i think of adler and his wife's relationship much like price and canary's (though maybe a bit more possessive on adler's end). adler would've (and did) move mountains and burn down empires for his wife. she was his entire life, and he would've left everything behind and started living a mob free life if she asked him to. i headcanon that if she lived, canary's mother would've wanted adler to step down and settle somewhere peaceful and quiet and away from the blood and chaos. and i think adler would've done it in a heartbeat.

her mother would've been much more hands on and open with canary, but adler would've been like those dads that don't talk much and are kind of awkward with their kids but still love them very much. he'd still run his gang, but from afar with not as much input and leaving the big decisions to someone he trusted. canary would've grown up with a much more solid family dynamic, growing into a confident and proud woman, and (in my own little headcanon) would've met price at a gala hosted by one of her adler's friends and they'd have a series of casual flings before getting serious and eventually married.

canary's finally decided enough is enough and she's so ready to get her revenge and begin to heal from everything she's gone through and i love that for her honestly.

asdlaksdlkj i just imagine like gaz playing into canary's not-death just like-

gaz: this year, i lost my dear, sweet canary

canary: quit telling everyone i'm dead! >:(

gaz: sometimes, i can still hear her voice

or he'd just send a blurry bigfoot-style picture of her to price with a text that's like "manor's haunted"

thank you so much babes, please know i always appreciate your asks and i hope you have a wonderful day!! 💜

[unclaire-stories]

Welcome to Unclaire Stories

Hi there! My name is Claire. I am a queer trans woman, a lover of fantasy and romance, and most importantly, a writer. I've been writing since I was 11, and I like to think I've gotten rather good at it over the past decade. Maybe even good enough to finally start sharing it with the world. Today I want to talk about my plans for my writing, including what I am working on right now, what my style is, and what motivated me to finally start sharing it.

Let's start with the content. If you like any of the following things, my writing is for you:

Epic fantasy with in-depth worldbuilding and intricate magic systems

Queer-led stories with strong themes of identity, love, and community

Subversion and inversion of classic fantasy tropes

Anti-authority, anti-colonial, and anti-capitalist social and political commentary

I plan on publishing a number of major stories alongside anything else random I decide is good enough for public consumption. Everything I write will be published on my Patreon and Substack. Most of what I write will also be freely available on Tumblr, Ao3, and any other writing platforms I expand to. I plan to keep the amount of premium content to a minimum; paid writing will be primarily extras like bonus scenes, lore essays, and short stories along with one major project that will be a premium exclusive.

While this list is subject to change, here are quick summaries of the major projects I plan on publishing:

Apotheosis (FREE - Epic Fantasy). Two hundred years ago, the nations of the world came together to rise up and kill their tyrannical God, seizing the power of divinity for the people. They then created a representative democracy to democratically elect a series of God-Presidents to wield that power. It didn't go well. Apotheosis follows train-hopping anarchist and reluctant insurgent leader Serapha, torn between her ideals and her community, and the newly-elected God-President Mathias, who must come to terms with the deep flaws of a system he placed all his faith in, as they begin to unravel the secrets of the Republic from opposite ends and uncover the truth of what really happened two centuries ago.

Spirits of the Stone Empire (FREE - Fantasy/Romance). Nyasta wanted nothing more than to live her life in peace and to fulfill her role as a spiritual leader to her people. Instead, she found herself drafted into the legions of an empire that still believes her to be a man. Forced to conceal her identity for fear of execution, she marches to war, only to find herself captured by the forces of a supposed foe that she has a lot more in common with than she ever expected.

Songs of the Storm (PAID - Epic Fantasy). A sprawling epic that follows a diverse cast of characters spanning a continent as the world begins a descent into an apocalypse of both mortal and supernatural origin. As war and violence engulfs the land, the peoples of the world must overcome the scars of the past and the wounds of the present in time to present a united front against the coming storm that, given the chance, would obliterate any living thing in it's path. Songs follows a number of characters, the most important of whom are the following five: Shaasa, a young woman and prophet, on a desperate mission to warn the world about what is coming; Tolos, a prince fighting tooth and nail alongside his father to halt the inevitable approach of a devastating war with the nation that once ruled theirs; Allasia, a princess, sister of Tolos, who begins to manifest strange and unpredictable magical powers; Kilan, a scholar whose life is turned upside down after being framed for a brutal assassination; and finally Dol'Illesav, a warlord with the ability to speak to the souls of inanimate objects, who finds herself fighting a dark, malicious force for control of her own mind.

These three main projects are all plotted out as full novels, but will be published on a chapter-by-chapter basis as they are written. This means it's very likely I will from time to time go back to revise the story or fix plot holes. I have a number of other minor projects I will work on from time to time, such as a romance story about a witch falling in love with a former witch hunter-turned-freelance monster hunter, a non-fantasy romance novel about two women in a punk band falling for each other, and a more lighthearted high fantasy serial about three students at the world's greatest magic university.

Not all of these projects will come to fruition quickly. Which ones I do and don't write will depend a lot on you. I plan on writing the first chapter for all of the above projects and a few more on top of that, but which ones get sequels will depend on which ones people like or not. The only 2 projects I've already made my mind up about writing in full are Songs of the Storm and Apotheosis.

If you've made it to the end, I just want to say thank you! I'm really excited to start sharing my worlds and stories with you, and I hope you enjoy them! If you want to support me, you can find all my platforms on my linktree. First up on the schedule are the first chapter and prologue for Songs of the Storm and Apotheosis as well as chapter one of Spirits. All of those will be posted here on Tumblr, even Songs (although the next chapters will be on patreon only).

[zeldabecameaqueen]

inspired by BadBoyHalo's stream "Sweet Dispair" (18th/02/2024)

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disclaimer :

• i'm only talking about the characters here, not talking about the admins or ccs behind them

• also it's clearly my opinion, my pov, not a fact nor the official feelings

🍄top part : last goodbye for Richas. Richas on his boat for his last goodbye to his tio, blowing into his horn. I'm really sensitive to sounds and it felt to me like the last goodbye, even though i knew bad was addicted to qsmp and would never leave us alone at that moment. Also, it felt heartbreaking because Richas acted somehow distant, even though he still was there for his uncle and siblings, but i think he lived so much heartbreaks with his family that the fact that an immortal being like bad was getting deadly sick felt for him like: for every person i love, for every bit of myself i give to them, no matter how strong this person is, i'm going to lose them (my pov oc). So here he is, back to the sunset, blowing the horn of another life that ends, another adieu. Idk i didn't expect to hear that and it just felt, like angst

🦋left part : no sleep for Pomme. Bad put Pomme to bed that night, but we all know she's a no-sleeper, she's insomniac and i really don't think she found sleep that night, except maybe by crying herself to sleep. She's in her bed, holding the last plushy her dad gifted her, her new backpack named 'hope' just below, and gazing at the ceiling. I mean... she can't see the ceiling because she has blurry eyes caused by the tears, she only sees her nightmares pinned with blood just above her. She never had the chance to be a kid, day one she was buried between four walls of stone, and ever since she felt like she had to put herself in danger so that the others may live. Her insecurities, her worries, her traumas but also the very best and sparkling memories ran before her eyes that night. It was angst over again. But she had hope so i guess she could sleep.

🪻right part : the Halo's flower field. The flower field + the arch of heaven. I know it's non-canonical, it's two completely different places but it was my way of depicting the purity of the Halo's family's love, and its strength. A lot of people on Tumblr already said that but turning back on heaven/peace/apparently what he was looking for for so long but couldn't get to get back to your kids who need you, despite the risks of living with more pain and losing those you came back for, i mean... he's the most angelic demon. and a priceless father/tio. This flower field was chosen for them by them, it represents their diversity and their unity, flowers are for friendship, family, love, hope, regret, pain, and death, but it's also the cycle of nature, it'll always come back one way or another

🔔center part : the bell of spirits. Ghosties were put in this bell by Bad, they always followed him and have been a part of him, they are multiple lost souls, caring creatures of the underworld, they came and went as Bad lived his adventures, and as the eggs were growing. They were always there, always following. When Richas blew in that horn, it was like the wind carried his despair indirectly to the bell, and Bad dying was the final release for them to be free. Yet, free was more like lost, without guidance, panicked and afraid. They stayed together though, like they were one being, one connection, because they lived so much together, and went finding a familiar face. They gained strength in the material world to the point the kids could sense them when they never did before. (the 'honk' is for Richas' horn but in my imagination the bell didn't make a sound in the material world)

🍎~🍄~👻~🍎~🍄~👻~🍎~🍄~👻~🍎~🍄~👻

french translation:

inspiré par le stream de BBH "Doux Désespoir" (18 février 2024)

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• je ne parle que des personnages ici, je ne parle pas des admins ou des ccs derrière eux

• c'est également clairement mon opinion, mon point de vue, ce ne sont ni des faits ni des sentiments qui ont été partagés officiellement par les ccs/personnages

🍄haut : le dernier adieu de Richas. Richas est sur son bateau lors de son dernier au revoir à son oncle, il souffle dans la corne. Je suis très sensible aux sons, et j'ai eu l'impression que c'était comme le dernier au revoir, même si je savais que BBH était addict au qsmp et qu'il ne nous laisserait jamais seuls à ce moment. C'était également déchirant parce que Richas était distant d'une certaine manière, même s'il était toujours là pour son oncle et ses adelphes, mais je pense qu'il a eu tellement de peine avec sa famille que le fait qu'un être immortel comme BBH devenait mortellement malade, c'était comme si: pour chaque personne que j'aime, pour chaque part de moi que je leur donne, qu'importe à quel point cette personne est forte, je vais la perdre (bien sûr ce n'est que mon opinion). Donc le voilà à présent, en contrejour par rapport au coucher de soleil, soufflant dans la corne pour cette vie qui se termine, pour ce dernier adieu. Jsp, je ne m'attendais pas à entendre ça et c'était juste, horrible et à glacer le sang

🦋gauche : pas de repos pour Pomme. BBH a mis Pomme au lit cette nuit-là, mais on sait tous qu'elle est insomniaque, et je pense vraiment qu'elle n'a pas trouvé le sommeil cette nuit-là, sauf peut-être en pleurant jusqu'à s'endormir. Elle est dans son lit, tenant la dernière peluche que son père lui a offert, son nouveau sac à dos nommé "espoir" juste en dessous, et elle regarde au plafond. Enfin... elle ne peut pas voir le plafond car elle a la vision floue à cause des larmes, elle ne voit que des cauchemars épinglés avec du sang juste au-dessus d'elle. Elle n'a jamais eu la chance d'être un enfant, dès le premier jour on l'a enterrée entre quatre murs de pierre, et depuis elle a l'impression qu'elle pouvait risquer sa vie si ça permettait aux autres de vivre. Ses insécurités, ses inquiétudes, ses traumas mais aussi ses meilleurs et plus étincelants souvenirs défilaient devant ses yeux cette nuit-là. C'était à nouveau l'angoisse. Mais elle avait de l'espoir et j'imagine qu'elle a réussi à s'endormir.

🪻droite : le champ de fleurs des Halo. Le champ de fleurs + l'arche du paradis. Je sais que ce sont deux endroits complètement différents mais c'était ma façon de montrer la pureté de l'amour de la famille Halo, et leur force. Beaucoup de gens sur Tumblr l'ont déjà dit mais le fait de tourner le dos au paradis/à la paix/sur ce qu'il cherchait depuis longtemps apparemment mais ne pouvait pas avoir pour retrouver ses enfants qui ont besoin de toi, malgré les risques de vivre avec encore plus de douleur et celui de perdre ceux pour qui tu es revenu, je veux dire... c'est le démon le plus angélique. et c'est un père/oncle sans prix. Ce champ de fleurs a été choisi pour eux et par eux, il représente leur diversité et leur unité, les fleurs sont là pour l'amitié, la famille, l'amour, l'espoir, le regret, la douleur, et la mort, mais c'est également le cycle de la nature, ça reviendra toujours d'une façon ou d'une autre

🔔centre : la cloche des esprits. Les Fantômes ont été placés dans cette cloche par BBH, ils l'ont toujours suivi et font partie de lui, ce sont de multiples âmes perdues, des créatures bienveillantes du monde souterrain, elles allaient et venaient au fur et à mesure que BBH vivait ses aventures, et que les oeufs grandissaient. Ils ont toujours été là, toujours suivi le mouvement. Lorsque Richas a soufflé dans cette corne, c'est comme si le vent avait porté son désespoir jusqu'à la cloche, et que la mort de BBH avait été la libération finale pour eux. Mais plutôt que livre, ils étaient surtout perdus, sans repère, paniqués et effrayés. Ils sont restés ensemble, comme s'ils formaient un seul être, un seul lien, parce qu'ils ont beaucoup vécu ensemble et ils sont partis à la recherche d'un visage familier. Ils ont gagné en force dans le monde matériel, au point que les enfants pouvaient les sentir alors qu'ils ne pouvaient pas auparavant. (la "corne" est celle de Richas, mais dans mon imagination, la cloche n'a pas fait de bruit dans le monde matériel).

[walkingwiththegods1]

A serious talk I had with certain Trickster, about Human relations with Deities/Spirits... (And, Human's Timelines!)

After the leaving of the blogger I admired and followed for years, I spended days where I needed to process what happened; and being able to started to move on of that feeling of sadness and feeling lost: I told to all The Gods and Goddesses closer to my heart, than I needed to be alone; and all of them left so I could have time for myself...

...All of them, except one: Loki.

He tried to atracted my attention, but I didn't feel the desire to talk to anyone; (including him) and he even sended me two animals, than at first; I thoughted than it was weird they appeared from nowhere, until I heared his voice moments later... And I got rid of both animals, the first flew away from me; and the second I sended to fly after I hitted the carpet where the little insect appeared and walk quickly. (I even accept a job for a short time, trying to find some peace to rethink things.)

He didn't seemed to understand, than the most he tried to talk me... The less interested and more angrier with him, I will be.

One night, he appeared to talked to me; but I didn't want to hear him: It was the first time in ten years, than I felt and act cold and distant towards him... And totally angry, too.

Loki: (Saying my name), please... Let me explain you!...

Me: I don't want to listen to you, Loki.

Loki: ...I have to tell you, why I did that...

Me: ...I don't really want to know, Loki! (Starting to walk away, to end the talk)

Loki: (In a sad tone) ...Please, forgive me!

Me: (Turning around to look at him) ...I'm not the one, to who you have to asked for forgiveness...

Me: (Looking straight to his eyes) ...She did things than I couldn't make yet, and my heart tells me; than she really loves you... Maybe even more, than I do!

Loki: I don't know why you are acting like that, (My name)...

Me: ...I'm acting like that, 'cause I hate to loses people I apreciate; and... (Sighing) ...I think you don't get it... (Loki, looking at me)

Me: Most humans, tends to love for a short time and leaved; only a few can love; as The Deities, loves: If one of the parts fell out of love, is better to tell that earlier so you don't hurt to the one you once loved.

Loki: (Looking like expecting the last words I said to him for two months)

Me: (Looking sadly at him) ...All of you, can always love and turns back time; anytime you need it, too: We humans?!... We doesn't have the luxury of time, by our side!... (Turning and walking away from him)

After the two months, I was ready to hear what he had to say; but... He spend weeks in silence, (which confirmed to me, than it wasn't something than I needed to hear; or... Than he had to talk to someone else) In some point, he was back again; and... Very slowly, things are getting back to how they were.

Marpessa, was a Greek Princess than had to choose; between the hero Idas, and Apollo/Apollon... Marpessa, chosed to Idas; telling to the God than if she had chooses him, she will eventually left her; when she grow old...

My relation's with The Trickster and with The One borne from The Sea's Foam, had longer than I was expecting; but... After what happened with one of The Trickster's most fervient followers and once spouse, I'm starting to fear and think: How long this may last?! (I'm look way younger than my real age, but... For how long?! What if, in five or ten years; Him, or Aphrodite [or, both] will leaves me; when I don't look that youthful, or... If I became so ill, than they decided to finished the emotional and/or romantic bond; than joined us, a long time ago?!) ...I think than all than have this kind of relations, has to take a moment to think than is truth than they are people than are so lucky; than even in illness and/or aging, the relation never change, and the same will last forever; but... That's not something than I heared very often: We must think to have at least one close friend, than understand and help us; in case the relation's with a Deity/Deities, ended; so we can find a way out of the pain than will surely follows, after that.

Now, I understand to Marpessa's Decission: Loving to a Deity or a Human, has its pro and cons; and we must choose with a cold head, 'wishing than our decision; will be something than will worth our time, than as Humans... Is not much!

Than our Relations with The Divine, lasts the time we needed for us, as Humans... So Be It!

[crowandtalbot]

I think the Edward Elric comparison is perfect. Because what really strikes me as foul is in the conversation where Aang says that he shouldn't kill the firelord and he's upset because he's never done that before, he's talking specifically to Kyoshi who "killed" Chin the Conqueror by creating the situation that ended in his death.

She explains that taking his life was necessary to secure peace, specifically in the language of: "I killed that man. I did not care if he saved himself or not when I split the ground under his feet. I had no interest in saving him when he did fall. I split the island off knowing full god damned well that Chin dying wasn't just possible as a consequence, but the most likely outcome and I did it anyway. I killed Chin." Kyoshi doesn't just fully acknowledge that using lethal force on people kills them. (I point to this mostly when people try to say that in a kid's show you assume no one dies unless explicitly told, because Kyoshi is talking about doing something reckless that applies lethal force in much the same way as the gaang this whole series.) She specifically says that intending to kill is not much different than being reckless in the application of lethal force. She is holding herself accountable for her own decisions and actions.

Aang is the one trying to shift that blame from her onto Chin, because he died "from his stubbornness". And he does the same for himself when, within in that context, he says that he's never killed before and to ask him to use lethal force is unethical. Of course asking him, a 12 year old ascetic monk, to kill is unethical, but children doing the things that even adults shouldn't have to is a huge theme in the series. Of course him finding a third way is a beautiful way of addressing that theme, and it's perfect. But the misstep is Aang suggesting: blowing all those soldiers off the side of a mountain and crushing others in the snow (using lethal force that can inly be interpreted as causing death) during the siege of one of the air temples wasn't his fault only because maybe he just wasn't thinking about whether it would kill them. All those people blown into solid stone walls with enough force to lift them off their feet, fly several 10's of feet across a room, and hold them against the wall wasn't him murdering these people maybe because his intention wasn't to kill them. That all the soldiers crushed by the strikes of the giant spirit koi fish at the north pole and sinking those ships full with sailors into polar freezing temperature water doesn't count as him killing them since, I guess he was in the avatar state and under influence of the ocean spirit? Sure maybe I could give him that, but if killing in a life or death situation is so abhorrent to cause this whole existential crisis, why was there not one peep of a doubt after the battle at the north pole? The implication felt very clear to me even back when the episode first aired that Aang doesn't believe himself to be responsible for his own actions just as long as he doesn't specifically intend to do something distasteful regardless of whether or not the distasteful thing happens and that's incredibly sloppy writing.

Literally just the revelation when Kyoshi explains her side of killing Chin that, "ah shit I guess that would be the only logical conclusion. I think I might have killed people" could have led to an additional level of discussion with the other avatars, for example when he decided he didn't like what Kyoshi said and he wanted someone to tell him what he wanted to hear (immediately afterward he speaks to an air nomad avatar expecting them to say that he didn't have to kill the firelord). We could have had the explicit discussion about Aang being a child and that being unfair and that all this stuff that is natural within a war environment runs counter to everything that is good and healthy; this would have been the place to spell out the underlying theme of "war scars civilization for generations by traumatizing the children through making the things that would traumatize grown adults so commonplace that those children don't even have a baseline anymore to understand that they are traumatized" (see Zuko and Azula's story arcs).

But no, instead we get a main character suggesting that it's fine if other people dirty their hands with causal murder, but he's too special boi to be responsible for his own application of lethal force. FMA has this same exact theme (see all the times the war veteran state alchemists who helped the state genocide Ishval express shock and disgust at ed and al working as "dogs of the state" and equally all the times they move heaven and Earth to try to protect them from even the tiniest details of war) and Ed and Al not only have the hinted extra levels of conversation over the course of the series, but they take responsibility for their own actions even when those actions have unintended consequences and even though they are also children who shouldn't have to be the people with all the answers acting the right way all the time. Ed even talks with Al about how special boi status is isn't an excuse to refuse what is necessary or pretend like intentions save you from the blame.

TLDR: I have a lot of very strong feelings about this scene, and FMA did the same thing but better.

I enjoy the fact that aang refuses to kill is more rooted in "im 12 and a monk" and less to do with "if i kill im just as bad"

[vitaefm]

tonight, KANG JIEUN of clan SALUBRI hunts for their next meal. the 11TH GENERATION + ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN year-old cainite, embraced when they were TWENTY-FOUR, will use their disciplines of AUSPEX and FORTITUDE to make quick work of their prey. JIEUN has pledged their loyalty to NONE, and in the wake of the prince’s announcement, they’ve chosen to HONOR the fragile peace he cemented so long ago.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊

   it was an act of benevolence, her sire tells her, it was a question of correcting a mistake, not only for jieun herself but for the world, because how could it dare to try to claim such a kind a soul so young? a spirit that was resilient in its gentle nature even through such a violence guided environment? how could it repay goodwill with death? she never understood what exactly her sire meant, not when jieun felt like she had nothing to offer the world to begin with, a young lady trying to survive in a country trying its best to protect the existence of its language, culture, its people, even more so when she was left alone in this world and then held onto the first and only hand that was offered to her; her sire called kindness what jieun only saw as there being enough misery around her and she simply didn't want to add any more to it.

   do you want to live? is the way immortality is offered to her and what other answer than yes would any person give when they're only twenty four years old and on their deathbed? or maybe it's because she was never good at denying anyone anything, even more so the one who took her under their wing when she had nothing— even more so when, even so close to death, she could also hear the plea painting the tone of her sire's words. in the end it wasn't much of an offer but more like a request to not leave them just yet so jieun doesn't.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖞

the compulsion of the salubri clan sometimes feels less like something that jieun got alongside her third eye and more like something she ended up carrying with herself to her new immortal life, the only actual difference is that it is a compulsion instead of something a little easier to ignore. it's hard to try to classify what exactly is a major issue that indeed requires her help and is worth her sacrifice and what isn't when everything seems like something that either wouldn't cost her much to help anyway so why shouldn't she? or something bit enough that she couldn't simply not help, so in the end she comes up with a tactic.

   it's very far away from a foolproof one because people's pains come from a variety of places ad more often than not their relief isn't found neither in simple solutions and it's always easier to fall into her compulsion instead of trying to find a way around it even if it's for her own good, but it works to mostly appease the urge that seems to sink their claws into her undead heart and won't let it go until she felt like she did everything that she could and more to help someone in trouble and keep it at a more manageable level; at least, it works in 8 out of 10 times, so she just sticks to it.

   she learned how to crochet first out of the perfect mix of curiosity and boredom after seeing the variety of things that could be done with such technique and it seemed like a good hobby, the satisfaction that filled her whenever she finished a new project, but then it stuck because she realized that it was important to always carry at least something — usually in the size of a keychain and in the shape of a variety of animals, bat being her favorite for a long time just because of the irony of it —. to give people to somehow try to get them out of the bubble of whatever is troubling them, either by cheering them up or by sheer surprise because the last thing that they were expecting in the moment was for someone to pop up a keychain sized bat amigurumi out of apparently nowhere and offer it to them. 

[casspurrjoybell-25]

The Healer of Shakkara - Book Two

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 7 - Traces - Part 2

"This is Rea's work, most certainly," Obi said, holding up a half-burnt stick, one end of which had been whittled to a peculiar spiral point.

"She makes carvings like this when she's on watch. Says it helps her stay awake and pass the time."

"This is almost more troubling than finding no trace at all," Triss remarked, taking the stick and examining it.

"Why?" Behn asked, puzzled by their unhappy expressions.

"Doesn't it mean we're on the right track?" Obi answered.

"Yes but Rea took pains to erase her trail thus far. This carelessness is out of character."

"Either she left this sign on purpose for some reason or something forced her to abandon her campsite unexpectedly," Triss explained, and shivered as the hairs on the back of her neck prickled.

Suddenly, the forest, so peaceful a moment before, now seemed full of unseen threats.

"We will proceed with caution," Obi said.

"No talking. Hand signs and whistles only. Guard standard."

Triss snuck a glance at Behn.

He looked alert but not frightened and gripped his walking staff determinedly, as if ready to face anything for his friends.

He was full of spirit and good heart.

She'd seen young recruits like him before... The Guard chewed them up and spit them out like a dog with a bone.

Triss shook her head and moved forward to take the lead.

As Triss and Obi moved ahead, Behn fell back to cover the rear.

It was just as well, he thought... he didn't know 'Guard standard' signals any more than he knew how to do magic, which is to say not at all.

He did his best to stay quiet and alert, nonetheless, eyes peeled for signs of movement among the vibrantly colored trees.

He didn't expect to be of any real use and never imagined that he might notice a sign that Triss or Obi missed... so, when something soft squished beneath his boot, he nearly ignored it and kept walking.

There was something unpleasantly familiar about the sensation, though... something he recalled from his earlier childhood, which had partly helped to form his dislike for his uncle's prized beasts.

Pausing, he crouched and carefully pealed back the thick layer of fallen leaves, beneath which were the unmistakable leavings of a horse.

Behn looked up but the others had not noticed he had stopped and continued along the path.

They were almost out of sight.

He knew the Guard used the calls of various birds to signal different things... one for 'halt' and for 'danger spotted' and so on but he didn't know which meant what.

He did not know the calls of many birds to begin with but figured he must do his best with what he had.

"Cah-caw," he called softly with his hands cupped around his mouth.

Obi paused and looked back at him with a quizzical expression and further ahead Triss rolled her eyes.

Doubling back, they crouched at his side to see what he had found.

"Horse dung," he whispered.

"About two days old."

Triss swore and began brushing more leaves off the path.

The thick red and gold carpet gave way to bare earth, revealing the marks of shod hooves.

"Shit. It looks like a whole squadron passed through here," she said.

"The Guard?" Obi asked.

Triss shook her head.

"No. The Guard don't mark their horse's shoes like this. These are imperial cavalry."

"What would imperial cavalry be doing out here?" Behn asked.

"No idea," Triss said.

"Probably headed to Lastiff for a change of horses or maybe to Dern or somewhere else in Thryn. Who knows but I bet this is what spooked Rea. Her fire looked about the same age as these tracks."

Obi straightened and stretched, releasing his breath in a sigh.

"Well, the good news is they're long gone. We can relax, I think. Good work, Behn."

Triss scowled and Behn resisted the very childish urge to stick out his tongue at her.

She was always the best at everything... surely, she could afford to give him one small win.

Triss didn't like the fact she'd missed such obvious and important signs, even if they'd been covered by fallen leaves.

She should have thought to look beneath the detritus covering the trail.

That's how a tracker had to think... to see events in sequence in time and to extrapolate from observations in the environment.

Obviously, in a forest full of fall leaves, it made sense that the leaves would fall and cover the traces of what had come before.

Her only consolation was that Obi hadn't thought of this either.

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

Thoughts on Charlie in Underworld!

OK OK OK THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS BECAUSE 500 LETTERS ON THE GOOGLE PLAY STORE ISN'T QUITE ENOUGH TO GIVE MY ENTIRE OPINION THIS IS GONNA BE VERY RAMBLY, SPOILERY AND PROBABLY PRETTY LONG SO I'M CONTINUING UNDER THE CUT

So first of all I gotta say that I played Underworld Office practically when it came out by finding it a little randomly. I absolutely fell in love with the game in pretty much all of it's aspects - be it the art, the characters or the story- , got obsessed with it for around a month, and then it went a little to the back. But what I can tell you is that I loved Charlie practically the second they were introduced because they're quite literally the kind of character I love the second they're shown to us so OBVIOUSLY when my friends told me that there was gonna be a sequel ABOUT CHARLIE I was hooked.

And now that the game came out, boy I was NOT disappointed.

First of all, the main cast is just as awesome as it was in Underworld Office. I love Eugene as much as I did in Underworld Office, maybe even more, I've always loved him, i'll always love him, he's my son (and one of highest kins but that's a story for another day). He's all grown up (which made me strangely proud of him) and yet still as much of a kind-hearted, self-sacrificing dumbass who just wants what's best for everyone as he was back in the first game, but you can see that he came such a long way from the nervous-wreck he still kinda was even at the end of underworld office and he has friends and I'm so proud of him and his chapter WRECKED ME like HOLY SHIT WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WRITERS THIS POOR GUY ALREADY SUFFERED ENOUGH. He deserves so much better and he's still such a lovable character to me partly because he's a really expressive character. Like a part that really hurt me was the moment where he has his fight with Charlie, on the illustration you can read his emotions so clearly I love him so much his anger at the end of chapter 6 is so justified and i empathize with him so much this guy can just do no wrong zoieieizozorhrjrike.

Hayden - who happened to be a character I was quite indifferent to in underworld office (i liked him and thought he was a good character but it didn't run deeper than that) - brought so much sympathy out of me I was NOT expecting that. He's genuinely such a cute character he's just a kid who's doing his best and it was heartbreaking to see his reactions to learning his parents were going to have a new baby like you can sense his anguish (OR maybe it's me being way too invested in fictional characters IDK) and holy crap I melted inside when he asked for his brother to be named Charlie and absolutely died inside when I had to let him become an evil spirit to get an ending and he's also on one of my favorite illustrations of the game so THAT'S A PLUS IG

Boss. I am SO GLAD that Boss FINALLY got more depth than he used to have. I get that the entire point of the character is that we don't know lots of stuff about him but it feels great to have at least just a bit more informations about his story. Boss is the embodiment of the expression the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He wanted to protect himself but at the same time didn't want anyone to get hurt because of that and ended up causing more pain in the end because he handled all the situations with all the member of the office in a shitty way because no bestie hiding the truth from everyone and drowning in your own guilt isn't the right way to protect people. I love him and I dislike him at the same time he's my poor little meow meow.

River. I really liked her in Underworld Office. I still really like her. We FINALLY know what her death was and my god the circumstances of her death are awful and I wish she could have found peace instead of sulking in her own anger and hate she deserved so much better and yes much better means GO APESHIT YOU DESERVE IT. She's just such a fun character and didn't deserve the stuff that was thrown at her in her life.

Joan is great. I love Joan. You don't love Joan? Tbh I can understand why, but really her being kind of a stuck-up grandma is the strength of her character I think. Her story is heartbreaking like she didn't mean to kill Bill and I understand why she covered up the stuff but that doesn't make it right and Bill's anger is so justified but his actions are really not and kzjejdkzlsmmdld BOTH WATCHING HER EXILING HERSELF WITH BILL OR BECOMING AN EVIL SPIRIT HURT LIKE SHIT HELP.

Sean I actually don't have a lot to say about him except that we don't deserve him. He's so sweet and, much like Eugene, just wants what's best for everyone and tries to do his best to make the underworld better for everyone and we really don't deserve him my sweet son ily 😭

And now for Charlie. Charlie my absolute beloved. Like I said at the beginning, Charlie was my favorite character practically the second we were introduced to them in Underworld Office. Before Charlie in Underworld came out, when trying to theorize why Charlie was the way they were in Underworld Office, my theory was that Charlie was someone who died surrounded by indifference, and seems I was both right and wrong. Charlie lived among people's indifference of their situation. Their father was awful I don't think I need to explain why and their mom was just trying to survive and only did what she could do in her situation and Charlie just felt like they were ignored, them and their suffering and when Mike came into the picture, I like to think that Charlie wanted to have Mike as a friend, but they just never learned how to have a healthy relationship, be it friendship or anything else and because of that they just kept on telling themselves that they were pathetic for dwelling on their situation because Mike's was supposedly worse and i'm sure they blamed themselves so much for what they did to Mike and what happened to him and their mother after what he did to them both before and after their death and just. Their story made me tear up each time it came they never meant to hurt anyone they were just scared and while it doesn't make any of the things they did right it explains so much. And after losing their memory. My god the SNARK. THE CYNICISM. THE SARCASM. THE ANGER AND YET THE GUILT. JUST EVERYTHING. Charlie just has such a strong personality and is also a really expressive character and I absolutely love them for it. Basically even without knowing shit about themselves, the kid they're supposed to protect or the people they're supposed to work with Charlie knows one thing, they were a fucking menace and they're sure gonna be staying like that. And yet even while being a menace who's also really bad at communicating their feelings, Charlie understands other's feelings way better than they would probably care to admit. Like they say towards the end of the game, they're a shitty person who's done shitty things but that doesn't change the fact that in the few days they spent with the underworld office's workers they've come a long way from who they were as a ghost terrorizing people in the subway just to feel seen and not just because they didn't remember anything because they clearly feel guilty when they're about to turn entirely dark after remembering their past they just went through so much and didn't deserve any of it they just wanted to be left alone and my god I already loved charlie before but now I'm just like KQKDJEISOKZKRKRJ. AND I BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE OF WHAT I WANTED TO SAY ABOUT CHARLIE BUT I JUST. CAN'T FIND THE WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW DEEPLY I FEEL ABOUT THEM. I JUST LOVE THEM SM.

NOW IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS I CAN MOVE ON.

I'm not gonna dwell too much on how much I love the art style of the game, or how I think the design are great, be it with the shapes, the colors, or the expressions of the characters who are always very expressive, which really makes it clear to guess what they're feeling even to a dumbass like me because I already made you read through my thoughts on the characters.

The story in itself is great. I don't really know what else to say. I love the idea of the workers deciding to unseal Charlie to keep Eugene safe. I LOVE EUGENE BEING AN ADULT I AM SO PROUD OF HIM. I am not exactly a fan of blackmail but y'know, I can understand why they would doubt Charlie. The fact that Charlie has amnesia is also a really great way to carry the scenario and to make them empathize with the other characters of the cast, be it by empathizing with them and validating their anger because they know what it feels like to feel alone, hurt or afraid and they know what it feels like to feel wronged or, like in Joan's case, by calling them out on their bullshit like others should have done to them. The fact that Boss has hidden the truth about how good and evil work to the others is great, and heartbreaking when you see the impact it has on both River and Eugene, who both trusted him, and i also think it's hilarious that Charlie ends up being the only level-headed person in the last chapter considering how they were in Underworld Office. Serves again to show how much they've grown during the game. SAME HERE I BARELY SCRATCHED THE SURFACE BECAUSE I JUST CAN'T FIND THE WORDS BUT THE SUBJECTS THE GAME BRINGS UP ARE REALLY WELL HANDLED I JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO WORD IT ANY OTHER WAY.

Speaking of which, I can now talk about the relationships

First of all I'd like to say I absolutely adore Eugene and Charlie as a duo. They're legit a great duo and as a trio with Hayden they're just as great. Just Eugene's level-headedness, kindness and naivety mixed in with Charlie's free-spirit, hot-headed and desechanted self makes them work together really well, especially since Charlie, due to their lack of tie to any of the members of the team and pretty much hating Boss on sight, isn't being lowkey manipulated by Boss because they're too naive. Plus who doesn't love two absolute dumbasses working together?

I also love Charlie's and River's dynamic. River is absolutely unhinged and Charlie is not having a good time because of that, especially since they didn't exactly take well the fact that River doubted them because they used to be dark. I like them because, due to them being fundamentally shadows like River says, they're way more similar than meets the eye and while what makes Eugene and Charlie work together is the fact that they're opposites, what makes River and Charlie works is that they're similar. Also I really like the fact that we're given the choice to be somewhat thoughtful of River in Collapse.

The last relationship I can think of is the one between Charlie and Sean. Because while it may be a really background one, it's just very symbolic and I like the conversation they have in the sixth chapter.

OH AND THE ENDINGS. I LOVE THEM ALL BUT LIKE,,, THE ONLY CHARLIE IN UNDERWORLD ENDING IS MY FAVORITE I JUST. I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH. LIKE YOU GO CHARLIE YOU GO EUGENE YOU GO MY CHILDREN YOU'RE DOING GREAT.

BUT ALSO THE SWAMP OF EVIL SPIRITS ENDING IS SO COOL I LOVE IT. I LOVE THE IDEA OF IT EVEN IF IT'S SO PAINFUL LIKE BASICALLY FROM WHAT I UNDERSTOOD EUGENE'S SPIRIT WAS DESTROYED LIKE WHY DO YOU SO THIS TO ME BUT ALSO.... I LOVE THE IDEA OF CHARLIE JUST HANGING AROUND BUT THE THOUGHT THAT CHARLIE IS JUST STUCK WITH GNAWING GUILT BUT THE MEMORY OF EUGENE JUST WON'T LET THEM TURN INTO A MONSTER IS HEART-WRENCHING LIKE CHARLIE I'M SO SORRY YOU DESERVE BETTER.

AND THE GOOD ENDING IS A GOOD ENDING SO OF COURSE I LIKE IT LIKE YOU GO CHILDREN KEEP BEING A BUNCH OF DUMBASSES BUT BE BETTER DUMBASSES THAN YOU COULD BE WITH BOSS AS YOUR BOSS.

I think I'm done here I can't think of anything else to say I absolutely adore this game if it wasn't obvious thanks for sending this to my inbox i really wanted to ramble about it

Tl;dr : i am in love with this game, its characters, its story and its relationships

[spectrolitha]

Thanks for asking!

I'm not sure which three characters you mean, so I'll talk about all of them in brief :D

❗It gets kinda dark❗

Also English is my second language, so I apologise for any mistakes... And messed up punctuation.

So, these two. Winnie (left) and Journey (right). My DnD OCs. They come from a setting where from time to time a powerful goddess of storm arises and wanders the world, changing it drastically. The Storm has already came during these guys childhoods, and now it apparently is starting again, and everyone is anxious, since this shouldn't happen so often.

Anyways, Winnie, my fairy boy, who got kicked out from his home plane, Arcadia, by the previous Storm and to this day hasn't found a way back. He was raised in several orphanages, where he wasn't very well liked, for his fae nature made him pretty free-spirited and emotional, which bewildered other folk, who grew up with "being emotional = being inconvenient = bad" mindset. Usual stuff. So Winnie found a somewhat acceptable way of expressing himself in music. He is a Creation college bard. For now Winnie is travelling with a group of adventurers in search for Storm deity, and maybe he'll ask her to bring him back home. Or maybe he'll figure that this group has become his home and Winnie has no point in leaving... Who knows ;)

Journey is my changeling, who lived in a forest. During the Storm Journey found a girl laying in ravine motionlessly and, out of sheer curiosity about humans, Journey assumed her form. That girl was an heiress to a noble family, so after the Storm ended, a search for her was announced. They've never found the original girl, but they found Journey in her form and assumed that she was actually the one they were searching for — just without some of her memories from some head injury which occurred during the Storm. So Journey grew up as an aristocrat with a very good education, taking special interest in alchemy and becoming an Artificer Alchemist. However, growing up Journey finally understood what had happened that day. She felt immense guilt about stealing the life that didn't belong to her, even if it was no fault of hers. One day she accidentally revealed herself to be a changeling to her adoptive parents and fled in shame... Which is really sad, because her parents really didn't mind. Of course they'll grieve the fate of their biological daughter, but through this years Journey has become their kid. And now Journey has run away :(

Guess this group of adventurers will have to figure themselves out quite a bit...

Next we have my Selkie menace from Changeling: the Dreaming. I'll refer to him by his fae name: Foka. It's actually a name of Greek origin meaning "seal", Slavic people have used it as well (actually, many names Slavic people use nowadays are of Greek origin :D)

Foka was growing up as a completely normal boy in the port city in the northern Russia, until his grandmother gave him her Selkie coat before passing away, thus forcing Foka to undergo Chrysalis as a Selkie. And Foka absolutely hates this. He doesn't want to do anything with the magical insanity changelings have to deal with, he doesn't want to save the world from Banality, he just wants to live in peace. At the same time, Foka knows that there is no going back for him. Something in his soul is now repelled by the idea of going back to his boring, banal life. Besides, what he has now is an inheritance from his grandmother of sorts. And Foka loves her. For now he is still struggling with his changeling life, but deep down he knows he'll come to accept it soon.

Foka was actually based on leopard seal, which I find a perfect mixture of cute and terrifying, so he is kinda a menace. Unseelie Grump in a young body, with little attachments to both his old and new life and yet with vague longing for both of them. He is willing to help fellow changelings when he can, but don't expect him to be nice about it. Don't expect him to be nice about anything, really.

And now, finally, my old picture with human-ish mien of my CtL OC. That neck is killing me... Anyways, this is Cut and he is an Gristlegrinder Ogre.

Despite Ogre's reputation about being tall, muscular and terrifying, Cut is actually pretty slim for an Ogre, because his Keeper (that creepy flesh blob) didn't give Cut enough food. Which led to Cut's unhealthy relationship with food. Cut also has a frailty "must drink alcohol instead of water". Alcohol doesn't make him drunk, he's immune to it, but it is expensive and reminds him of his family in awful ways... So that sucks too :/

Cut is getting through his problems, though. He is really appreciative of what he has already and works for his future to be even better. He is a proud member of Summer Court. He works in different places (currently at McDonald's 😭), saving money to go to the uni and get a bachelor degree in mechanical engineering. He has a small, but close friend group with other changelings. His fetch is in another country (Cut got out from Arcadia not in the place from where he left) and doesn't bother him. So yeah, Cut is getting his life together. My precious dude. Hardworking, slightly edgy (he's a CtL OC, that's kinda the point anyways) and a sort of goofy big brother for local newbie changelings.

So yeah, that's pretty much all the main things about these guys! Thanks again for asking :]

Fae-changeling dynamics in different ttrpgs (with my OCs as an example) :D

[yostresswritinggirl]

Readers: We want Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao content PLEASE

Exiled: Well yes but actually no

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Intermittent

Pairing -> Red/Green Xiao x Reader

Word Count -> 2088

Themes -> Okay, get this: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive scene (but not too bad). It's a trifecta.

Series -> #SojournerSpecials (masterlist)

Credit: @m370N4 for Header

Warnings -> Spoilers, violence, oh gawd there's so many violence

Your lover is going through a phase.

Perhaps you should have expected this much after the things that he's gone through, and the things that he is going through. The Archon War does not pick its victims. Saints and sinners, weak and strong, participants and bystanders; they all have one thing in common, they all can die any day now as the war rages on.

The thought of impending doom puts your heart into great unease as your arms tighten, lips softly pecking the red diamond on the Yaksha's forehead as he sighs in what you hope was relief.

The adepti are strong and aid in this war under the stead of Rex Lapis, but on the forefront of greater danger leads the Yakshas. The fateful battle between Osial and the Geo Archon ended not too long ago to put an end against the Lord's destructive ministrations, but Gods do not die, only slumber; his hatred in great intensities brought forth demonic plague that now haunts the blood bathed lands of Liyue. With his indispensable power and contractual obligation, Xiao became one of the five known Yakshas devoted to conquering those evil.

You were no beast in the battlefield but alongside Cloud Retainer and Ganyu you hold well in ensuring the well-being of mankind, but you only wish there was anything you can do to help the true warriors of the Harbour.

"How are you feeling?" You ran your hands through his chopped hair as his body leans against you, still tense. Xiao produces a strangled groan upon the question, a sound you still have yet to grow accustomed to.

It was a side effect even the glorified Archon did not expect. Yet it was too late to back down from the duties, to turn away from the chaos.

"Still standing, nothing I cannot handle," leaning away from your hold, his honey eyes then sets upon yours in gentle reassurance. Exposed fingers softly brushing against your cheekbone reminiscent of a flutter, so light it sends your heart into a faster pace. "And on your end? I have heard of the mortals establishing a new type of governance, how is it faring?"

Xiao hooks his fingers under your chin in full attention, and the pairing with his tantalizing smile sent your mind melting. "It's going-," your cleared your throat of the strangled pitch you produced and tried again, "Going great! Ganyu made it her duty to oversee it as the secretary."

"That is a fine arrangement." He hums inquisitively but you both know his attention was on somewhere else, what with the way his sharp orbs kept flickering to gaze on your lips. And with how his face was slowly, surely drawing near.

"Indeed, indeed." Breathed you as you closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips for a longing kiss, his other hand rests on your lower back to guide you to his lap—

When the shutter doors slammed open, the interruption causing you to yelp as Xiao embarrassingly hides your head to his exposed chest. That did NOT lessen the warmth of your cheeks.

"Conqueror of Demons! I- I'm sorry to interrupt-"

"Pervases, go on."

"The Yaksha of flames-" A rumbling roar of a scream had all three of you shoot your heads up in alert. And within seconds you had scrambled to your feet, rushing out of the shrine to investigate the commotion. The atmosphere had you choking from the scent of arson, black smoke erupting from the burning grass and natural flora around the area.

But in the middle of the ruins had you almost dispelling the contents of your stomach, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the the sight. Besides you Xiao dashes past in a vain attempt to quell the flames— the lick of fire that burned the Pyro Yaksha whole, who screams in both agony and anguish over the deep unknown, skin and clothes turning black and charred.

Xiao's swings barely made a dent to the wall of fire that prevents anyone from coming close to the Yaksha. "Please, leave me alone! Let me go! Stop it!" There was an illusionary sense to her words as she screams at the empty void in front and within her, piercing and aching. You called for her name, shouted, in hopes that she may snap out of it.

Dried up tears came upon her ruby gaze as it flickers over to yours. She heard you. Her lips quivered into those of familiarity and she opens her mouth- only to scream her loudest, one last painful cry, as her body drops as a smoking corpse.

Charred and pure black. Twitching and steaming, but not alive.

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt the comfort of Xiao's hand wiping at your cheek, his red fingerless gloves catching the dampness as you released your sobs.

You didn't notice the gradual decrease of red in his clothing until you looked at him one day without feeling a pang on your chest. When you looked at him with only curiousity upon him calling your name, he offered a smile as he cups your cheek; it didn't feel like the same traumatic time when the Yaksha died, your cheek leaning on his cerulean palm.

It wasn't red. Maybe that's what drove away your thoughts.

"It looks good on you," you mumbled as you watched his now black and green hair sway from the breeze.

"Thank you."

The clouds of Jueyun Karst brings peace to all that gazes on it. That may be the reason why it was Menogias' favorite place to sit by upon finishing her duties for the day, and at times she invites you over when you are done with your own; 'your presence soothes me, it's unfair that Xiao gets to keep you to himself, even if he is your lover!' you giggle at the verbatim the Hydro Yaksha always spouts everytime she drags you away from the other, with a cute yet teasing pout on her pristine face.

Those moments always has you laughing guiltily as you wave to Xiao, who only dons a gentle smile at you two's dynamic.

But she was beautiful and elegant despite her slaughtering hands, with a mind vivid and witty.

And so you find peace next to her, as both of your hands weave cloth into apparels to calm your minds. She had always been an avid fan of stitching and knitting even her own clothes, the only reason you knew how to weave the needle was because of her incessant teachings. Right now she knits a sleeve of beautiful patterns while you took on the duty to make a wooly scarf. Jueyun Karst is cold.

"How are you faring, dear? I have heard you and Xiao-" your hands paused at the implications, "-were witness to the passing of the Yaksha Indarias. Changes are glaring among that of the Conqueror of Demons, but you are a special case who is not under the influence of the karmic binds."

Her cold blue gaze seem to pierce your soul unintentionally and you couldn't bring yourself to look upon them.

You gulped and ceased on finishing the blanket to look at her own work. It was pretty. Tiring and fearful, not just for yourself, but for her too. And especially Xiao.

She holds you close in a soft embrace as you poured your honest confessions; it felt unfair for them to suffer like this, driven to self-destruction or to eternal agony. Menogias strokes your hair affectionately as she reassures your worries.

After all, they knew their oath would come to this.

And they still honored their duties to protect Liyue, for both the mortals and the realm of the Adepti.

"H-How about you?" You sniffled, looking up at her now gentle gaze. "Have you been feeling well? I don't want you to be destroyed by your own mind too."

The Yaksha's gracious smile parts after a pause to finally reply, when a glint from the side suddenly interrupted your peace-

azure pupils dilated upon recognition;

your body flies back upon her powerful push;

blood spurs from her right thigh as a jagged pillar of rock pierces through;

your back and hitting the cliff's compact ground as your vision swims.

No, no, no, no, you recognize that glow even if it was similar to another. Your body whimpers as you struggle to get up, rolling to your side to see the inevitable— the floating silhouette of the Geo Yaksha raises his arm where an orb glows over it, a single eye glows from his shadow...

The last you saw was the flash of neons and black before the world was engulfed by a blinding light.

The next thing you know you were desperately trying not to puke as you cradled the mawled and still bleeding corpse of Menogias, weakly patting her cheeks as your desperate attempts to wake her- to convince yourself that she was still alive. That the spears of stones impaled through numerous part of her body was nonexistent.

Behind you Xiao flicks his head to the side as his mask disperses. His jade spear dripping with blood as her gentle eyes hardened as it squeezes out the tears.

"(Y/N)," your wails turned into whimpers and hiccups, loose arms wrapping around your waist as Xiao pulls you away from the bloody mess. You didn't have the spirit to protest, your eyes still trained on the deceased Yaksha's face as you wept in your lover's arms.

A familiar censer that wasn't there before hangs by his waist.

And when the pain didn't make you weep anymore, a beautifully woven sleeve of blue and clouds adorn his left arm. Those who live after a millenia would not be aware of a reminiscent and deep scar hidden beneath it.

"I was not aware you were out of your domain," the moment he landed, a firm hand grasps your waist to keep you steady on the balcony's railings. Where you're currently perched on, precariously.

You were still unused to the purple cloth that flows behind him. But it matches the wind that comes with him, and the beautiful clashes of colors that makes up who he is now. He was not reminiscent of the red gentleness that he was 2000 years ago, but a teal shadow that lingers at the edges of your vision as a blur.

"I wanted to thank you for purging the malignant monsters that haunted my domain by the cavern," your gaze falls away from the moon as you swing your legs up and over, turning to face the Inn and him yet still remaining seated on the railing.

His eyes were hostile, not at all indicative of the lightness it had long ago. Chest covered in white, and the many memorabilias that dangle with him. Xiao's hands rests on the railing by your side as your fingertip traces the Vajra hanging by his neck, chunky to pointy; Pervases, the name leaves your lips in a whisper.

A guttural growl leaves him in intensity that had you reeling yet still worried for him. Behind his lidded eyes were pure hurt from the fear you conveyed, but he shook his head at all the thoughts that invades. Xiao lets loose a tired yet mocking laugh, "I just remembered something unpleasant."

Before he can turn back to gaze at your ethereal form, you've thrown your arms around his head to pull him against your chest. Your grip and uneven heartbeat alerted him of your will to not cry at his misfortune; such sympathy is wasted on him, yet he wraps his arms around you close in a gentleness that once again reflects his deepest trait.

"...your blessings, not your flaws."

At the sound of your familiar lyrics, as if with a mind of its own, the tension on his shoulders drop immediately into your warmth.

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound;

There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown;

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head;

Put all your faults to bed."

Urged the strokes of your hand on his head, the voices quiet into almost nothingness. The Conqueror of Demons smiles again.

"You can be king again."

To the realm of the Adepti and those who knows even the slightest of him, it was nothing to debate about when it is claimed that you were the real reason that the golden-winged king, the Conqueror of Demons— that Xiao still exists today.

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