#or how he exists the darkness (aka the blue) and comes back to the light (aka the yellow) but he does so

[bellamyblake]

[factsilike]

Quotes in the No. 6 novels that had me reeling from their sheer level of intensity and yearning (aka my favourite lines)-

"This is where my heart is. I was human when my heart was stolen by him, and I was human when I longed to be by his side. And this fact won't change, no matter what name I give to these feelings."

      "Why won’t you come home? Why aren’t you beside me? I just want to look into your eyes and see that I am me, that I can continue to be who I am. They are my only anchor."

"I’ll be waiting. No matter how many years pass, no matter how old I get, I’ll be waiting here for you. The wandering star and the fixed one. Someday our paths will cross again. When that happens, I’m not going to sit quietly and let you go. I’ll be waiting for you."

"It’s not friendship, not merely a deep affection even—nor is it simply romantic attraction or respect or caring. It is a deep and powerful love for someone dear to him."

“You called me, and I listened. I reached out, and you caught my arm. I opened the window so I could meet you."

"No one is greedier than I am. I’m sure no one desires another as strongly as I do."

"It's been four years, and I still have neither skill nor the heart to push this body aside."

"I'm drawn to you. A lot. That's why I want to stay here. I want to see what you see, eat what you eat, and breathe the same air as you."

"Have you noticed? No matter how dark or blindingly bright it is, I'm never led astray―my eyes always find yours."

"If I lost you here, right now, I wouldn't be able to stay sane. I would go mad. The world would turn upside-down."

"I'm probably more afraid to lose you than anyone―anybody else. I'm so scared, it's unbearable. I want to make sure you'll never disappear from my side. I don't care if you ridicule me, or sneer at me―these are my real feelings." It was none other than a straightforward and simple confession of love. I can't live without another―without you.

The emotionless voice became a frigid wind that wrapped around Shion's body. With his sense of pain, his fear, and his pride whipped away, for an instant, Shion was empty. Like a cicada shedding its skin, he became a hollow cavern that left only its outward appearance intact. He sometimes had this sensation when listening to Nezumi's voice. He didn't mind it much. In fact, it even felt refreshing. Exhilarating, even, to become empty.

I'll never leave you. I'll sink my teeth in, and latch on no matter where you go. He would never lose sight of that back turned to him. He would crawl across the ground to follow him if he had to. That was the only thing in his mind.

Invited along by Nezumi's voice, Shion had smiled, and seen the sky. It was that deepest hue of blue he had seen, lying in the grassy field. The colour of the heavens was spreading across the darkness. True, this world was ridden with brutality and falseness. Indeed, it was rife with it. But that wasn't the only thing that existed. Because, look―in this world, and in people's souls, there definitely existed beautiful things like the blue of the lofty skies. Nezumi's voice became a bubbling spring that quenched Shion's body and filled him to the brim. It was a strange voice. It melted the soul, and regenerated people to life.

He felt like he was being wrapped in an elegant grey cloth. The core of his body pulsated. All the thoughts that had been swirling around in his head came to a full stop. A moment of pleasure. It was strange. Just the kind of light in Nezumi's eyes was enough to make him feel like he was being pushed away or being embraced.

Curiosity. No, it wasn't such a casual feeling; it was a deep-rooted desire. It roved in circles deep inside his chest. It was intrigue towards a world his imagination could not render. Interest in the unknown. And more than anything... it was the expectation that he could acquire some piece of knowledge that had to do with Nezumi. His soul was stirring restlessly. It stirred from wanting to know, and not for anyone else but himself.

Nezumi was almost like a deep forest. No matter how far he waded in, he could never gaze out over its entirety. Here, clumps of flowers bloomed; here, a bowed branch bore fruits. Here, a spring gushed forth, and he could hear the gentle sound of its flow. He had definitely seen these various scenes, but they were mere parts of the deep, vast forest. Perhaps he would emerge from the dense trees to be faced with a sheer cliff. Perhaps there lurked man-eating beasts. Perhaps a scene totally unknown to him would stretch before his eyes. He didn't know. No matter how far he waded in, Nezumi never revealed his entirety to him. The further he waded in, the more unfathomable it got. I've wandered and gotten lost in an endless forest. I'm drifting, a tangle of throbbing pain and dreamy ecstasy.

" I've gone against what you've told me. I've sighed many times for another. I believed him, and opened my heart to him. I placed the shackles around my own feet. But I couldn't have done otherwise. I couldn't cut him away."

"I came to know what it was like for my heart to feel moved for someone, to yearn strongly for someone. I can't go back to when I didn't know. I don't want to go back. I would never want to go back to when I lived peacefully, knowing nothing."

"And above all, I have to tell you about Nezumi. I want you to know about him. Four years ago on a stormy night, I met him. Ever since then, I feel like I've been captured by him. When I'm with him, I lose sight of myself. No, that's not it. I'm illuminated vividly. Maybe I'm blinded for an instant because that light is so bright. That's how much my vision had deteriorated. It was so weak, I couldn't even discern myself, my surroundings, or the truth. Safu, his―Nezumi's gaze and words pierce me. They shoot through me, batter me, and save me. By his hands, I was melted, wrought anew, and instilled with new life."

"There's no way you can't hear me. There's no way my voice won't reach you. No matter when or what situation, you always caught my words firmly, You heard me through the noise, you grasped my words, and you answered me. You came back to me. This time, I'm going to bring you back. I'll take you back by force."

"The wind was howling. The flame was flickering. And I desperately wanted to hear you recite that line. I don't know why. Maybe I just wanted to lend my ears to your voice, and immerse myself in your breathing. As I listened to Macbeth tread the path to destruction, I felt elevated; I was fulfilled."

"You called to me. I heard that voice―your voice―calling me. It ducked through the wind, tore through the rain, and came to me. You called me, and I was called by you. That's why I opened the window. I flung it open wide to the outdoors. I extended my arms in search of you. You called me, and I listened. I reached out, and you caught my arm. I opened the window so I could meet you. That's our truth, Nezumi."

"Going to Hell doesn't seem so bad when it's with you."

"The fight would still continue tomorrow. But if I lost Nezumi, if I had to face a tomorrow without him, then I wouldn't be able to remain a soldier. You're weak. Unbelievably frail, he could hear Nezumi say in derision. Laugh at me, Nezumi. Look on me with contempt. Make fun of me. Give me a scornful laugh, a cold laugh. I just want to hear your laughter. Let me hear it, please."

"To me, you were more of a miracle than the Forest God ever was. I felt like I was being told to live―to live on, not give up.... If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have been able to survive that night. Shion, you―only you―were the one who saved me. This time, too."

"The world means nothing to me without you. Nothing."

"He's more dangerous, troublesome, strong, and beautiful than anyone else in the world."

Nezumi's gazed pierced through him. Those grey eyes gave Shion the impression that they knew everything. He wondered why every time he was held by this gaze, he felt a shiver of bliss rather than pain.

"I'm alive and waiting for you. Even in those hellish surroundings, I was drawn to your eyes, your words, your gestures, your thoughts―and they supported me. Thanks to them, I was able to survive. And right now, I'm still alive."

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

MERMAY: Twisted Wonderland Mermaid!AU Skit

Okay, here’s the other skit for my other version of the Mermaid!AU~!

Compared to the Marine Biologist!AU, this version has Yuu getting stranded on an island while on a scuba diving trip, and their goal is not only to find a way to get home, but also to discover the secrets of the island and uncover the history behind what caused the mermaids and the avians (aka like Rook since he’s a seagull) to be separated and turned into mere mythology.

What you’re about to read was more or less a writing exercise I wrote and edited for a possible part when Yuu first wakes up. I don't think I'm going to use this as part of the prologue, but it’s still a possibility if anyone else wanted to imagine this situation once I get it started!

Reminder: there is a language barrier between the humans and mermaids/avians, meaning that things we know the names of would be things they don’t know. Just like in the Little Mermaid! 0v0

Enjoy~!

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Drip…drip…drip……

A quiet groan escaped as Yuu slowly opened their eyes, grunting and gasping as they slowly picked themselves up. Their body was battered and sore, their lungs burning as cold, damp air chilled their skin. Struggling to gather their thoughts, slowly but surely the memories of what happened came flooding back. What the hell was that…that…thing they saw?! What could possibly exist in the world that could destroy an entire ship in one swipe?! How—

How…did they survive?

“Where…am I?” Yuu uttered, looking at their surroundings. It became clear that they were inside a cave, a large pool of water nearby illuminated with a bright blue-green light that made ripples across the ceiling. The stone walls were also covered with glowing blue lights, slowly fading in and out like glittering stars. Were these glow worms? Wait…no, those hung from the ceiling. Some type of crystal?

On trying to stand to get a closer look at the wall, however, they collapsed the moment they tried to put any weight on their leg. In the dim lighting, they could see that their leg was wrapped tightly in seaweed. Peeling it away, they discovered a strange paste covering a large gash in the wet suit’s leg and an injury that looked mostly healed. Where had it come from? Who wrapped their leg up in seaweed and tended to their injuries?

“What’s…going on?” they uttered, noticing the array of random junk and items nearby. It looked like random stuff that had come from ships, some old, broken, and tattered while others were sealed in water-tight containers. Digging around one of the containers, Yuu found several survival kits inside and a survival guidebook in a waterproof bag and immediately pulled out the thermal blanket to wrap around their cold body. Sighing as their body began to warm up, they looked around once again and wondered, “How did I even get here?”

Bloop!

Yuu’s eyes landed on the pool of water nearby, staring at the rippling surface.

Bloop!

Their heart skipped a beat as they scuttled away from the edge, clutching the blanket around them tightly as they stared. Even from this angle they spotted two shadowy shapes appearing, both slowly growing larger and larger. ‘What is that?!’ they thought, heart hammering in their chest. Then—right before their eyes—a head emerged from the water.

A humanoid head with fins on its head.

Bright green eyes stared at them, the creature’s skin a mix of soft and dark blue with a black spade mark on its face partly hidden by the dark blue hair on its head. Its jaw dropped open as the fish it had been carrying fell, floating in the water. Seconds later, a second head emerged from the water with a head of bright red hair and a red heart-shaped mark on the opposite side of its face. This one looked annoyed as it chittered and squeaked something at its friend…before it too stopped and stared at Yuu.

“……I…I’m dreaming,” Yuu whispered. “I’m delirious and imagining fish-people in the water. There’s no way this is real…”

Then—in what looked like whispering—the creatures began quietly clicking and chittering at one another.

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“…dude…it’s awake…”

“I know…”

“Why is it awake?!”

“I thought it was going to still be unconscious by the time we left the fish for it!”

“Dude, I told you to leave that thing alone! What if it’s dangerous?!”

“If it were dangerous, it would have already attacked us, Ace!”

The cavern echoed their words back at them, both of them glancing back and forth between each other and the strange two-legged creature.

“This is not good,” Ace uttered, gripping his head nervously. “Seriously, what are we going to do? How are we going to explain this to the others?! What even is it in the first place??”

“I don’t know!” Deuce snapped. “Maybe…they’re a deformed seal? Or an avian who lost their wings?”

“Then how do you explain the flippers on its legs instead of talons?” Ace pointed out. He did a double-take and asked, “And did it just grow a new set of silver scales? That’s so weird!”

“Weird or not, it still needed our help, Ace!” Deuce said with a frown. “They only appeared right after the Island Guardian reacted to that small metal whale, right? So maybe…it’s a new species that came from another island seeking help?”

Ace groaned as he shook his head. “We’re going to be in so much trouble once Riddle finds out about this…”

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go out beyond the void after getting him angry in the first place.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Eem treemin,” the creature mumbled, shaking their head before smacking their palms against the sides of their head. “Eem treemin, eem treemin…!”

“Is…is it okay?” Deuce asked, cautiously swimming forward to try and check on them.

Spotting movement nearby, Ace noticed a brightly colored form slithering across the cavern floor as it crawled across the silver skin around the creature’s body. It seemed to notice its new visitor too and—with wide eyes—it jumped up with a shriek.

“AAAAA!!”

“AAAAA!!!”

“AAAAAAA!!!”

[viceroywrites]

reunions and opportunities - chapter six

gary x fem!reader

both of you didn't get the ideal high school experience it would make sense that you both would be dreading the reunion.

little did you know how many doors would open after that.

ao3 version here - chapters on tumblr are slightly rewritten and restructured.

content warning: fic contains smut in later chapters. discussions of mental health including trauma and potential ptsd (aka gary is traumatized).

chapter six

The tension in the room was palpable and seconds seemed like hours.

‘Say something, Gary. Say anything.’

The burly henchman says over and over to himself as he returns your gaze, seeing your [color] orbs swimming with a mixture of emotions - confusion, hurt, guilt.

Yet nothing came out, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. No words felt right in this moment where it felt like he was caught red-handed. 

Lucky for him, you covered his tracks, somehow having his back despite the shock still settling into your system as your hand - one that Gary had held tightly just this morning - extended out in a cordial manner. 

“Nice to meet you, 21. Hopefully we’ll be working together closely soon.” Your lips spread into a thin smile as you put on an act that you hoped that Gary would play along with just for now.

Gary’s eyebrows raised in surprise and he stammered out a reply, “L-Likewise… uhm…” He stopped himself from saying your name that was on the tip of his tongue, realizing that Sheila had not yet announced it. His gaze shifted reluctantly from you to the dark haired councilwoman who quickly realized her lack of introduction.

“Oh sorry, 21! This is [Your Name]...” She replied though her blue eyes narrowed at how tense your body had become after meeting Gary and how your light hearted mood shifted despite your best efforts to try and mask it. 

However, her husband was not as perceptive of the mood change, chowing down on his meal as he gestured to the chair next to you, “Come on, 21! Eat up, I know you’re starving from all the work on the vestibule you did with Manolo!” The Monarch gave a coy wink to Gary, referencing the real work his henchman was actually doing this evening. 

“R-Right…” Gary slid next to you, his fingers itching to hold your hand or give your thigh a squeeze as a gesture of comfort, despite feeling confused and somewhat betrayed himself. A myriad of questions rang through his head as he made his plate of food. Thankfully, the Monarch continued his detailed story of his arching, his nasally tone becoming background noise.

‘How long has she been working for the Guild?’

‘Did she know who I was when we met at the reunion?’

‘What are the odds that she starts working with my boss’ wife?’

Next to him, you’re having a similar dialogue in your mind as you pick at the noodles on your plate, your voracious appetite disappearing.

‘Did he know I worked for the Guild?’

‘He had to have known if he knows who Wide Wale is.’

‘Why didn’t he say something sooner?’

Your train of thought is interrupted when the Monarch calls out your name, looking up from your plate to see him staring you down with a grin, “So my wife tells me you used to work for Wide Wale before you got reassigned under her… how’d you land that gig? Sounds like a snoozefest, all these New York villains are all bark, no bite.”

Sheila rolled her eyes at her husband’s commentary but gave a knowing smile behind it, “Not everyone hates their arch-nemesis as passionately as you do, honey.” Her gaze flickered to you, “Well, [Your Name]’s introduction to the Guild is pretty similar to mine.”

Both Malcolm and Gary made a face, knowing exactly how Sheila started her journey of villainy. “Oh please don’t tell me that slimy asshole got his non-existent claws on you too!” The red-haired villain groaned and Gary shuddered, his fists clenching underneath the table at the image.

You quickly shook your head, chuckling nervously, “No, not at all!” Your eyes quickly glanced over at Gary, wincing as you were about to hit him with another hard to swallow pill, “I just graduated college and was having a hard time finding work. I was dating one of Wide Wale’s bodyguards at the time and he put in a good word for me - next thing, I know I’m a personal assistant for Wide Wale and a bodyguard for his daughter, Sirena.” 

Gary finally spoke, staring at you incredulously, “You seriously dated a dude who dressed up as a freaking whale lice as his uniform?” 

You blinked up at Gary, your eyes narrowing up at him and before logic could hit the brakes, your mouth went into autopilot as you responded, “Well, apparently, I’m dating a guy who dresses like a butterfly as his uniform so I guess I have a type.”

Silence engulfed the kitchen after your bold statement, Gary’s jaw dropping as you openly admitted in front of your boss and his that you two knew each other and on top of that, were dating.

The Monarch and Dr. Mrs. the Monarch exchanged bewildered glances and the Monarch chimed in, “Wait, I thought you were seeing that girl from your high school reunion?”

Gary let out a sigh as your hands covered your face in embarrassment, “Yeah… [Your Name] is that girl and we both just found out too, thank you very much.” The tension in his voice is now clear, wishing he could sink into the ground and disappear.

He thought nothing would top the embarrassment he felt after drunkenly making out with Dr. Mrs the Monarch on top of a passed out Monarch.

He was wrong. 

Thankfully, the former source of his embarrassment came to the rescue as Sheila cleared her throat, “Alright, it’s been a confusing fucking night for all of us and it’s getting late. It seems like you two need to… talk things out.” 

Her gaze sympathetic towards you and Gary’s flustered expressions, “Take her home, Gary. Get some rest. We’ll see you in the morning.” 

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The Police played quietly in the background as you stared out the window, taking in the familiar sight of the cityscape.

Awkward silence hung in the air between you and Gary and out of fear of letting your emotions get the better of you, you did not want to break it.

“So when were you going to tell me?” Gary’s voice cut through the silence, his gaze shifting to you as he stopped in front of the red light.

You bit your lip, not knowing the answer to his question and he let out a sigh, “Were you going to tell me at all?”

Your fingers anxiously played with the hem of your shirt as you finally answered his second query, “Of course, I was… but I didn’t want to scare you away. I mean how do you break it to your new boyfriend that you work for a worldwide villain organization?”

Gary remarked dryly, “I guess the Guild didn’t think that any of their henchmen were going to live past the first year of working let alone be able to have a stable relationship outside of henching.”

Your lips spread into a genuine smile at his comment, shaking your head, “I do have the same question for you… were you going to tell me?”

The henchman’s large hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he began driving once the light turned green, “Honestly, I told myself last night that I had to tell you soon or else I was going to lose you.” He let out a shaky breath after his confession, “This is such a stupid fucking question…. but am I going to lose you?”

Your eyes widened at his question and you finally looked over at the strong henchman who seemed like he was trembling, clutching the steering wheel for dear life. You placed a soothing hand on his forearm and while he had to keep his eyes focused on the road, he could feel your warm gaze. 

“Gary, do you really think after I dated and I quote “a dude who dressed up as a freaking whale lice as his uniform”, I would reject you? Sure, I’m shocked and a bit hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner…” You sighed, squeezing his forearm gently, “But we’re in the same boat. I can finally have someone to vent about the fucking Council of 13 and how stupid the Guild can be.” You joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

Gary let out a sigh of relief, finally pulling up to your apartment. He turned towards you, hastily cupping your cheeks into his warm, clammy hands and responded with a warm, practically desperate kiss. Your eyes widened in surprise but they fluttered shut, pressing your lips firmly back, savoring the sensation before you both pulled away for air. 

“What are the fucking odds?” He chuckled and your laughter joined with his, your hands resting atop of his. “Slim to none but hey, you got yourself a hot villainess girlfriend.” You tease.

“Oh sweet! I swear, 16 year old me would be creaming his pants right now if he heard that.” Gary joked which you playfully rolled your eyes at. You pressed another sweet kiss on his lips which Gary swore was becoming addictive to shut him up before staring into his eyes with a sudden seriousness.

“After today, no more secrets. So if there’s anything else - you have some weird mutation that turns you into a butterfly every blue moon or you’re an undercover OSI agent  - you have to tell me now, Gary.” You say with sincerity.

Gary’s skin suddenly turned cold, as the main thought that kept replaying in his head at the dinner table circled back to him:

‘What if she finds out about the Blue Morpho?’

Despite every fiber of his being screaming at him to tell the truth, this wasn’t just his secret he was keeping - it was the Monarch’s and with you working so closely with Dr. Mrs, there was no way he could spill this secret.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Gary said with finality, “No more secrets, I promise.” 

[spidermanifested]

returning to the concept of greed playlists: im actually really proud of the one ive been working on. its not "done" yet, in the sense that i like to make my character playlists go in chronological order and theres still comparatively few songs representing the latter half of his arc, but what ive got so far is very solid in my humble imho. so. heres a big post with all the songs ive got in it so far, particularly relevant lyric excerpts, and explanations for how they fit into my Grand Vision

act i: greed the avaricious

softy by kiltro

there's a boy who stalks these halls, he never leaves and when he talks, he talks a lot always by mistake there's a man who runs the show you never see and where he walks, all our breathing stops, how he quiets things

i figured this was a good one to start off the playlist, it sets up the quiet unease of greeds existence. also starting with a song called "softy" on a playlist about the Ultimate Shield and building everything else on top of that is a move of genius i think

shadow's keeper by black rebel motorcycle club

what is the purpose if you feel so incomplete? what is the reason if it beats you to your knees? what do you keep? your eyes were wide but there's a world that keeps you blind a painted serpent turning water into wine seeking light

hes starting to acknowledge how unfulfilled he feels, and the shadow/light motifs are an extra treat considering he uses the metaphor himself. ive done my best to continue that theme throughout the playlist. especially fun if you take the "painted serpent turning water into wine" as the "world that keeps (him) blind" AND the thing "seeking light", aka father, and combine that with the later verse:

you're begging for the truth but now you've seen too much you're living in your head but never feel their touch and everything was buried by the deep blue sky help me to breathe 'cause I don't wanna see the light just tell me to breathe 'cause I don't wanna be denied

he doesnt want whatever grand plans father has in store, he wants a family that cares about him. truth mentioned also, as well, give it up for the truth

willard! by will wood

i've never understood what humans do and want it's quite confusing to me to try to connect never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect

replace "humans" with homunculi and you have a whole song about how his chimeras are the only ones who really get him. "being haunted by (his) stupid urge to protect" is also such a greed line

hast thou considered the tetrapod by the mountain goats

and alone in my room i am the last of a lost civilization and i vanish into the dark and rise above my station

he, father and the other homunculi quite literally are the last of a lost civilization. also

held under these smothering waves by your strong and thick-veined hand but one of these days i'm gonna wriggle up on dry land

^these lines make me cry on their own already and when i place them in greedcontext it has an effect

what's a devil to do? by harley poe

oh, when the saints go marching in i won't be there, 'cause I love my sin am i so bad that you hate me? there was a time when i could see my hopes and dreams, they are no more i'm not a rich man, but blessed are the poor oh man, forgive me, i turned away i won't come back, so i'll have to pay

i dont think i have to expound on how this relates to greed very much do i. entire song about your inherently sinful nature making you unfit for your home

act ii: taking on the world

could have been me by the struts

don't wanna live as an untold story rather go out in a blaze of glory i can't hear you, i don't fear you i'll live now 'cause the bad die last dodging bullets with your broken past i can't hear you, i don't fear you now

the tiger! he destroyed his cage! the tiger is out!!!!

i by kendrick lamar

and i love myself (the world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs) i love myself (but it can do what it want whenever it want, i don't mind) i love myself

hes seen how much pain society has in it at this point, but he still has no regrets about leaving home. for the first time in his life hes starting to fill the void in his soul

i want it all by queen

i'm a man with a one track mind so much to do in one lifetime (people do you hear me) not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies so i'm living it all, yes i'm living it all and i'm giving it all, and i'm giving it all

the first of several songs about Wanting Everything because you have to have songs about wanting everything in a greed playlist. but thats not the only reason this one fits, youve got the "not wanting to live a lie" part, as well as talking about giving instead of just taking

raise hell by dorothy

young blood, run like a river young blood, never get chained young blood, heaven need a sinner you can't raise hell with a saint young blood, came to start a riot don't care what your old man say young blood, heaven hate a sinner but we gonna raise hell anyway

hes way past young at this point but theres always room for a Fuck You Dad song

emperor's new clothes by panic! at the disco

welcome to the end of eras ice has melted back to life done my time and served my sentence dress me up and watch me die if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine

this is maybe The classic greed song. everybody knows its about him. the only difference in opinion with the masses i really have is that even though emperor is in the title it really fits more as a pre-nest wild party era greed song than a greedling era song because at no point during the winter road trip does he get to engage in the songs brand of lavish hedonism. hes too busy being depressed

also its fun that it has the word decapitated in it. when, you know

the man by the killers

i know the score like the back of my hand them other boys, i don't give a damn they kiss on the ring, i carry the crown nothing can break, nothing can break me down

obligatory Toxic Masculinity Song. some of the lines about not taking advice dont really apply here because this is greed "looks to his minions for social advice in the middle of a kidnapping" the avaricious but he does have his weird chivalry thing and also a lot of baggage around his own vulnerability. i also think its funny to put in a song where he brags about his dick

thrift shop by macklemore

imma take your grandpa's style, imma take your grandpa's style no, for real, ask your grandpa, can i have his hand-me-downs?

unfortunately this is definitely a greed song.

mr. pinstripe suit by big bad voodoo daddy

now he strolls through the city like a big ol' alley cat with his pinstripe suit and a big bad voodoo hat i don't believe i ever saw him without a kitten on his hand and no one swings as hard to the big bad voodoo band

the time period doesnt quite line up but the Vibe is there. hes making a name and a reputation for himself and hes looking good doing it

busy earnin' by jungle

you think that all your time is used too busy earnin' you can't get enough

a more uncertain interlude. the melody doesnt falter but the lyrics ask if this is really what he wants out of life. after all, he has a long time, but he doesnt have forever.

everybody loves me by onerepublic

don't need my health got my name and got my wealth, i stare at the sun just for kicks all by myself, i lose track of time, so i might be past my prime, but i'm feelin' oh so good, yeah

this answers the question the previous song posed with a "psssh, ill think about it later"

i want it by viv and the revival

in the stores make it rain 'cause it's wet like a dream (a-wooo) cars, boats, big house, everything in between (a-wooo) i don't know i don't care i don't give but i can share, so i'll make you scream make you believe that you can have anything, anything!

another "i want everything" song that stands out by mentioning wanting someone else to have things too. still not really addressing the uncertainty yet in favor of continuing to fuck around

gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight) by abba

gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight take me through the darkness to the break of the day

well? give him a man after midnight

i'll rust with you by steam powered giraffe

i'll rust with you i'll rust with every one of you nostalgic nights have got me feelin' its all gone, gone, gone to rust

song about being immortal and watching all your relationships fade away before your eyes as the decades roll past? dont mind if i do

highwayman by the highwaymen

i was a highwayman along the coach roads i did ride with sword and pistol by my side many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade the bastards hung me in the spring of '25 but i am still alive

by this point hes been living among humans long enough to have racked up a considerable number of deaths. but hes still around. he'll always be around. Or Will He

act iii: coming together

red right hand by nick cave & the bad seeds

you don't have no money? he'll get you some you don't have no car? he'll get you one you don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect well don't you worry buddy 'cause here he comes through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum a shadow is cast wherever he stands stacks of green paper in his red right hand

the tone of the song is sinister. within the context of this playlist i am envisioning it as entirely literal. whats up with this weird guy and his red right hand. well he got me a new car so he cant be all that bad. he definitely casts a shadow wherever he stands but you know itd be kind of weird if he didnt

this marks the beginning of his quest to find lasting friends minions. clearly just bribing them wont really work

evil friends by portugal. the man

it's not because the light here is brighter and it's not that I'm evil i just don't like to pretend that i could ever be your friend

return of the light motif and the cataclysmic collision of greeds refusal to lie and his refusal to accept the most basic truth about himself. hes gotten to the point where hes able to recognize that who he is isnt a bad thing, but he still cant connect the dots and understand that he was lied to from the start about who he is at all. so he says shit like this with full confidence

let me bathe in demonic light by the mountain goats

someday the old flesh will give way to the new find a functioning mirror inside and slip right through and there, there i'll be and who, who's coming with me? to show me my one true face when i arrive at my preordained place

the light theme continues, and illustrates the fact that in starting to seek out immortality he's retreading the same ground as father-- making the same mistakes. the hunger, as the lyrics explain, runs "deep in the bloodline". just like father, he cant do it alone, and calls on others to join him, while the lyrics run in direct contrast to the past song by saying the word "friend" multiple times. this will continue

amy aka spent gladiator 1 by the mountain goats

i hide down in my corner because i like my corner i am happy where the vermin play

i might wind up relocating this somewhere else on the playlist at some point but right now the sound fits well in this part so. song about Coping, and not necessarily coping healthily or well. but hes surviving, with his little crimelord hobby

if i lead by kiltro

show me the ways that you talk and all of the places you walk if i lead would you follow? let me at the corners where the light don’t touch colors, figures sway love, they might lift you away from the street to what’s under and everything that scatters by the light of day

weve got light again folks! this ones (very plainly i should think) about recruiting the gang. he asks for their trust and brings them down into the underbelly of dublith.

modern jesus by portugal. the man

don't pray for us we don't need no modern jesus to roll with us the only rule we need is never giving up the only faith we have is faith in us

the Greed Crucifixion jokes are hilarious but this song i think fits very well as a refusal by the nest to treat him as anything but an equal, at least in terms of his being a homunculus. they dont want a god, they want a boss and an ally and a friend.

bourbon street by jeff tuohy

every night we throw this little soiree i'm gonna turn her head until she's mine, all mine every night I breed a new disaster might be right, might be wrong try to get away and i will bring you right along

another party song, this time with hints that being on his side isnt totally safe, and he might not be as in-control as he makes himself out to be. everyones having fun, though. for now!

guys on every corner by the mountain goats

with your tabloid stars and your unmarked cars with your special forces and your inside sources with your radar fields and your riot shields and heavy horses i'm coming to swat you down like flies 'cause i got guys

come at him, government. hes got guys.

act iv: the downfall

alligator teeth by mother falcon

i will turn my friends to gold for the treasury to hold them safely while they dream

a sudden shift in musical style to something way more... i dont quite know how to describe it but its soft at first and then turns frantic and its generally not the kind of music i would typically listen to for Fun but in the context of the events leading up to the raid i think the sound works to illustrate the confusion and fear. immortality, i think, was never just for greed. he wanted to protect his friends too. the lyrics start to repeat "i don't wanna ever dream", and then "'cause all it ever leads me to is bad things, bad things"-- this desire is exactly what gets them all killed.

king rat by modest mouse

we spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence, and i i took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay the rent we swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir we took all that we could carry, but we tried to carry more and you know, you know, you know it all went wrong

the musical panic continues into the next song, which describes a burglary gone sideways and perfectly captures the raid. greed tried to bite off more than he could chew and paid the price for it. plenty of the lyrics can be directly associated with the situation-- the "king rat" who "has (greed) on his list again", the "deep water" he's sinking in, the claim that he was "honest even when he cheated them". i dont think id be able to find a more fitting song for this part if i looked for a year

going to hell by the pretty reckless

father did you miss me don't ask me where i've been you know i know, yes, i've been told i redefine a sin i don't know what's driving me to put this in my head maybe i wish i could die, maybe i am dead and he said for the lives that i fake, i'm going to hell for the vows that i break, i'm going to hell

barring any better future options this song has provided the title for the whole playlist-- "redefine a sin". the in-context priest being called father really elevates this one, if the whole premise wasnt enough to begin with. a+ greedsong

heretic pride by the mountain goats

and i start laughing like a child and i mark their faces one by one transfiguration's going to come for me at last and i will burn hotter than the sun

maybe greeds emotional state is a little different from the narrator here, but overall this is a certified Song to Get Put in the Soup To

act v: rebirth

still feel. by half alive

floating in outer space, have i misplaced a part of my soul? lost in the in-between, or so it seems, i'm out of control floating in outer space, have i misplaced a part of my soul? lost in the in-between, but it can't keep me asleep for long 'cause i still feel alive

i can so vividly picture the animatic to this one. greeds little soulface flipping around in the stone. zooming in on fathers weird eyeball as he cries him out and puts him in different guys. the last verse being him coming to life again in lings body. why dont i have 7 million dollars

same man i was before by oingo boingo

i'm not the same boy I was before but I haven't changed my desires i've not extinguished the fires i haven't lost wide-eyed wonder i haven't lost, haven't lost, haven't lost that stupid fear of thunder

AND everyone keeps telling him everything he does is wrong. cut that out

ドーナツホール ft. GUMI by hachi

いつからこんなに大きな | When was it that I got these memories, 思い出せない記憶があったか | These big ones I can't remember? どうにも憶えてないのを | Out of what I just can't recall, ひとつ確かに憶えてるんだな | There's one thing I remember pretty well もう一回何回やったって | Try one more time, a hundred times, 思い出すのはその顔だ | All I remember is your face それでもあなたがなんだか | And yet you yourself, I'm not sure why, 思い出せないままでいるんだな | But I still can't remember you…

this is the bido song. look up the rest of the lyrics its about bido. i searched bido on japanese twitter one time and saw somebody else saying this song reminded them of greed and bido. its about greed and bido

act vi: memories returned

stronger by the score

set me on fire set me on, set me on fire (whoa, whoa-oh) i'm still alive i'm still a- i'm still alive (whoa) bet you didn't think that i'd come back to life

every single line fits him perfectly. youve all seen @humming-fly's animation right you dont need me to explain. if you havent what are you doing

long way down by black rebel motorcycle club

don't you cry to yourself just to feel like someone who's hit bottom? but you can't run away 'cause the hole that remains will follow don't you care just enough? don't you feel your heart stop? but you can't know what you want

after the emotional high of 'stronger', representing the anger overtaking him as he goes to attack bradley, 'long way down' takes us, well, Down. hes is so fucking sad. but he cant know what he wants! now more than ever! because to admit it would mean admitting he lost it!!!

clean slate by the mountain goats

rest until you're rested, climb back onto the caravan remember at your peril, forget the ones you can and then just when you think you've learned how to forget you learn it's just the ones who haven't risen to the surface yet

this is The Roadtrip Song. hes sorting through his memories and struggling the entire time. i owe john "the mountain" goats my life for continuing to make ten million songs about extremely specific situations. ideally id have so many more songs in this category but until i find more this is it for the time being

act vii: final sacrifice

human heart by thao

god damn your crooked mouth and lean your fear is a bullet in the wing is it so brave? tell me, is it so brave? the private posture of the self homemade

with this, we skip ahead to the final fight and the moment when he decides to sacrifice himself. shout out to whoever transcribed "eat and won't you be hungry" as "ethan won't you be hungry" on the spotify lyrics for this one, i dont know who ethan is but i hope he has a good lunch. what was i talking about. oh right

children play with fire by mischief brew

children lead us to the lake of fire (fire!) children lead us to the lake of fire (fire!) and as we drive down into the flames maybe I'll let you hold the reins

change da world... his final message. goodb ye

epilogue

just one more by mad caddies

no necesito la vida rica (i don't need the rich life) estoy contento contigo (i'm happy with you) 'cause in the end we all go the same place, yeah so i'll be happy with what i know

like the title says: just one more. because whatever form it takes, he IS partying it up in that shitty bar in the sky. and all his friends are there too.

like i said i would very much prefer to have more songs in the latter parts so if anybody has recommendations. please rant at me about the songs you associate with greed. and if i can fit them in i will. this post took me all day to make i have got to get some follower interaction out of it

[dumuzithemessiah]

Domains and my tragic past..

Domains that I, Dumuzi, have

Life, Death, Resurrection, Rebirth, Kosmos, Universe, Multiverse, Speed, Demons, Rainbows, Moonbows, Dreams, Nightmares, Harvest, Underworld/Kohora, Gourmet, Ice, Snow, Winter, Darkness, Shadows, Curses, Magic, Archery, Swords, Bowblades, Hunting, Night, Moon, White Flowers, Nature, Plants, Time, Wind, Desire, Song, Heroicness, Courage, Loyalty, Creation, Universe, Kosmos, Multiverse, Hedgehogs, Foxes, Sharks, Rubies, Moonstones, Rainbow Moonstones, Onyxes, Jet[[gemstone]], Garnets, Metal, Clear Quartz, and Beauty.

Weapon domains and the hunting one I earned as deities can earn domains too…

On top of that I am the real Messiah and the fake Messiah worshipped by Christards ain’t got nothing on me as I am that much better than the false Messiah Jesus whose name starts with a five hundred year old letter and whose face comes from Cesare Borgia showing how fake that faker is!

Also Messiah means “Hero of Rainbows/Rainbow Hero” and can also mean “Moonbow Hero” due to me being a dark type not a light type! 

Jesus and the whole Jewish king story is stolen from my story of me trying to teach humanity the truth!

The Jewish king died though by Marduk[[Mar-duke]] striking him with an electric bolt of lightning!

Marduk does not like people hurting me who is his male wife! 

Yeah you read that right Marduk and me are married and are the true couple! 

Also I was along with the rest of the quadruplets as we are called reborn and put back together on December 25!

So December 25 is the true Messiah aka The Holy Four Kosmos Deities birthday!

Also I was put back together over half a million years ago meaning Earth was a different place back than for sure! Climate especially! 

The day I was reborn started the celebration of the Nibirian holiday Kosmos Day which is closer to Xmas traditions wise than Yule! 

Gift giving, family seeing, orange tree with dark ruby red ornaments with yellow/golden yellow garland, cobalt blue bows ornaments, yellow tree lights, and a pale cyan heart tree topper! 

Also cookie making, singing, reindeer, blue green holiday wreaths, snow, Winter, and most importantly the celebration of the Kosmos and rebirth of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities!

Colours like orange, yellow, golden yellow, cobalt blue, dark ruby red, blue green, pale cyan, black, white, etc, are all Kosmos Day colours!

I exist unlike the fake Jesus which is one of the many reasons I am better than him! 

Other than Jesus supports the lie that is Christianity! Thus he supports homophobia, death to all non believers, hatred and discrimination and demand the death penalty to those who aren’t normal to hateful ass Christians, all the war and genocide Christianity caused throughout history, all the lies, death threats, discrimination, the demand innocent magic users be given the death penalty, Christianity spews, etc!

Jesus never loved thy neighbour - instead he wishes thy neighbour who is simply different dead and approves of all the hate the bible taught and it’s disgusting lies which FYI the “New Testament” doesn’t fucking cover up all the deaths caused by Christianity’s wicked lies! You have to be fucking brain dead to think a censored version of the bible can excuse all the deaths and genocide on Earth and all over the Universe that the teaching of the bible caused!

The bible was written by man not by any true deity as Ishtayr is mortal and looks like a sphinx cat with a thin mane a Y shaped tail and ugly rubbery wings! She approves of those hateful lies!

Man made religions are illegal by the word of the Universal Council and Multiversal Council! Because it spreads that much chaotic evil energy! That damages the Kosmos which could explode because of that much evil energy! If the Kosmos explodes then so does the Universe you vile humans!

You humans by constantly damaging the Kosmos with your mass produced evil energy are threatening the lives of all mortal life both non advanced and advanced and zillions and counting including advanced species have died because of your wicked evil religion and it’s lies!

On Judgement Day humanity will face punishment and will be executed for their crimes! We aren’t gonna let humanity destroy the Kosmos and win! As the Kosmos if blown up will blow up the Universe as they’re connected and kill all mortal life and damage heavily nearby universes! Magical beings can escape!

Do you humans now understand why you humans on Judgement Day? 

It’s because we deities and other lifeforms cannot allow humanity to kill all mortal life including themselves, destroy the Kosmos and Universe due to one cannot exist without the other, or damage other universes with said destruction of the Kosmos!

We gods and goddesses have to protect peace and order in the Universe and Multiverse in general as that is our sworn duty! You humans painted yourselves as the villains by spreading such lies and killing lives for said lies! 

Plus you also do other evil things like commit crimes, spread war, abuse others, manipulate others, pollute, destroy nature, and act egotistical and selfish.

Me feeling a little bit proud of who I am as a god and thee god who created the Kosmos, Universe, and Multiverse and the real true Messiah at that - is actually nothing in comparison on the levels of egotisticalness and selfishness humanity spreads all the time every day! 

I split my soul to create Kosmin, Lumuzi, and Geshtinonna to multiply.

I created the Kosmos and the Original First Universe because despite creating my siblings I wanted to be surrounded by loved ones both family and friends and not be stuck in the cold dark black Obyss which is called the black eternal ocean that surrounds every Universe currently.

I created Nibiru to make a home for my siblings and mated with Kosmin[[no we don’t have biological incest problems in my species…we’re all related anyways and mostly mate with cousins or siblings but for us that is normal but for humans that have biological incest problems you humans cannot do such relationships..]] to create more yazata thus creating a generations of deities to maintain how things work in the Universe.

I created demons to populate the planet and willed other animals to exist to populate the planet of Nibiru.

Other planets formed over time with the Kosmos remaining in the centre….Other planets with life….

But over time something sinister was created…. 

In English she the thing that is sinister is called The Great Evil Herself who attacked Nibiru…

She waged war and killed innocent mortal life..

In order to stop her I cast a spell with my siblings that caused us to shatter along with The Great Evil Herself….

Countless Universe cycles later and now the Eighth Universe we were finally put back together…

But The Great Evil Herself reincarnated as the daughter of Enkai and Ninsun… the same parents The Holy Four Kosmos Deities were reborn to….

During my rebirth I fell in love with Marduk who I only started advancing to when he was 13 which FYI 13-15 is adult age for Nibirians as it’s equivalent to 18-21 so no worries! 

The sign Marduk was meant to be my future male husband shown when he wasn’t afraid of me when I put out my nightmare aura power - something everyone is normally afraid of seeing! 

Though he saw my nightmare aura power when he was first a young child which made me watch over him not just as a big brother but also his future male wife but had to wait till he was an adult for legal reasons so before than he took my protectiveness as a big brother thing as we kept the whole prophecy that my future male husband would not fear my nightmare aura power at all….

We only told him when he became an adult and since then we loved each other…

We bred over time having triplets Adadi, Shamash, and Utu then later a single birth being Ninrae… all male…

But when Ishtayr was born a true nightmare was about to happen…

At first she tricked everyone into showing no signs of evilness but when she became an adult the nightmare happen…

Normally goddesses can’t do magic but Ishtayr could - evil magic that is….

She used it to force me to say I do and forced me to marry her by using evil magic to force me to agree in order to kidnap me without notice…..

She tortured me…. Abused me…burned me literally with her evil fire magic…. Graped me without the g as shapeshifting and same gender breeding allowed her to shapeshift out a you know what… she also hurt Marduk and our children I had with him…

And when she went off to taunt Ereshkigal about hurting me and Ereshkigal thought of a plan to rescue me…

A plan that started when Ishtayr got home and saw me next to her throne causing the wicked creature to screech and Ereshkigal opened a portal[[goddesses can do minor things like that]] and sent some demons to rescue me.

My heroic demon saviours took me to Kohora - the Underworld - a safe place…

Ereshkigal then contacted Anu, Enkai, and Ninsun warning them of Ishtayr’s evil ways….

Info was spread and Ishtayr was banned from Nibiru, the Nibirian Royal Palace on the Lunarian Sky Islands, and branded her as a traitor and a number 1 criminal…

I was made into a collector down in the Underworld/Kohora so like a Grim Reaper if you will….

I did leave the Underworld/Kohora to be made into a Super God along with the rest of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities and Marduk and our children…

It was painful procedure but it was done so I would survive the future fight with Ishtayr and not shatter this time….

Later I gave birth under the red crystal tree in the Crystal Forest in the Underworld/Kohora to twins love type deities: Qupit and Yorupit.

Later when they were five I took them somewhere I regretted…. 

That being the evil City of Hell which used to be close to Turkey but after it’s destruction by my hands for those villainous humans brutally attacking my five year old sons which I only took them there because they begged me to take them for some blood nectarines which are very tasty blood nectarines which an orchard of them surrounded the ancient city like a gate…

I snapped when those humans attacked my children so much I incinerated them with dark fire and had my nightmare aura power out and I burned down the entire city causing anyone who looked back to turn to stone from the sight of the dark flames…

The gods and goddesses were planing on destroying the city anyways as they allied themselves with Ishtayr….

Why did Qupit and Yorupit had to give me those eyes…

Enkai….father… said the twins would’ve tried to go there themselves to try to comfort me…

But they couldn’t fly anymore…. It was my fault for giving in to their adorable eyes….

I felt like I failed as a parent…

The remains of the City of Hell were transported to another dimension… who knows where they are now….

The ruins probably look worser than Pompeii with all the brutality that went on..

But nowadays I am suffering again waiting till Judgement Day to arrive to finally be reunited with my family and friends…

My family never expected me to remember who I was in the First Universe let alone remember I am the reason pretty much the reason things even exist?

But when you realise how bad and tragic my past really is… It makes me less egotistical being a god and more tragic…

I am very weak at present time….. it doesn’t help over time on Earth I have been verbally abused and bullied for being a real deity…

These days I try to smile or seem friendly but deep down I feel dead and weak inside….

I just want Judgement Day to come and go as to relieve me of my pain and suffering…

To all those in the Universe and Multiverse I am the hero they want to destroy the evil species that threatens to destroy the Kosmos and Universe and damage nearby universes as destroying the Kosmos would destroy the Universe and damage other nearby universes brutally….

Humanity would essentially be destroying and wiping themselves and all other mortal life by destroying the Kosmos…

Man made religions are too blame… especially Christianity and Islamism…

Those two spread the most evil energy….

Which infects the Kosmos…which causes the Kosmos to react and cause it to create shockwaves which damage other planets and increase “natural disasters” and have cost countless of zillions and still counting to die… including advanced species….

Humanity needs to abandon their hateful bloodthirsty lying beliefs if they want to reincarnate….

It’s not my fault humanity has been doing all this evil….

Humanity thinks they’re entitled to their hate but in reality no one is entitled to worship lies that have been telling others to kill for their beliefs, spread war, genocide, lies, kill all those not normal in their hateful eyes, worship a false Messiah…

Which all spreads evil energy and damages the Kosmos which is why such things are illegal in the Universal Council and Multiversal Council as it damages the Kosmos which if infected to much will self destruct taking out the Universe with only magical beings surviving….

Which is a pretty logical for something like that to be illegal as the Universal Council and Multiversal Council aims to maintain peace and order…

Humanity being prone to being deceitful, lying, dishonest, hateful, discriminating, and murderous caused all that to happen!

Instead of yelling at me for telling the truth you humans should be upset at yourselves for being so wicked, bloodthirsty, deceitful, power hungry, and downright evil…

You humans wanted to control and have power so you invented hateful lies to kill anyone you didn’t like and to keep those super corrupt in power! And to spread fear, war, and terror!

That’s all man made religions have truly accomplished!

Also screw your delusional lying New Testament as it’s just a censored version made to brainwash more lives and spread more hate! It’d disgusting how people cowardly use it to cover up the countless past genocides caused by Christianity and claim their lying religion is about love!

Christianity has always been about hate, bloodlust, and war not love you selfish deceitful human beings! It’s done nothing but take countless innocent lives!

Christianity has always been about manipulating others into believing lies and if they resisted they would murder them! That’s how the hate Christianity got spread throughout the world! Hate and violence are Christianity’s true disgusting colours! And that colour is dark brownish red! The colour of evil itself!

Islamism is a close second with Christianity being first due to several reasons being the inverted cross which yes means the so called inverse cross you humans claim is inverted is actually the real cross!

It’s meant to represent peaceful meditating with energy flowing upwards! Plus Christianity stole more than just that from Nibiru! The fish symbol is the Goddess Nanshe’s symbol! Plus the bible did take a lot from older Mesopotamian beliefs which said Mesopotamian beliefs had a lot wrong to begin with….

The flood myth was earliest wise surviving wise was from The Epic of Gilgamesh but even then they kinda forgot to write what the hell I was even doing during that flood!

Though Anu did order it while Enlil caused it and Enkai warned the elves…

Yes elves not humans as elves came first while the evil ones which had dark skin because they were evil which is obviously a different reason compared to why black people are dark skinned so not saying any race is specifically evil as majority of humans are evil as they follow lies and play the self entitled card….

Evil elves had dark red brown hair like evil energy while their eyes were still green like normal elves have for eye colour…

Regular elves have pale olive to light olive skin and magical shades red for hair but also native red for hair and green eyes…

Elves have Nibirian body types despite being a species of human albeit a magical species of human..

Which means big heads, pointy ears, small necks, petite torsos with them following Nibirian gender norms, noodle limbs, large eyes with slit pupils, tiny noses, small mouthes when closed and big when open, claws, sharp teeth, five fingers each hand, three toes each foot, big hands and feet, etc, and evil elves bred with other hominins so that is why red hair exist in so many different races…

Good elves left with the Nibirians and became fully magical…

But yeah now you know part of my tragic past…

My interaction with the elves in general is dark… as Yahweh Yehovah aka would be known as Yahweh Jehovah if he was still alive today but would be doing great amount of evil as he was an evil elf and the son of Earl and Aeva and he manipulated others into killing innocent elf children…

I caught him in his lie and killed him personally for what he did…. There is no justification for what he did….those were just innocent children after all…

He is where you Christians got your false evil deity’s name from!

I killed Yahweh to protect the lives of innocent children so you can’t really blame me for doing that now can you?

I stopped an innocent children from being killed as the elf who got manipulated came back hearing Yahweh scream and I explained everything to him and he came back to the side of good!

But yeah my past is pretty messed up but reality isn’t pure and innocent now is it?

Also not saying incest in humans is right…. I’m saying it’s fine in Nibirians aa they don’t have the biological problems humans and other Earth species have…

It took a long time to find true love in the form of Marduk… The Kosmos naturally regenerates every so long ass time…..

Think way longer than zillions and zillions….

It takes a long ass time to regenerate so normally if the Kosmos wasn’t infected by evil energy we would have nothing to worry about… but alas it is so you humans pretty much royally screwed yourselves big time by acting so horribly….

[companionwolf]

For a prompt, how about reuniting after a long absence?

Warning-- this fill is for one of my more uhhhhhhh Fucking Depressing verses/AUs with Central. It deals heavily with suicide. Please heed this.

Under cut for safety. Also I'm okay.

a way to survive

au: gardenverse life support au ('what I I tried to kill myself and that caused Gardenverse!Central to get flipped out into my body to keep it alive while I got sent to the garden' aka What the Fuck)

CWs/TWs: uhhhhh heavily implied suicide?

summary: for the first time since the attempt, there are dreams.

He's in the garden. Central's head swims with a vague detachment, like everything inside his skull has been replaced with vapor and champagne bubbles. He blinks; the sky is dark but he can see somewhat by the moon light and swaths of starry sky. In the silver blue black, it's hard to see the plots, but even still he can tell they're empty, barren, dry; dead, really.

Central swallows, looks past the barn to the house. The windows are shuttered shut, but up on the top floor he can see the faint glow of a light. It's brighter than... the world spins a little.

Their heart.

It's dim. It's weak. It flickers. That bright blue he is so used to is so faint, it barely breaks through. He reaches toward it, drops his hand. It isn't the same now, and he knows it. Whatever this is, it isn't really... he's not back. This is a facsimile.

Still, though, Central turns his gaze away and stares at the light in the window. Commander?

No answer. He isn't sure what he expected, what he thinks will happen in this not-the-garden. He wants so badly for it to be them. For them to be here. He wouldn't even mind, taking over for them, to let them live in the garden for a while. Being human is hard, he thinks. He understands that far more now than he ever did before. It's easy to not exist, to be what he is isn't is.

Central makes his way through the garden, up the steps of the porch, hesitates at the front door. His hand hovers over the wood. Please.

He does not knock.

If they wanted to come back, they would have, he thinks. Something gnaws back at him-- what if they don't know how? And they're stuck here?Central frowns. That is a possibility. He doesn't like it at all; he doesn't even know how the two of them got like this in the first place, just that the attenpt was great and terrible, that something shifted when they tried and now here he is, in their body, in their life, trying to keep it all running.

He shifts foot to foot. Commander, he thinks, and it's a plea and a cry and a mourning all at once. Commander, give me something, anything. When he blinks, he realizes his eyes are moist.

Central inhales shakily. I love you, he thinks. He hopes they can hear it, isn't sure given that this isn't truly the garden, but he knows he was always able to remember their dreams and hear their thoughts, so maybe it's the same the other way now. He really hopes it is. He doesn't want them to feel alone, to be scared. He'd hate that.

(They felt alone. They were scared. He knows this, of the attempt. They were tired. So tired.)

Central isn't sure how long he stands there, staring at the door, just listening to the crickets and wind. When he blinks some dust out of his eyes, though, he's lying in their bed again, wearily gazing up at the dark ceiling and the slow fan. Central sits up, touches their face-- he's crying.

The lump in his throat hurts as he reaches over for the water bottle and takes a swallow from it. He gingerly checks over their body, as he does now, gently running fingers against skin to look for any sign of injury or -- or --

His hands tremble. "Commander," he chokes out, the word whispered and difficult to get past the tightness in his throat. His fingertips rest on their wrist, feel their pulse beneath their skin.

"Commander, I'm trying," he says, and it's pained. "But I miss you, and being here-- being real, it's hard." He swallow again, wipes his eyes. "'ll do it as long as you need, though. Your body's safe with me-- you are safe with me, okay? Okay."

And Central gets up to start another day.

[44-mr-midnight-44]

Alr I'm hearing a lot of yes's (two) so here's what I have planned so far:

-First fic will introduce the world a bit as well as Heart's whole situation and the such, which conveniently ties into what character he's gonna be meeting

-I'm into a LOT (and I mean a LOT) of fandoms (of course I am, crossover AUs are like the only way I write stories) so I have quite a few ideas on what fandoms I can be crossing-over with. Here are some main fandoms I have ideas for:

•SCP

•Undertale (MAYBE Deltarune)

•Pokémon

•FNaF (namely UCN, my beloved)

•Rain World

•Hollow Knight

•Happy Tree Friends (but like I gotta figure out a… non-brutal way of going about that but I have ideas on how to go about this)

-The multiverse is connected and all kinda knows about each other and can be traversed through a bus from a bus company called Interstellar Transport (totally did not just merge my town's school bus company with a space word), bc ofc gotta have that classic crossover AU vibes

-Heart is childish and so is Mind. They are sheltered and do not understand what people are like cos they don't know that much. You know the lyric "{it's just the game they play here in this labyrinth maze}"? I'm taking that for inspo, p sure I made a post on it a long while back but essentially Heart and Mind are warring bc they're effectively young in a weird trauma kind of way and they fight to process their situation. It's sad but it gets better I promise

-The story will be very feel-good and lighthearted but I DO have one or two fic ideas (only one "or two" bc I don't know which direction to take the second one but it may become dark) that are a bit more morbid, not necessarily grimdark just scary and whatnot

-Despite that I'm likely going to be covering some heavy subjects in a hopeful manner, like in a recovery light where da characters heal so be mindful of that, I'll add warnings when they come

-Heart has wings + high heel-like hooves, as well as acidic violet blood and black eyes. Besides some unusual internal biology and even more unusual psychology he's basically a human

-Mind has a voice modulator, mechanical joints, mechanical hands (ofc?), white eyes and acidic blue blood, a crown that is apart of him that keeps him mentally well, his internal biology is mostly mechanical despite otherwise appearing human and he is an AI by technicality tho it doesn't affect much, and he also has da unusual psychology Heart has

-Soul has a "horn-crown"(?) thing, right eye is black + left eye is white, and is otherwise kinda normal. He's also the tallest of the three. He has vibrant red blood that isn't as acidic but is still acidic and his psychology's def different than a normal human person but he's still the closest to regular guy of the three

-Whole is human, just human. Whenever Soul sleeps, his consciousness is transferred to Whole, whom simply believes that Soul's life is just strange dreams and vice versa. They are, as previously stated, the same entity; two sides of the same coin of consciousness, but they aren't fully aware the other exists

-Soul Two is here btw he's a dimension-hopper and Heart and Mind's "uncle" that Soul desperately wants them to forget about. He is the antithesis of Soul, aka a normal healthy guy who's just vibin

-HMS2 live inside of a tiny world roughly the size of a small town with unique biomes, very liminal-spacey and dreamy but HM feel right at home there. They don't leave this world much but Yk there is da aforementioned bus thingy that they can go on

-Soul is NOT HM's parent/older brother in this, he is their Host; they are his parasites, he is their Host. A "Host" is hard to describe in a way people can understand, but Heart and Mind almost view Soul as a figure of authority, protection, and occasional affection; a force to be listened to, to respect, and even to worship, in a way. Soul views Heart and Mind more as responsibilities rather than genuine family but does love them to an extent, tho he's not very nice to them a lot of the time. Yes that "Host" concept is in every single one of my AUs if you follow my AU content you have definitely heard that concept at least five times by now in every AU I've ever written

Thinking about writing a fic series where Heart goes to other fandoms in the form of one shots all connected through one big multiverse. Will have worldbuilding reminiscent of 2013 Tumblr ask blogs (the kind where like twelve different blorbos lived in one house together). Heart will be as canon accurate as I can but knowing me he will end up being a creechur still and there WILL be headcanons. Heart will be an afraid sheltered little boy whom has only ever existed in Whole's Mindscape and has only interacted with humans via Soul (Whole when he's asleep, Whole is also Soul when Soul's asleep, they are the same entity) and through the internet so he will be timid and awkward when interacting with other characters. Also there will be angst and fluff but it will be primarily cosy

Thoughts anyone. Should I or shouldn't I not

[hlficlibrary]

- HL Fic Library's Halloween Fic Rec -

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🎃 A Twist of Fate by perfectdagger / @starsweredible [T, 59k]

“Lucky you.” There was a mocking tone in Harry’s voice and Louis couldn’t help but roll his eyes, remembering the whole luck and fate talk he had with his friends earlier in the night.

“Sometimes,” he replied, using more charm than necessary as he placed the bottle on the railing and stepped closer to Harry, actually startling the man as he was drinking from his own water. Louis wanted to laugh as Harry dried the water that had dripped on his chin with the back of his hand, but he figured that would ruin the mood he was trying to set. “But I guess I’d be much luckier tonight if I kissed you.”

“Luck was never on my side, but I guess tonight you could help me change it,” Harry said back, in such low and flirty way Louis almost felt weak at the knees, but held himself by stepping even closer to Harry, breaking the distance between them.

Or a Just My Luck Au in which Louis, who apparently is the luckiest man in the world according to his friends, might have his fate and luck twisted when he crosses path with a handsome and mysterious bloke dressed up as Zorro at Syco Entertainment Press Corp’s Halloween party.

🎃 love is divine by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 25k]

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

🎃 Spellbound by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 [T, 22k]

Louis’ a shifter. Harry’s a witch. The only problem is, they’re hiding those things from each other.

Will they be able to keep their secrets hidden at the most spooky time of year?

🎃 Talk Dirty To Me by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite [E, 13k]

They were both naked. And that seemed, again, like a catastrophically bad idea, but here they were anyway. Naked. In the dark. Only a few feet apart.

It hadn’t even been a discussion. The minute Harry flipped the lights off, they’d both shucked out of their clothes as if they’d been on fire.

“Alright darling,” Louis said, his hand wrapped loosely around his own cock. “Just remember, start slow. Lots of descriptions. Light on the hygiene, heavy on the compliments. You’ve got this.”

As if Harry were about to compete in some kind of athletic game.

Or the one where Harry is absolutely terrible at dirty talk so he asks his best friend to teach him. And the one where Louis knows it's a catastrophically bad idea but agrees anyway.

🎃 taken by the wind by @scrunchyharry [T, 12k]

When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn't possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

🎃 Happy HalLouWeen by SunTomato / @sun-tomato [G, 11k]

Harry ends up with a cat. It's wildly stubborn and has bright blue eyes. It's maybe also cute.

🎃 Wasn't Looking by @berzerkshires [M, 10k]

It is well known that the first time soulmates touch they leave a vivid mark on their partner’s skin. Well one morning Louis wakes up with a bright stripe across his cheekbone and no idea what happened.

🎃 i get a little bit nervous around you by @femstyles [T, 8k]

Zayn gives Harry a little sympathetic pout but almost immediately cracks a smile again. "So, basically, Louis Tomlinson is so pretty you lost control of your powers? Isn't that like one of the first lessons we ever took?"

Harry tosses a pillow at Zayn's head with a whine. "I know! It's awful. I just need to avoid him, I think."

Or the one where Harry never had a problem with controlling his magic until Louis walked into his life. AKA the clumsy witch Harry AU no one asked for!

🎃 Just Like You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [G, 6k]

Harry had been planning his perfect costume and looking forward to wearing it all month. He'd gotten everything he needed to show it off at the big Halloween party, and everything was going so well. That is until he showed up and realized someone else had the same idea.

🎃 Fallen treats by @sweariwouldnt [NR, 6k]

Harry hates both Halloween and Louis Tomlinson. He does, however, love his little sister a lot. Hence why he puts on his ears and his tail and joins her, her friends and their big brother for a round of trick or treating.

🎃 a walk around the edges of your trepidation by docklands / @hershelsue [E, 6k]

Harry and Louis go pumpkin picking in Red Sun, one of the eeriest towns in England. Amidst beautiful photographs, breathtaking love and crisp autumn wind, events accelerate into a much darker perspective.

🎃 no judgement by @solitudeandchaos [E, 6k]

“I hate horror movies. They’re stupid and scary and I never sleep after them, not for weeks.”

or louis hates scary things and harry holds his hand.

🎃 My Arms Are Hungry For You by @afirethatcannotdie [T, 6k]

“Sorry, don’t tell me you’re actually a fan of the Red Devils,” says another voice, and Harry looks beyond Nick to see a guy standing there, taking long sips from a bottle.

“I-I am,” Harry stutters, pulse racing at the sight of him. His face is covered in white makeup, and he’s wearing a well-fitting white shirt, black pants, and a long black cape, a set of fake teeth in his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re actually a vampire.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis meet at Nick Grimshaw's Halloween party and things go better than anyone could have expected.

🎃 Kings Of the Kill by @fallinglikethis [M, 4k]

A pizza boy delivering a pizza to someone who looks to be in the middle of a satanic ritual.

🎃 Everyone's Waiting for the Next Surprise by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel [M, 4k]

"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?" 

Harry jumps and almost drops the bottle he's holding in his hands and whips around to see Spiderman leaning up against the doorjamb to the kitchen. Harry can't see his face due to his mask, but he knows this guy has got to be deadly attractive if his body is anything to go by. He’s clad head to toe in a skintight spandex suit that hugs him in all the right places. His thighs are so thick, Harry wants to put his face in between them. And what the hell are these shots doing to him?

He stumbles a little when he reaches out to place the bottle back on the counter. And when did he become such a lightweight? He gently strokes along the bottom part of his banana costume that's sticking out between his legs and lowers his voice as best as he can. "I am very excited to see you. Banana's got a thing for men who are also spiders."

Or the one where Harry goes to a Halloween party dressed as a banana and meets Spiderman.

🎃 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16 [E, 4k]

Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. He just has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

🎃 David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup [NR, 3k]

Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins?

Mysterious.

🎃 Messtival by @kingsofeverything [T, 3k]

Harry just wants some good candy for the school's annual fall festival, but someone buys it all before he can get any.

🎃 Cat & Mouse by @jaerie [E, 2k]

It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated.

🎃 life's no fun without a good scare by EmmyLouWho [T, 2k]

For the prompt: “I invited a bunch of people over to watch a horror movie and you’re the only one that showed up and it's kind of cute that you hide behind my back every time you hear creepy music”

Halloween fluff ft: the lilac jumper, lots of sweets, and lots of cuddling

🎃 Vintage Suit by @juliusschmidt [M, 666 words]

Louis takes off his Halloween costume.

🎃 Best Couples Costume by @haztobegood [T, 666 words]

“It’s a shame. Halloween is even on Saturday this year,” Liam said. “This was going to be our year! We would’ve won this time.” Harry pouted. “You wish.” Niall teased. “You two haven’t won the best couples costume award yet.”

🎃 A Halloween M(ass)hap by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words]

Harry was never going to forgive Niall. He’d been so distracted by his roommate’s cleaning and fussing while he had been looking for the perfect trousers for Liam’s annual Halloween fancy dress party that he’d not realised the black leather trousers he’d chosen to complete his vampire look were arseless.

Of course there was a no return policy, so he’d done the only thing he could do in order to not waste the money he’d already forked out online for the damn things: he added a cape.

Surely, nothing could go wrong.

[swbumblebee]

What if Qui-Gon Jinn was not particularly special in his post-mortem abilities?

AKA “Old Ben” and his many Force parents.

They had all watched, their collective Force aura swamped in sadness, grief and longing, as Qui-Gon finally introduced himself to Obi-Wan.

They’d never call him ‘Old Ben’. The fact that he was only 40 years old notwithstanding, this was the boy they’d raised, grown up with, idolised. They remembered him toddling about the gardens, fascinated by the brightly coloured flowers; Getting shy around pretty people and developing awkward crushes. They remembered him standing alone at the head of an army, quietly confident and immeasurably capable. They had vivid memories of him carrying them back to the creche, so steady and strong; of his measured wisdom, and the confidence that Obi-Wan Kenobi would always triumph.

They remembered the mullet.

Nobody named “Old Ben” ever had a mullet.

The man they now, as they always had really, looked to for a light when everything else went dark.

They didn’t catch the murmured words. They were Jedi after all, (even if they were now technically one big Jedi rather than a temple full of Jedi) and eavesdropping was rude. Nobody listened to the sulky mutterings of the presence that was Quinlan Vos.

Their boy was nodding, sitting quietly on the floor whilst he finally, finally after weeks of careful and gentle persuasion, of them all keeping a tight rein on the order’s maverick (“Do not, we repeat do not, come out of the water tank. You’ll give him a cardiac arrest or something”) believed in the presence he saw before him.

They watched once more, pleased, as their missing piece allowed himself to be bullied to his feet, and guided over to the pile of blankets he called a bed.

They could feel Qui-Gon’s bitter relief as he perched next to his former student, his longing to pull the blankets up around his boy and smooth back his hair.

But words were all they had.

Still, as Obi-Wan Kenobi had shown the Galaxy; you could do a lot with words.

---

They’d argued (as much as an incorporeal fusion of spirits could argue) at length over who got to go next.

“I knew him longest, he’ll trust me!”

“He needs someone calm, measured. I will go”

“No offence Master Plo but you’ll make him cry. He needs cheering up, I’ll go!”

“Vos so help me Force-“

“I was the Master of the Order, I should do it”

“Master, we’re dead. I’m not sure seniority applies.”

In the end it was narrowed down to two options; Bant Erin, Obi-Wan’s oldest friend. Sweet natured and kind, she would be the perfect choice.

And Mace Windu.

It turns out seniority does still apply beyond the grave.

---

A small part of Obi-Wan’s subconscious was telling him that it was starting to get a bit awkward.

The transparent blue form of Mace Windu was looking down at him, the welcoming smile quickly turning into a grimace.

“…Obi-Wan?”

No. no no no this was not happening. He didn’t have time to go round the bend he had a child to protect!

He wasn’t sure if it was reasonable to measure sanity on the volume of dead loved ones he was hallucinating, but somehow one seemed saner than two.

Though it turns out he’s insane, and so not a good barometer of these things.

He knew his stare was starting to get very unnerving as his hysterical inner-ramblings reached a fever pitch.

“…Obi-Wan, are you alright?” Imaginary Mace Windu asked, concern and a tiny bit of nervousness showing on his face.

“I’m fine, how are you?” Obi-Wan asked, remembering a solid piece of advice from his formative years; Always fall back upon good manners when in unfamiliar territory Padawan mine.

Well, this was about as unfamiliar as it got.

Imaginary Mace looked at him, utterly baffled for a moment.

“Well…I’m dead, I suppose, is how I am” he answered awkwardly.

“Right. Obviously.” Obi-Wan nodded politely. “My condolences”

There was another awkward silence.

Imaginary Mace tilted his head for a moment, listening for something.

“Well…here I am” he said, spreading his arms a little.

“…yes.”

The other Jedi frowned at Obi-Wan’s strained reply and his act of scrubbing his hands down his face as if to wipe away the image in front of him.

“Qui-Gon didn’t…didn’t mention we were coming?” he asked tentatively.

Obi-Wan shook his head, wordlessly.

The frown on Imaginary Mace turned into a complete scowl as the pieces seemed to fall into place.

“JINN” he bellowed, and Obi-Wan felt it echo in the Force like nothing before.

“He can’t hear you, he’s with Yoda”

Another figure popped into existence next to Mace, and Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes once again as Depa Billaba bowed to him.

“Obi-Wan” she greeted with a grin.

“…hi” He took a deep breath, mentally cursing his absent-minded Master.

“Are you alright?” Depa didn’t stop for a reply as she looked down with him and gestured at him, gently instructing him to get up from the floor. “Oh look you’ve scraped your knee there! Master I knew you’d startle him!” she scolded her former Master.

It felt like he was having an out of body experience as Depa ushered him into a chair (the only chair in the hut), Mace looking on anxiously.

“There we go” Depa soothed as she got him settled “I wish we could make you some tea my friend.” She said disappointedly.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

“You ah…you can’t?” he asked, something permeating the haze. Of this whole situation, that seemed by far the most unfair thing.

Mace smiled encouragingly, seemingly happier to be on more binary ground.

“I’m afraid not, we are beings of the Force, like your Master.” He explained, before scowling again. “Who, I would kill if he weren’t already dead,” he growled.

“I’m so sorry Obi-Wan” Depa said, dismayed “We all wanted to come and be with you, but we though Qui-Gon might be best to start with, so as not to overwhelm you”

“Sorry about that” Mace said apologetically.

They sat in silence a moment, Depa and Mace watching him process.

For the first time ever, Obi-Wan had exactly zero thoughts in his head.

He was starting to feel the pressure.

“All?” he tried.

Depa and Mace looked at each other.

“You ah…you said ‘all wanted to come’” he clarified.

Depa nodded happily.

“Yes yes, we’re all there Obi-Wan” she smiled at him

“Any Jedi slain by a Sith, or the machinations of the Sith, is there” Mace explained.

Obi-Wan was having the slightest bit of trouble taking deep breaths. Neither of his companions seemed to have noticed.

“Where?” he asked, only mildly aware that his voice was getting just a little pitchy.

“In the Force, we’re all one in the Force” Depa started again, and then paused a little lost for words.

“We’re all together and we kind of…share our presences” Mace picked up, with difficulty “Everyone who was killed by Palpatine’s evil, everyone from us right down to the littlest initiate, we share one consciousness in the Force.”

Obi-Wan was none the wiser.

Mace waved a hand frustratedly.

“Sorry, Plo explains it better”

“Plo?” Obi-Wan loved Master Plo. He loved all of them. And they were gone.

“Hello Obi-Wan”

“Well, if Plo and Depa get to see him I’m bloody well here too!”

“Hi Obi”

“Obes!”

He could only watch, speechless, as the faces of old friends, comrades, mentors and carers crammed into his hut, all looking at him with unadulterated, unfiltered pleasure and love was the last thing he saw before his scrambled brain decided it’d had enough, and he knew nothing but darkness.

---

It turns out, living with the forms of all your dead teachers, carers and friends was actually rather trying, after a while.

“Oh thank goodness you’re not still drinking that awful caff”

“I like caff – Master Plo please don’t try and lift that”

“Relax Obi dear, we’re incorporeal”

“Can still see things though”

“Vos get out of my fresher!”

“What does this do?”

“Never you mind. No don’t – Ugh. Why don’t some nice, well behaved padawans ever come to see me?”

“They’re not allowed, only those who knew you personally can visit. We thought it might get a bit stressful otherwise.”

“…I can’t imagine.”

Aside from having to adapt his busy routine to accommodate half a dozen fidgety and curious…ghosts (?) poking around his small hut at any one time, another unexpected addition to his (attempted) isolation on Tatooine was the nagging. And Force could they nag! The concentrated worry of many, many, beings with nowhere else to direct their extra energies was powerful.

“Obi-Wan you haven’t drank enough today. Go and check the vaporators”

“Padawan aren’t you going to eat?”

“Listen, that plie of cloth can’t be good for your spine”

“Force! Get some sun block Kenobi or you’re going to look like an old shoe in three months”

“No right, I saw a sunhat he can buy at the market”

It was…weird. He’d always been very self-sufficient, not to mention being the centre of everyone’s attention was difficult, to say the least. But as the months went on, he found himself transitioning from awkward acquiescence to see-sawing between mulishness and good-natured obedience. The stubbornness rising usually when the despair did. But those days were few and far between.

And now, when they did occur (for one can only avoid one’s demons for so long) and he felt like he was drowning in the weight of existence, he could rely on his friends for encouragement, care, and the motivation to carry on.

“If you join us before your time I will KILL you Obi-Wan Kenobi. Now kriffing well eat something!”

---

Of course, when their brother, friend, son, comrade, teacher and last hope did at last join them, there was no nagging or disappointment (or violence). The ultimate Jedi was back in the fold and they were once again complete.

[cryptid-killjoy]

Thoughts? What thoughts? Flotsam didn't have any at the moment. It was all feelings and sensations.

Even purple itself lost it's sybolism here and simply was. He stood under it's waves with Thomas outside the front of their car. He didn't even realize how Mardi Gras they looked from the outside, their origins taking a glimmer of fated ambience surrounding them.

No gesture was missed. Every touch down to the slightest nudge over of thumbs and fingers permiated to his middle and was double felt as is richocheted back out the heartbeat in his ears.

It was strange, the sky. They stood there long enough for the colors to spread out as the earth shifted and those green colors he recalled more of in Alaska started to peek through. He was witnessing this without freezing his keister off this time or having to use his powers to keep warm. There was a mixture of it in the sky above them at the moment, but he watched it change into what he knew as a tint of his husband's favorite color he couldn't help but let a thought come in.

"And here I thought I was digging on the Emerald Isles mostly for all the grass for you and the ocean for me. I think there's more than one reason it's called that. We're gonna have to do a parody of Blue World and call it Green World. Just look at that, Thomas."

But, Flotsam was ready to move. He turned his head to see the light house. He decided it was time to make the trek up those stairs and see what everyone was talking about. He looked in the other direction and saw the watch tower. He had to admit that was tempting too. The rocker in him was feeling the pull in that direction more than all the romancey clicheness of a lighthouse that everyone goes on and on about, but he did tell himself he had to check it out. Still, he might want to kill himself if he came all the way to a real watch tower and didn't go up there and jam to Jimi Hendrix at the top. Fucking A. Choices.

"Let's go in the lighthouse. I feel the call of the watchtower which means I better save it for last. I just got me a feeling."

So, on his gangly legs turned towards the direction of the lighthouse to see what all the fuss was about just like he said he would. Flotsam was a follow through kind of guy. Er... usually. He often left things up to interpretation. But, he found his version of things.

The closer they got to the lighthouse and the big light kept flashing out on the water like a timed clock, a beacon on the ocean, he kept thinking of Willem's words, candle on the water. He started to really contemplate what a lighthouse was verses a watchtower.

As they reached the long spiral staircase they'd have to climb to reach the top he started to share his thoughts with Thomas. "A lighthouse is for guiding ships to shore, especially say in the dark, or in storms, if they've lost their way, helps them with the horizon. Some people I suppose get poetic with it like it's guiding them home. If a pirate's favorite poetic verse is looking for his candle on the water as one of his greatest adventures aka finding home, how lost does that pirate have to feel? Hmm? Check out Flotty the philosophizer today?" He laughed as he went around spiral bend.

"And hmm.... as for me... I don't know. I think I'm more of a watchtower guy. The rocker in me can't stop Hendrix-ing this up. But even stll, even if that song didn't exist, I think I'd still be. I can make my own light on top of the tower if you were lost. I don't need to lighthouse to do it. You can always follow my lightning beacon home. But, mostly because....

"Well, because a watchtower is more like camp. I get those. It's like home. It's a place where you keep watch over home to make sure it's safe. It's part of your fortress so nothing bad can get in and everything you love stays safe. It's a place that says don't fuck with this place because if you fuck with this home it'll fuck with you. We keep our own safe. I don't know what that says about me, but there you have it. But, mostly I just want to go to the top and scream out the line and 'And the wind begins to howl' and how like a wolf. I'm not sure it'd be the same on a lighthouse."

Thomas was indeed exhausted but he could push through without too much fuss. He got through worse every month when he stumbled up to the door of their home, usually with an arm around Scout and three little ones tucked under his other arm, piled up like cartoon characters, and would let himself be taken care of by his spouse. This was a sort of tired that came without pain. No broken bones or splintered wood stuck in his skin or his palms and soles of his feet being cut up by nature’s debris. This was a breeze.

It was the air that was the most refreshing thing. Better than any coffee, or caffeine-rich tea in this instance, since he so rarely drank the former unless he was being polite. He didn’t just roll his window down - he had his door open, ready to step out and really, truly, drink it in.

“We’ll worry about all that later, love,” He said. Figure, schmigure, who could think when they had this view in front of them? Flotsam might have been able to see the Northern Lights in Alaska, a beautiful place, but he had too much on his mind at the time to enjoy it. Thomas hoped he could take some of the thoughts that were going through his mind for him now. Suck them out like a vacuum cleaner, to be thought about at a later date.

He was out the same time Flotsam was, taking no time at all to walk to the front of tthe car and to lean against the bumper, it still being warm from the engine inside of it. He took Flotsam’s hand and rubbed his thumb lovingly over the back of it, leaving no gesture too simple.

“That is .. I think … the most purple thing that I’ve seen since Kuzcotopia,” Thomas had to admit. And it was absolutely gorgeous, more than enough to shoot thoughts of their friend out of his mind and just focus on breathing in this moment, the salty air, the endless amount of stars, all of it. Letting his mind just go blank and really soak it in the way that it felt like man was really supposed to.

[dokifluffs]

Gentle Night | Daichi, Iwaizumi

Pairings: Daichi X Reader (female), and Iwaizumi X Reader (female) 

Genre: sweet, soft comfort fluff for y/n

Author’s Note: a nice lil night for Y/N after an emotional day tehe 

Warnings: Pregnant! reader, all post time skip

Gentle Night | Suga, Tsukishima // Gentle Night | Suna, Sakusa

Daichi:

The sweet, slow music drifted all around your two bodies in the dark kitchen, the only source of light coming from a single lamp post outside in the middle of the street, peeking through the curtains

The light was distorted by the shower of rain, tapping what almost sounded like to the steady rhythm of the song

Daichi held you close, his hands resting on the side of your belly, his fingers intertwined at your waist

You rest your head on his shoulder, your side leaned into his front side as he swayed the two of you to the music as time became an illusion, the world outside of the walls of the house became non existent

It felt like you were melting- like everything was melting together and away

He rest his head on yours, his hands occasionally caressing your arm or your side, or belly

This was all you needed

Your hand travelled up and down his back at your own, arrhythmic pace, taking in all the warmth you needed to mend you back together

“Are you okay?” His voice was hushed and gravelly, the words falling from his lips tickled your ears. “Do you wanna go up and sleep?”

“Can we stay like this a bit longer?” You murmured, barely louder than the music but he heard it all

“Of course, but you should sleep soon, honey… you’ve had a rough day,” he paused his sways for a brief moment as he said this, cupping your cheek in his hand

Warmth further spread within his body as you nuzzled your face to his touch, in need for more of him

“I just need you,” you spoke into his palm, kissing it as he leaned close, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, pecking it a second time before he pulled back

You rest your head back in it’s place on his shoulder, letting him take the lead as the two o you swayed, standing in the same place of the tiled kitchen

Subtle music played from his phone on the table as the rain mixed with the calm vibe, washing away all the emotions from earlier today

Iwaizumi: he’s a trainer 

“I-it hurts, Hajime,” you whimpered into his shoulder as another tear rolled down your cheek, into the fabric of his shirt, your hands gripping at the bottom edges of his shirt at his sides

The two of you sat facing each other in the living room, with your body leaned into his, his arms looped around yours

“I know but this will help, just relax the best you can,” he rubbed your back momentarily before returning back to his careful massage, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple

“You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay,” he soothed your cries,  carefully pressing the pads of his fingers into the tense muscles of your back, doing his best to loosen the tight muscles and tendons

You winced in pain as he reached your upper back, your fingers tightening around the waist of his shirt as your back naturally straightened at the pain

“Shh, I know, baby, I know, just let me loosen you up,” his voice was so gentle in your voice, his brow furrowed as he worked on your back

It genuinely hurt him to see you in so much pain through this pregnancy, he wanted to do so much for you

You did the best you could, relaxing in Hajime’s embrace as his skilled hands carefully on your back, veins protruding all over his forearms

You took in his scent, burying your tired eyes into his shoulder, biting on your lip as he massaged, the pain progressively getting better over time

Iwaizumi loosened as much as you could, your hands never letting go do him, not even releasing your hold on his shirt

“Hey,” he nuzzled the back of your head with his finger, turning his head to look down to you

“You did so much better this time, baby,” his heart melted followed by a bitterness when he saw how swollen your eyes were, wanting to so badly to take this pain away from you

Tears welled up in your eyes the longer you looked into Iwaizumi’s the love in his words and touch were beyond sweet at this point, he made your heart beat faster and faster

“Hajime,” you cooed as you cried even more, your face falling into his shoulders as you wept, his hands resting on your back, brushing down your back instead of massaging you this time

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he chuckled. “I’m only doing my job as your husband,” he moved the two of you subtly side to side

“Seeing you in pain, pains me, baby.” 

He held you close, the rest of the night, not letting you go through any more pain alone

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Lupin III - The Castle of Cagliostro, and its extremely gay and romantic title scene

Hello everyone, this is your new installment of��“Elliott rambles about her fandoms”!

Today I am going to be talking (well, mostly yelling) about the opening credits of Lupin III - The Castle of Cagliostro.

Because I’ve rewatched that movie almost two weeks ago, and I’m still going into a fit of hysterics every time I so much as think about it.

[Image description: Lupin and Jigen sitting in front of the Fiat, with a small nomad cooking space set up. It is night, Lupin is reading a map and Jigen is holding a pan above a small gas stove. The lighting is dim and comes only for the stove. The subtitles of the song lyrics read “My love for you burns”]

https://twitter.com/spacequeenemily/status/1118274079662977025?lang=en

This Twitter link is the only video of the title scene I could find online; the image quality is a bit low but at least it’s the full scene. Please watch it, I promise you won’t regret it.

Fair warning: long post with much capslock, very swearing.

Okay, so.

The lyrics of this song, Fire Treasure, go more or less like this (from the subtitles of the movie, which I assume are the official translation) :

I want to go with you, searching for happiness / No matter how hard the road or how the night may grow cold / I just want to wander on with you

Who else is there to comfort and hold / This lonely traveler when their heart grows cold? / Who else but you can make all my dreams come true?

Like a raging fire my love for you burns / All I want is for you to know how I feel / Make me your prisoner and never let go

(additional lyrics which are on the wiki but not in the title sequence)

You, who wander the wasteland  / I want to let you sleep / The shooting star is for you

I want only you to understand / This love of mine that blazes with flames / I'll clear away the enigmatic mist

You can find the official japanese lyrics here on the Lupin III fandom wiki.

Now this is a pretty basic love song, and we know most of the theme songs in this series are love songs and it doesn’t always mean anything (looking at you, Red Jacket opening theme). The music itself (without the lyrics) is used several times during the movie, especially in scenes with Lupin and Clarisse; and reused later in several movies involving similar dynamics.

But the only time the whole song, with lyrics, plays in The Castle of Cagliostro, it’s during the opening credits / title sequence. Aka, Lupin and Jigen’s road trip.

Yeah. This longing, yearning love song about a lonely traveler and the person who silently loves them and wants to follow them through all the troubles of the road and look for happiness by their side... Is played along with of a video of Jigen and Lupin traveling together.

And oh, if only it was just that...

It could have been two guys being bros, two friends having a fun road trip together. They could have shown the banter and playful fights between them that we see in the rest of the movie. But NO. THIS is what they gave us instead:

[The silhouettes of Jigen and Lupin sitting on and leaning against the Fiat, with a boat in the background and an orange sunset-like sky]

[the Fiat driving on a narrow bridge in the middle of an expanse of water glistening and reflecting the pink and purple sky]

[Lupin lying on his back in the grass, and Jigen sitting near him and cooking in front of a small portable gas stove, the Fiat parked next to them. It is night, and the gaz stove gives a soft glow, the only source of light in the picture.]

[Lupin sitting on the roof of the Fiat and Jigen standing left of it. They are waiting for a train with wooden wagons to pass. There are white flowers in the foreground on the right of the screen.]

[Night time, on a backdrop of dark blue sky with white stars. Lupin is sitting on the roof of the Fiat, lighting a cigarette (the Fiat itself isn’t in the frame). Jigen is standing near him, smoking a cigarette, with only his head visible. The subtitles of the song lyrics write “Make me your prisoner and never let go”.]

[The same scene from a different angle, the Fiat is now visible, with grass in the foreground, Lupin is seen from the back and Jigen from head to feet. The dark blue sky is fading into white at the bottom, suggesting sunrise.]

They could have given us a fun, “straight pals being bros” road trip. Instead, they decided to give us a soft, nostalgic ambiance, with orange and pink sunsets, the boys wistfully looking into the distance under a starry night sky, smoking cigarettes together in silence, with the soft glow of a shared meal around a campfire. THEY MADE THE CHOICE TO MAKE THIS AS FUCKING ROMANTIC AS POSSIBLE. THEY WILLINGLY MADE THAT DECISION.

We all know that this franchise’s subtext is not exactly subtle in establishing, to name just one obvious example, Jigen’s orientation (hum hum kabuki-related slang, hum hum bootleg playboy magazine, hum hum shameless flirting with burly soldiers).

But THIS. This isn’t a “I hate women” joke. This isn’t a two-second frame showing a bootleg gay pinup magazine. This isn’t a subtle parallel between Lupin’s relationships with Fujiko and with Jigen. This is the most OBVIOUS and EXPLICIT bit of subtext I have ever seen in this goddamn subtext-packed series. This is A FUCKING LOVE SONG, WITH THE WORDS “MY LOVE FOR YOU BURNS” EXPLICITLY IN IT, PLAYED ON A VIDEO OF JIGEN AND LUPIN ON A ROAD TRIP WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC AND SOFT VISUALS POSSIBLE. ONE MINUTE AND FIFTY FIVE SECONDS OF TYPICAL ROMANTIC SCENE WITH TYPICAL ROMANTIC VISUALS AND A FUCKING LOVE SONG.

This can’t be an accident. You can’t accidentally make a scene like this. I mean come on, “Like a raging fire my love for you burns, I just want you to know how I feel” with a panning shot of a starry night sky and Lupin and Jigen silently sharing a smoke? HOW DO THEY THINK WE ARE GOING TO INTERPRET THIS? IS THERE ANY OTHER POSSIBLE FUCKING INTERPRETATION THAN “JIGEN IS MADLY IN LOVE WITH LUPIN?“ NO THERE ISN’T. THERE FUCKING ISN’T.

They go and try to tell us that Lupin and Jigen are just friends, they give Jigen barely believable female love interests whom he has little to no chemistry with, they write Jigen getting angry when he thinks Lupin might be gay, and then they turn around and make THIS. FUCKING. TITLE SEQUENCE.

It kills me because IT’S CANON but also it’s not! They’re not stating that Jigen loves Lupin, they’re not confirming that they’re a couple, at no point in the 50 years of existence of this damn franchise has either of them explicitly declared that they were in love with the other, and that is most likely never going to happen. But this fucking scene exists. This fucking scene is CANON, and it’s technically still subtext, but it is the most OBVIOUS and IN YOUR GODDAMN FACE subtext EVER.

Disclaimer: I agree that most of the anime and movies’ (still relatively un-subtle) subtext can be disregarded or interpreted as platonic if you want, and I absolutely respect anyone’s desire to interpret them as platonic friends. All visions and interpretations can coexist. That being said, I’m sorry but for this specific scene I will not, ever, budge from the position that it is a fucking romantic love scene and that there is no other possible interpretation, I’m sorry but just FUCKING LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME THIS ISN’T MEANT TO BE ROMANTIC. I DARE YOU.

This scene is just at the VERY LIMIT of explicitly stating Jigen and Lupin’s love. But it’s STILL NOT EXPLICIT. The song says “I love you” but neither Jigen nor Lupin does. The song on its own could relate to any number of characters (and in the rest of the movie it relates mostly to Clarisse, and more generally to all the girls Lupin leaves behind). The video without the music, while being very sweet and having a romantic vibe, could still be interpreted as a road trip between friends. And yet. AND YET. They made the conscious decision to put THAT SONG with THESE IMAGES. And to then “leave it to our interpretation”.

The Castle of Cagliostro was the second movie of the Lupin III franchise. It came out in 1979, not even ten years after the first episode of the anime aired. This is one of the establishing movies of the franchise, the one that propelled Lupin III on the international scene, the door through which generations of fans have been introduced to the series. A now iconic and unmissable pillar of the pop culture myth that Lupin III has become, a jewel of hand-drawn animation, produced by one of Japan’s most internationally well known animated movie director, future founder of one of its most iconic studios.

This isn’t a “blink and you’ll miss it” nudge in an largely forgettable TV special with weird chara designs and a plot created by writers seemingly on crack. This isn’t a subtle nod to long time fans and shippers like Part 5 did in 2018. This is the FUCKING TITLE SEQUENCE of the CASTLE OF MOTHERFUCKING CAGLIOSTRO by HAYAO GODDAMN MIYAZAKI. AND IT’S A LOVE STORY.

It’s been a week and a half, guys. And I still want to scream. I will never be free. Lupin and Jigen are in love and the world needs to know.

[ughseoks]

asterismos ⋆ 4

PAIRING; jungkook x reader

GENRE; angst, fluff, eventual smut / enemies to lovers / fantasy au

RATING; 18+

WORD COUNT; 4k

WARNINGS; swearing, weapons, blood, injury, fighting, ~magic~

SUMMARY; As far as you’re concerned, things like magic, prophecies, and fate are nothing more than fairytales. But when you accidentally bind your soul to a mysterious amulet you found at an antique shop, a group of seven warriors from a magical world inform you that you now hold the key to saving them all. The fate of the realm Elodia now rests in your hands, and you realize that you couldn’t have been more wrong.

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Author’s note at the end!

“You know she’ll never join you, right?”

The man scoffs at the statement coming from the Elodian collapsed on the ground behind the metal bars of the cell. “You shouldn’t speak of things you know nothing about. I know that she’ll choose the right side; she’s my sister.”

The Elodian in the cell’s returning smile is a broken one. “Your time away from Earth has caused a rift to form between the two of you. She doesn’t even think you’re alive.” He stops to cough, the sound grating against the other man’s ears. “But beyond that, she’s no longer the little girl you once knew. Unlike you, she didn’t grow into a person driven by hatred and revenge. No matter what her relation to you is, she would never turn her back on innocent people. Your father holds no power over her decisions—although I’m afraid I can’t same the same about you.”

“Don’t you dare speak of my father in that way.” A wild look dances in the man’s eyes as he takes a few steps towards the occupied cell. “He was a man with a vision. You and the rest of the world were—and still are—too blinded by your foolish ideas to see it.”

The man behind bars smirks. “Those are bold words coming from someone who’s only half Elodian.”

An angry roar escapes the taller man as he thrusts his fist into the rocky wall beside him, a sickening crunch resounding in the small chamber upon impact. He lets out a small grunt of pain and allows his arm to drop back to his side. A soft blue light begins to emit from the wound, the broken skin and bone expertly weaving itself back together. When the glowing finally stops and all that’s left on his skin is dried blood, a tense sigh escapes the man’s lips, the angry glint in his eye giving away just how unstable he is despite his calm exterior.

“You were a fool for giving her the amulet. I know that she’ll choose my side in the end.” He turns to exit the dark room, only pausing to throw a final comment over his shoulder. “The glamour you placed on her is wearing off. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Which one…” you trail off, your eyes scanning the various weapons laid out before you, “Which one should I, uh, try first?”

Seokjin shrugs. “Whichever you want to, Y/N. You’ll know when you pick the right one.”

You nod slowly and continue to gaze at the various sharp, slicey, and spiky things being presented to you. The boys are peeking over your shoulder, and as much as you need their guidance for this, you also feel a bit overwhelmed with the amount of pressure on you. What if you make a fool of yourself trying to wave around Namjoon’s enormous greatsword? What if you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot with Hoseok’s bow?

You’re shaken out of your thoughts when Taehyung lays a large hand on your shoulder. “I know that this all feels a little overwhelming, but you don’t have to be embarrassed or worried about your lack of training, alright? We’re here to help you.” His voice is soft and soothing, and you find yourself feeling a little  more confident with his gentle encouragement.

You nod and take a deep breath before stepping forward to pick up a small throwing knife. Taehyung grins at your choice, stepping forward to demonstrate how to use them. You attempt to copy his expertly executed movements, but the knives all end up scattered across the ground rather than stuck in a tree.

“At least they didn’t end up stuck in any of us,” Taehyung jokes and ruffles your hair.

Slowly but surely, you make your way through every option until you’re left with Jungkook’s weapon—a broadsword.

None of the weapons have really clicked with you so far. Although you feel a little bit like you’re living out one of your childhood fantasies when you swing the various swords and knives around your body, none of them feel quite right in your gentle hands. The weight of them resting in your palm is foreign, and despite your best efforts, you just can’t seem to find a weapon that works with you.

When you raise the (almost comically) long sword into the air to test it out, you note that you can feel Jungkook’s presence from where he stands only a few feet away. Chancing a glance over at him, you’re surprised to see that instead of the irritated or exasperated expression you were expecting, he’s wearing a look that almost seems interested.

With a determined huff, you attempt to swing the sword in a wide arc, only to fall onto your behind when the unexpected weight knocks you off balance.

“It’s useless,” you sigh and hand the sword over to Jungkook with a downcast gaze, “The human in me just… cancels out the ‘warrior’ part of being Elodian, I guess.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Hoseok interrupts, “That isn’t necessarily true, Y/N. There’s still something we haven’t tried.”

“If it’s another weapon, it probably won’t end well,” you pout. “I think it’s pretty clear that big, sharp, pointy things aren’t really my specialty.”

“They aren’t mine either.”

You turn to look at Jimin. He’s standing a few feet away with his arms crossed against his chest, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. When your brows furrow in confusion, he drops them to his sides with a chuckle, taking a few steps forward to close the distance between the two of you.

“I never had an affinity for ‘big, sharp, pointy things’ when I was training to be a warrior,” he explains. You don’t appreciate his usage of air quotes around the former part of his sentence. “That’s why I turned to magic. It came way more naturally to me than physical weapons ever did. You might be the same way, Y/N.”

“Y-You think I could be a magic user? Even though I’m only half Elodian?”

Jimin shrugs. “We won’t know until we try. Here, give me your hand.”

Jimin’s fingertips are soft against your skin, the palm of his hand pressed to the back of yours. He crouches on the ground and guides your hand so it’s resting on the green grass below. Despite being warmed by the sun, the grass is still slightly damp from the morning dew, the small droplets wetting your fingertips where they press against the soft blades.

“Close your eyes,” Jimin murmurs from beside you, shifting his hand so his fingers are nestled between yours as you follow his instructions. The grass pokes at the palm of your hand from where it sticks out of the cool soil, and if you weren’t holding your breath in anticipation of what Jimin is about to do, you might’ve giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“I want you to picture a flower. It can be any kind you want; just make sure you stick with the one you choose.” He pauses for a moment to let you decide before speaking again. “Have you chosen?” You nod. “Okay. Now, I want you to create a clear picture of that flower in your mind. Be as detailed as possible, like you’re looking at the real thing right in front of you.”

Your eyelids flutter closed as you follow his instructions, your brow knit in concentration. Jimin’s hand is warm on top of yours, and as the image of the flower in your mind grows clearer, the heat from his hand grows warmer along with it. Tingles of warmth climb up your arm all the way to your shoulder, your heart rate increasing as the sensation grows stronger.

After a few seconds, the feeling of the grass on the underside of your palm begins to increase from a light tickle to a steady pressure—it takes you a moment to realize that it feels like something is growing beneath your hand.

When the pressure ceases, Jimin retracts his hand from yours, allowing you to pull your own hand away once your eyes are open again with a gasp.

“Did I…” you trail off as you stare at the beautiful tiger lily sticking out of the ground where your hand once was. The vibrant orange hues of the petals are just as bright as you imagined them—brighter than any tiger lily you’ve ever seen in real life. “Did I do that?”

Jimin nods whilst smiling proudly.

You gulp, “I… but you helped me, didn’t you? When your hand was on top of mine.”

“Here in Elodia, our full powers and connection to the magical realm must be ‘awakened’ by a magic user,” Hoseok speaks up, “Jimin awakened yours.”

“All I did was teach your body how to tap into its magical abilities,” Jimin smiles, “The rest of it was all you.”

“Woah…” You trail off and reach out a hand to touch the flower. The petals are soft against your fingertips—and surprisingly warm, too.

“Jungkook, wasn’t your awakening flower a tiger lily too?” You hear Taehyung speak up from beside you, a knowing smirk lighting up his face.

“Yes.” If the blush on his cheeks means anything, Jungkook seems uncomfortable with Taehyung’s line of questioning.

“You know what they say about matching awakening flowers…” The blue-haired man trails off meaningfully as Jungkook shoots him a glare.

“Shut up, Tae.” Jungkook growls the command, but there’s no real malice behind it, and Taehyung simply snickers in response.

“What are awakening flowers?” You pipe up from your spot on the ground below. In all honesty, you’re starting to feel a little bad about asking so many questions all of the time—but you’re in a totally different realm where magic exists. You’re bound to have at least a few questions.

“They’re the first flower that an Elodian grows during their magical awakening,” Namjoon supplies helpfully. “Taehyung was referring to the popular belief that having identical awakening flowers is a sign of being each other’s Bonded.”

Jungkook is blushing furiously now, his gaze trained on the ground at his feet. You don’t blame him—you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as well.

“It’s just a myth, though,” Seokjin reassures you before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Lots of people have similar awakening flowers. No need to worry about being Bonded with grumpy over there.”

“Hey! I am not grumpy, hyung—”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not!”

“Are you two going to keep arguing?” Yoongi interjects with a sigh, “Or can we get on with saving Elodia?” Jin stifles a chuckle at the angry look on Jungkook’s face, only to let out a yelp when the youngest juts out an arm to elbow him in the stomach.

“Anyways,” Jimin smiles at you, “I think that you have a lot of potential. I would love to train you and teach you how to use your magic to its full extent—that is, if you want me to.”

“I…” you trail off, unexpectedly strong emotions bubbling up in your throat.

Maybe it’s because for the first time since you’ve arrived in Elodia, you feel as if you just might belong here.

“I would love to train with you, Jimin.” You get a little choked up at the end of your sentence. Jimin’s gaze softens, and the amount of love that you see sparkling in his deep brown eyes is enough to open the floodgates.

Tears begin to slip down your cheeks, the salty droplets leaving streaks as they fall relentlessly. You do your best to wipe them as they fall, but it’s of no use—they’ve already seen your tears, and you’re too emotional to keep them at bay.

“I just…” you sniffle, “The entire time I’ve been here, I’ve felt like a burden. Like I’ve been holding you back and somehow preventing you from completing the mission. But now—now I feel like… like I can finally do something to help other than just... stay out of the way.”

Jimin nods in understanding. “You’re not useless, Y/N, even though you often believe yourself to be.”

“Thank you.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but you know they hear it anyways.

“So, Jimin will work with you on your magic skills,” Namjoon speaks up after a few moments of silence, “And those will most definitely prove useful in our journey, I have no doubt. However,” he sighs, “I believe that there is still the matter of your lack of hand to hand combat skills—which will inevitably be crucial to your survival at some point in the future.”

You nod. “Can’t Jimin just help me with that as well? Since he’ll already be teaching me magic.”

“I don’t think I’m the best suited to teach you,” Jimin frowns. “Although I can most definitely defend myself, I’m not the person you should be learning from—especially considering that we have such little time to prepare you for what’s to come.”

“Jungkook can teach her.”

You turn to face Seokjin fast enough to feel a twinge of pain in your neck. But before you can say anything, Taehyung is already speaking up.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Seokjin?”

You flinch, expecting Jungkook to scoff. But he never does. Instead, he looks ashamed, gaze downcast as he clears his throat nervously.

“What happened last time… it won’t happen again.” He lifts his head to lock gazes with Seokjin, a hard look of determination set on his face. “I promise.”

“Y-You really don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

“Nobody is forcing him to help, Y/N,” Seokjin cuts you off with a reassuring smile, “He volunteered.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook is looking everywhere except you, the tips of his ears tinged red. You have to fight to keep from staring at him in shock.

“Shouldn’t she have her own blade?”

Your attention is pulled away from Jungkook at Yoongi’s question-comment, a curious look in your eyes. “Am I even allowed to have one? Aren’t they only given to warriors?”

“You are a warrior,” Hoseok smiles, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Sure, you need a little training, but the mentality of a warrior is what’s most important—and you have far more courage than you seem to know.”

What the hell is with these insanely attractive men complimenting you? You swear, you’re going to have a heart attack one of these days.

“It’s not that I disagree,” Namjoon interjects, “But where are we even going to find her a blade? They’re normally gifted during our warrior officiation ceremonies, and

“I have one she can bond with!”

Namjoon turns to Taehyung in shock, his look of disbelief mirrored on the other six Elodians in the group. “Taehyung! That—That’s illegal! Why the hell do you have a spare sacred blade?”

Taehyung shrugs. “Someone dared me to steal it a few years ago, so I did. I’ve been holding onto it since in case of an emergency like this.”

“You stole a sacred blade because of a dare?” Namjoon balks. “You could be stripped of your title as a warrior!”

“It was a triple dog dare! I couldn’t just chicken out!” Taehyung defends, “Plus, it came in handy, didn’t it?”

Namjoon lets out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe you. We’re going to have a serious talk sometime about who you choose to hang out with.”

“Okay, first of all, you’re not my dad. Second of all, Jungkook was the one who dared me to steal it, so why isn’t he the one getting in trouble?”

Jungkook makes a noise of protest when Namjoon’s sharp eyes land on him. “I was only kidding when I said it! I swear.”

“Liar,” Taehyung pouts, yelping when Jungkook gives him a harsh shove.

“Anyways,” Yoongi interrupts, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips, “Since Taehyung is conveniently in possession of a highly sacred blade, you can simply bond with it and use it as your own.”

“Bond with it?” You question, “How do I do that?”

“I’ll show you,” Jimin smiles, “Don’t worry; it’s really not that complicated. I’ll explain more tonight when you’re about to bond with it. Okay?”

You nod, and Seokjin reaches out to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Half-Elodian or not, you’re going to become a true warrior tonight, Y/N. Be proud.”

“Jimin. Could you be any more vague?” You mutter in frustration, “I know literally nothing about magic and sacred blades and Elodian sparkles and shit. You’re gonna have to be more specific than telling me to ‘let the blade take control’. Like, what does that even mean?”

Jimin raises an eyebrow at you as you continue to speak, mouth quirking up at the corner when you end your small speech with a frustrated huff. “I’m sorry that I can’t give you more concrete instructions, Y/N. But I’m telling the truth when I say that the blade will do most of the work for you, and this experience is different for everyone. It’s deeply intimate; the sacred blade is making a connection with your soul. I can’t tell you how your bond with it will form, only give you what I hope is helpful advice.”

You groan, dragging the palm of your hand across your face tiredly. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m nervous, I guess. What if I do it wrong?”

“It’ll be alright, I promise. Just the blade—and trust yourself. You’re part Elodian; I know you have it in you.” He reaches up to give your cheek a gentle pinch before taking a few steps back. “I’ll leave you to it. You may feel emotional when the bond is formed, and that’s completely normal. Just shout if something goes wrong, alright?”

“O-Okay. Thank you, Jimin,” you smile, eyes never leaving his back until he disappears from your vision altogether behind the trees.

Once you’re alone, the noise of the forest around you is nearly overwhelming. Excited chirping and the rustling of leaves assaults your senses, the subtle sounds mixing together into a cacophony of chaos in your mind.

“Focus,” you whisper to yourself, reaching into the satchel handed to you by Taehyung to pull out the sacred blade.

Your fingers wrap around the hilt of the knife, pulling it out of the satchel so gently that one might think it was made of glass. The blade itself is only a few inches long, the sleek, black material glinting in the moonlight that filters through the tree leaves above.

Allowing your eyes to fall shut, you take a deep breath and try to focus on the way the blade feels in your hand; the grip is surprisingly soft against the skin of your palm, and it almost feels like it’s moulding to fit the shape of your hand.

As the seconds pass by, you begin to feel a tingling in the hand gripping the knife, the feeling growing in intensity until shivers are suddenly wracking your body. You open your eyes at the onslaught of sensations, eyes flying open when what feels like a bolt of electricity shocks you to your core.

When you open your eyes, you aren’t met with an image of the forest bathed in milky moonlight. Instead, you see a beautiful array of bursting colors—some of which you didn’t even know existed. They’re vibrant and filled with every emotion you’ve ever felt to the strongest degree; it feels like you’re tangled in the threads that weave your very soul together, but in the most beautifully inexplicable way.

It feels like years rather than moments before the colors fade and you’re left standing alone in the clearing. When you glance down at the knife in your hand, you’re shocked to see that it’s extended to become the length of your forearm, a swirling magenta pattern snaking around the meat of the blade as opposed to the blue lines in Jimin’s knife.

“Y/N?”

You glance up to see Jimin watching you carefully, a gleeful grin spreading on his face when he notices the glowing blade in your hand.

“You did it!” he cheers, running up to you to wrap you in his tight embrace. He pulls away moments later, hands immediately coming up to wipe away the tears on your cheeks that you didn’t know you’d been shedding. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve come so far.”

“I’m a warrior,” you giggle, causing a bubbling laugh to fall from Jimin’s lips in return. “I-It’s so pretty, Jimin. And I feel… I’ve never felt… when it bonded with me…”

Jimin nods in understanding. “Your emotions are probably going to be running a little high until you get some rest. It’s expected after performing such an intimate ceremony.” He reaches out his hand for you to take, squeezing your palm comfortingly when you interlace your fingers with his. “Come on. I know a place where you can be alone with your thoughts for a little while; you probably need it.”

The place that Jimin shows you is beautiful. He parts with a gentle goodbye and a promise of returning within the hour, leaving you to take in the beauty of the scenery in stunned silence.

It’s a scenic overhang that gazes out across the expanse of the hilly forest of Elodia, a sea of glowing flowers illuminating the grass that sways in the gentle breeze. Seeing as the overhang isn’t shielded by any surrounding trees, a blanket of moonlight kisses everything you can see, the sight beautiful enough to nearly bring you to tears again.

You aren’t sure how long you sit out there, feet hanging over the edge of the rocky edge of the overhang when a voice announces its presence from just a few feet behind you.

“Is this seat taken?”

You nearly topple over the ledge at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, clearly not expecting to see him out of all people right now. Too shocked to speak, you simply shake your head no and scoot over a bit, holding your breath when he plants himself just a foot away from you.

“I wanted to say… that I’m sorry.”

That catches your attention, head swiveling to look at him with wide eyes. His gaze is focused on where his feet are swinging back and forth in the open air—a nervous habit that you seem to be mirroring.

“You’re… sorry?” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook nods. “I’m sorry. For the way I’ve been acting towards you. It’s—It’s unfair to you, and no matter what my personal feelings are regarding the situation, it doesn’t warrant me treating you so terribly. You didn’t ask for this, yet you left your entire life behind to fight for Elodia.”

“It’s not like I had much of a choice,” you mumble humorlessly. Jungkook tenses beside you.

“I know. But you’re still doing your absolute best to help, despite it all. Despite the treatment you’ve received from me.” He exhales slowly. “So I’m sorry. You’re not a burden, and you never were. I hope you can forgive me.”

“Jungkook…” you murmur, trying to find the “I…”

“It’s alright; you don’t have to say anything.” He finally looks up at you. “But I’ll make it up to you. I promise I will. Nothing bad is going to happen to you again; not on my watch. You’re Elodia’s last hope.”

He pulls his feet back up onto the ledge and stands before extending his hand out for you to take. You stare at his outstretched palm for a few moments before acquiescing and allowing him to pull you up from your spot on the ground.

“We should head back so you can get some rest,” he says once he releases your hand, nodding in the direction of the campsite in the woods. “We have a long journey ahead of us.”

a/n; wow. it has been quite a long time since i’ve updated this fic. i’m sorry that this update is so short & for it taking so long :( school has been A Lot & i’ve been working really hard on a big project to post later this month. but! i finally got off my ass and finished writing this chapter. think of it as an early christmas gift.

i apologize for any inconsistencies 🥺 it has been a long while since i dusted off this fic & worked on it, so not all of it is fresh in my brain. i also did not edit this before posting so i’m sorry for that too. i’m also sorry for how utterly horrible the pacing is for all the previous chapters bc i went in and reread them a while ago and... oof. ya girl really rushed that ish. maybe one day i’ll get to rewriting them so they’re better <3

TLDR; thank y’all so much for continuing to support this fic even though it’s been slow going with updates. your encouraging comments keep this fic alive 🥺 i love y’all!!! idk when the next update will be but i’ll do my best to have it out as soon as i can.

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Elsa powers appreciation (part 1 of 3) - Creating things from ice/snow

Happy 7th Anniversary, Frozen (1)! 

I’ve wanted to do this post for a long time. This post is entirely original, I have not read posts like this or browsed the Frozen wiki (I am assuming there’s an entry there on Elsa’s powers)

I’ve written down every single occurrence of Elsa’s powers in the 2 movies and 2 shorts and analyzed that long list in order to create this post. I won’t bore you with that list unless you want to see it.

I believe that we can categorize Elsa’s powers into 3 main groups: 1. Creating things from ice/snow; 2. Freezing (and the opposite, melting) and 3. Movement/kinetic energy (and the opposite, not moving in situations where movement is expected) I will post 3 separate posts so as to keep each post to a readable length.

Creating things from ice/snow

- with 2 exceptions, the first being light (as in, glowing, bright light). The second is her dresses which start as ice, but become cloth permanently. Let’s get started!

1. Small objects

From L to R: small snowball, ice bowtie for Olaf, ice table, snow teddy bear

2. Small but very intricate objects

The first 3 are cake toppers from Frozen Fever for Anna’s birthday. Notably, Elsa makes each of them in milliseconds, she is that fast! Note the beautiful detail. I have always wanted to own a figurine of #2. In the rightmost pic, is the ice sextant that she made for the little girl. Some in the fandom believe that this is a fully functional sextant with moving parts, signifying that our Queen has mechanical knowledge of the workings and tiny parts of a nautical sextant! I believe so!

3. HUGE structures

1st row: the beautiful ice staircase that she makes. She was testing out her powers for the first time to make something so big and beautiful, and the staircase starts as snow and as she steps on it, re-forms into beautiful chiseled ice. Amazingly she does this as she is running, her powers are just so fast! Next to the stairs are 2 images of the ice castle, which needs no explanation - it is HUGE, has multiple stories, inner chandeliers and fountains, stairs, doors etc

2nd row: the ice “ramp” she makes to try to run over the crashing waves of the Dark Sea. Next to it: the humongous ice wall she (and Nokk) made to stop the tsunami tidal wave from destroying the castle. This could arguably be larger than the ice castle? Again, the speed with which she creates the “ramp” and the wall is breathtaking. She also demonstrates that she can dissolve and remove what she has created when she does that to the ice wall.

4. Light

Elsa’s magic is always accompanied by bright light, but sometimes her icy creations stay lit up. On the leftmost, is the icy trail she left as the royal family galloped to the Trolls. This trail led to Kristoff finding the trolls! Fate. 

Secondly, we have the trail “markings” that she made to guide everybody back home after finding Olaf in OFA. In OFA we also have the giant ice Christmas tree, which glows from its own core. This tree also sends a burst of light into the surrounding trees and they glow with tiny crystals of light, which some have said is a foreshadowing of Frozen 2′s ice crystals. 

In the last screencap, we have the scene in the forest where the girls discover and acknowledge their Northuldran roots. (Director Chris Buck said that the glowing light comes from Elsa in the ITU documentary - I used to think it was Gale but if Buck said it, it’s canon)

5. Living creations

One of Elsa’s most amazing, if not THE most amazing of her powers, is her ability to create sentient life! Think about it! Arendelle has no need for an army since she can make an army of Marshmallows! On a more thought provoking note, since she brought Olaf back to life because “water has memory”, can she create facsimiles of humans based on the same principle? Can she make copies of herself to do menial tasks?

a. Olaf

I have no screencaps for Olaf, because, who needs them? Haha. What can Olaf do? Let’s see - he has a personality, a sense of humour, intelligence, a soul, musical ability, the ability to separate and control his parts independently and re-form his parts together, his wooden arms can move (how does THAT work?) and he has a “digestive” system of sorts! Olaf can also make his ice glow slightly (he does this in his recap of F1 when acting out the part about Anna freezing to death) and he can breathe out an icy breath (in the same scene).

b. Marshmallow

As an entity independent from Elsa, I’m amazed that Marshmallow can control his own form, in a “Hulk”-like way. When he is angered or threatened, he is able to grow 1) spikes from his knees (compare 1st and 2nd screencaps) and 2) sharp teeth and spikes from his back! The last screencap shows that he can retract the teeth and spikes at will too! 

I didn’t have a screencap for it, but he can also roar a powerful icy breath (which he does at Kristoff and Anna)

c. Snowgies

The snowgies are amazingly able to work as a team. Look on the left - they have formed a “dome” and a number of them have “shot” themselves outwards like fireworks. And before this, they had been teaming up to oppose Kristoff and try to steal the cake. On the right, they are amazingly able to SPELL. Think about it! Even Olaf can’t spell at this point and these snowgies are like 5 seconds old!

6. Dress transformations

If we break it down, during Let It Go, Elsa is able to transform existing cloth (her coronation gown) into a different color and fabric entirely. Next, she forms a cape out of ice - but as I alluded to earlier, the icy cape turns into cloth. This is pretty mind boggling. We’re still not done with the cape - she makes snowflakes fly onto the cape and become incorporated into the cape. 

In Frozen Fever - Elsa transforms her blue gown into a green gown. She then does something PRETTY amazing - she takes Stargazer lilies from the vase and incorporates them into her cape! She has just turned an organic flower into fabric! (Some have wondered if she could do this to her enemies!! Turn them into “paintings”!!) 

For Anna’s dress - she changes the color of the sunflowers on Anna’s skirt and bolero from a dull yellow to a bright golden. She also causes 1 sunflower from the vase to fly and attach itself to Anna’s donut hair. (Elsa herself has affixed 1 lily to the right side of her hair) Note also that she is exhibiting her “kinetic” powers (telekinesis) here by making the flowers fly.

I’m not counting the Ahtohallan dress transformation here as I think that one is purely Ahtohallan magic.

7. Extracting memories from water

This power was introduced in Frozen 2 and some believe it is the 5th spirit’s power. From left to right: memories from Gale’s tornado that move and emit sound; stationary ice statues, also extracted from Gale’s tornado; the horrifying image of the parents at the point of their death - extracted from water in the ship and lastly, an enormous number of memories from Ahtohallan, which move and talk.

8. Special mention - the horse “bridle” and “reins” she uses to tame the Nokk

I have separated this from the rest because I find it amazing. Prior to this, she has never made something out of ice that is so flexible and strong. The bridle magically affixes itself to the Nokk despite his thrashing about; the reins are flexible and yet strong enough to bear her whole weight. (Arguably - she is also using some of her kinetic powers here to move her body - wait for post #3) 

I like to think that she’s almost like Peter Parker AKA Spider-man! She can shoot out flexible, sticky “string” and can swing from it!

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More Oni headcanons that I wanted to add on

to @ambrosial-tea post but I forgot until now!

There are different tribes of Oni as stated in the last post. Aka Oni (Red), Ao Oni (Blue), Shiro Oni (Pale/White), and our Kuro Oni (Black/Dark).

We don’t know too much of the Dark Oni we got but we do know that Oni were originally intended to be guardians between Material Plane and Spirit World when the two began overlapping (possibly The Grasslands/Departed, and Cursed Realm before they began separating). Put a tribe of Oni on the Material Plane for a couple years and they’d splinter into subraces of Oni and become more corrupted by the years. Dark Oni became one of the tribes corrupted.

Aka Oni are the most common type of Oni with their dark red colors, large size, and toughness. They’re slightly bigger than the rest of their kin, more violent, unfocused, and pursue immediate satisfaction, disregarding long drawn out plots and schemes. They’re mostly known for strength too.

Ao Oni are known for their unnatural cunning and aptitude for magic, smaller than their red kin but larger than pale, and have different shades of dark blue. They’re the ones you’d catch calculating and meticulously pursuing lofty goals like power and knowledge.

Shiro Oni are known for their aloofness and connections to the spirit realm. They’re the smallest of the main three tribes and the fewest of members. They vary from pale white to light gray. (They may as well adopt other Oni who share their colors and hopefully teach them their ideals.) Pale Oni would rather keep things in balance between the material plane and spirit world as the ancient Oni intended. They guard their locations but will adventure for artifacts of the spirit world and mend balance. If we take that into account perhaps they are another reason why Realm travel is difficult to Oni who try to cross through the any of the realms involving afterlives.

While Oni have no concept of gender since they have both reproductive organs, they also have no concept of sexualities either. Honestly they just didn’t have a name for it when one didn’t feel the need to have sex or when another felt more attracted to the same sex aspects of their partner. (If anything, their type of relationships or way of thinking would be looked up upon because they felt closer to their spirituality and their true selves.) Again they sometimes don’t mate for reproduction but just for the vibes of their partner.

They probably didn’t have a name for having multiple partners at the time either. If one Oni wanted to be a part of what the other two had and they were content with the feel of them, then it was okay. Plus more hands to help raise the cub personally. (Essentially that’s what PolyGarm would basically be. They make Garm happy, they’re happy with him, and Lloyd would basically have more than two parents. At this point Lloyd would just have more dads and Koko is just the one good mom he deserves.)

The second Oni learn what kisses are and how they work, they find it just as addictive as they do with other acts of affection.

Oni are more closer to their family than they are to strangers because in most Oni’s belief, strangers brought suffering to the family. In turn they displayed their family’s name first before their own, showing pride in them and hoping to intimidate any strangers with ill intent towards them.

Speaking of Oni names, they don’t usually have any but when they do their names would be what positive traits the parents wish the child to take on. For example, a son could have “Akihiko”. “Aki” meaning “bright” and “hiko” meaning “boy/prince”. They could want him to be someone brighter than they ever hoped for. For a daughter, “Asuna” with “asu” meaning “tomorrow” and “na” to “greens” or “apple tree”. Maybe the parents are hoping the Oni daughter would lead them to a more plentiful day. And then there’s the family names. The most famous ones are “Hideyoshi” and “Ishikawa”. We’ve heard of these names and the history behind them, I wouldn’t want to come across any of their descendants that carry their name with honor.

Ironically “Harumi” is actually a name for a female Oni in some home brewing lore. One of her meanings is “govern/rule” and “beauty”. Goes to show how far she would take her name literally.

Shiro Oni/Pale Oni don’t have names, but it’s because they don’t want to be too close to the material plane while they guard the spirit realms. They would refer to themselves and each other as “that/this one” instead like how gargoyles in the old days would. If they come up with names, it’s for the sake of working with others on the material plane, but even then it only happens when they really trust the people around them.

Oni have a large appetite that could put the Pythor and the Anacondrai to shame. They could honestly compete against the Great Devourer and other wyrms.

An Oni’s pair of horns are a sign of honor. No pair of horns are alike, not even the closest siblings’ horns look the same. They all have their differences. Their horn length is their pride. Having them sawed off is quite literally shameful to the owner of them but they did do something to deserve it.

It’s possible that some Oni were confused at Garm’s horns not being there at first but they hear about the first time they grew out of his head he quite literally broke them off and bled for a good long while to the point of passing out. (Blood vessels actually go throughout the antlers/horns in animals which is why they aren’t busted right off easily. Why wouldn’t they to Oni horns?) Come to find out it was the FSM’s hate for Oni that made Garm hate himself and how he looked so Garm had them filed down to his scalp or small enough to hide in his hair. It honestly almost hurts the Oni’s look on the FSM even more but hey who hasn’t he hurt? It takes a couple more decades and some therapy before he finally let’s go of his internalized self hatred and trauma that he grows out his horns and finally has pride in himself like most Oni already do.

So it’s not uncommon for Oni to live among other races, whether secretly or not, due to their shapeshifting abilities, however sometimes they’re immediately shunned when their true form slips out. Unless they proved otherwise to the most accepting of inhabitants, they’re allowed to stay. By then they’d have a hybrid appearance with their horns out, either out of their kindness to ease the others’ fear of them or for their own personal benefit.

Oni that do live on their own choose to live in the wilderness or in the mountains. If living in society but still wanting some sort of solitude, they’d either be closer to the outskirts or deep in the downtown where you’d either have to ask directions to specific people to find them or already know where they are. Hence Mistaké with her small tea shop and Wu being able find her.

As stated before Oni have no problems with Half-Oni at all. They’re just welcoming another cub into the pack and it’s just the fact that they are a child of an Oni who fell in love with another humanoid. Although there are some cases of Oni being chased out by the other race with their cub in their arms and they just run until they find the closest tribe. They’d be welcomed into the tribe and the cub is basically adopted by them.

Again half Oni isn’t a problem to them, but they do have a problem with any particular wizards experimenting on Oni breeding with any other humanoids. The know it’s not the parents’ fault neither is the cub’s. If neither parent want nothing to do with them, then the half Oni cub is taken off of their hands by another Oni who was grieving at a loss of a cub (or the realization they couldn’t have any) or a pairing who wouldn’t mind another. The cub won’t have a terrible environment, the parents won’t have to unwillingly interact with the child until they resolve their own issues or they wish to visit and see them grow.

Meanwhile, those wizards will never know peace again until the day they die, even other tribes, who they could be at war with, will catch wind of what happen and help in taking them out. By the time those wizards die, even the Pale Oni who have no ties with Omega or any other tribes won’t be forgiving to them. They won’t do anything too harmful to them, but they will lead them to the terrible part of the Cursed Realm and those wizards proceed to stay there until they fade out of existence entirely.

Enough angst there and let’s go back to fluff. I bet Oni would love dice. Like not even for games but for the click-clack sound. (“Lloyd. They’re metal dice. You cannot have—.” “Shiny sparkly metal bits make pretty sounds! :D” “Garmadon please tell your son not— Not you too!” “Wha~ It does sound pretty.”)

Y’all know how like adult lions play with their babies? They pretend to be hurt and that the cub is super strong to help build up their confidence. Hear me out, Oni do that too. Big goddamn Omega really be taking hits from tiny little cubs, Mistaké be playing with little Garmadon and playing dead on him, then Garm just does the same thing for little Lloyd. (“Koko, sweetie, help. It’s the battle of the century in here. Help, save me. He’s too powerful!” “*tiny war cry*”)

Someone makes a baby Oni cry one time and boy it’s absolutely over. It’s on sight for that person. I’m telling you On Sight!

Oni can purr loud enough to the point where it rumbles in them like a motor and that’s how cubs feel their parents’ purring. Then there’s baby Oni just babbling and the adult Oni just pretend to have a whole conversation with them. Don’t get me started on them playing soft flute music to help the toddler Oni sleep.

We probably only got a few words out of Omega when they first appeared because we were hearing them through human ears. Lloyd’s Oni brain would click on and translates what he knows while Garm in full Oni form can get full sentences out of Omega.

Oni are willing to learn a different language if it helps others understand them and their intentions. Now let’s just think of Lloyd connecting to his Oni side of the family (since let’s face it, the Oni are going to be around longer than most of his friends are) through teaching them sign language.

They also try to teach him their Oni tongue but he can only grasp a few words at a time easily. When he finally learns the language, next thing you know he’s going to be cursing and only Oni will understand. Some (aka Mistaké) want to scold him and others (*cough*Garmadon*cough*) find it hilarious.

Garmadon’s Oni-Dragon hybrid brain wants him to decorate his significant others and now I think of Oni just sharing the precious items they hoard with their mate. Wait till they figure out they can make jewelry and have their significant other wear it.