#rain code book of death

[sakura-code]

Brainrot 3

What if the Book of Death didn’t disappear when Yuma signed the contract, and multiple people were able to sign a contract with Shinigami overtime along with Yuma?

[cochidinh]

[moldsporr]

New raincode au just dropped

[rosenbergi]

If anyone out there has made fanart of Shachi I need you to send it to me immediately.

[m00ntunaart]

Mandalorian characters as Wings Of Fire dragons? Uh, YES PLEASE.

Welcome to stage 5 of "MoonTuna draws the most self indulgent nonsense that no one asked for".

But anyways, yeah! My rambling thoughts on the characters and this AU:

Din Djarin (NightWing):

I imagine Din as NightWing because in this AU I picture the Death Watch/Children Of The Watch as the NightWing Tribe. And after the Death Watch’s war against the other Mandalorians, they go into hiding on the volcano island (like the NightWings do in the WOF books).

And Din is the tribe’s Beroya (Hunter), so he’s one of the few selected from the tribe to leave the island through the hidden tunnels to go back to Pyrrhia to hunt food for the tribe. 

During one of these trips I imagine he find Grogu! Who in this AU is a human (scavenger)! Because if everyone is dragons in this AU, then it just makes sense that Grogu is the human instead lol. Plus then Grogu is still small enough to be in a satchel Din carries around, like in the show.

But Grogu still has his Jedi powers in this AU. Which has never been seen before in humans. Thus ‘The Mandalorian’ type shenanigans where Din takes Grogu around trying to figure out WTH is up with this infant human.

(Also side note: in this AU I still picture there being Jedi/force sensitive dragons (the Jedi Order probably works similar to The Jade Mountain Academy. Where the Jedi are from all the tribes and live in the Jade Mountain. 

Also in this AU NightWings DO have their mind reading/future seeing powers. But like in the books, they loose them once they move to the island and don’t know why.

ALSO ALSO Animus still exists! But they work more like Force Sensitive where it’s just born in some dragons, and isn’t necessarily hereditary. And it’s SUPER rare. So rare that many believe Animus’s don’t exist. (I imagine Anakin Skywalker is the first Animus in centuries))

Cobb Vanth (Sand Wing):

Cobb is super straight forward. He’s a SandWing because he’s a cowboy from Tatooine. Of course he’s SandWing. Though in this AU I imagine he’s a lot like Thorn from the books, in that he’s the Marshal/leader of a town (Freetown) in the desert that isn’t under the Sand Kingdom’s rule. Also I imagine he’s one of the first dragons Din meets when he goes out on his journey to find information on Grogu. (Since the tunnels from the NightWing Island to the Rain Forest to the Sand Kingdom are all connected basically).

Boba Fett (MudWing):

Okay so Boba just had to be a MudWing. He had to be. Though it was less because of Boba’s character and more because he’s a clone. The clones all being close to each other, having battalions, and calling each other brothers? Uh, that’s like MudWings in the books to a TEA. So yeah, the clone troopers in this AU are MudWings, hence Boba also is a MudWing lol. Though I also liked it because older Boba Fett (and the older clones we see in the shows) are a lot bulkier and muscled with age. They get DILF bodies is what I’m saying lol (except for like Hunter apparently, he gets to keep his twink dad body). So the big MudWing body type works well for Boba and the clones. 

Fennec Shand (RainWing):

Fennec to me was a RainWing MOSTLY because as an assassin, her being able to camouflage and make herself look like other dragons was super RainWing coded. Plus having the subtle but deadly RainWing venom just matched her energy so much. Plus I love the idea that Fennec is kinda a “outcast” in RainWing society. Her ‘resting’ colors are dark, she knows how to fight and kill and LIKES it. She left the Rain Forest because the RainWing life style was nothing like her personality (very Glory from WOF like). Plus it plays into the idea that no one expects her to be dangerous or competent because she’s a RainWing, and then she murders you violently while still looking like a goddess (is my Fennec love showing yet? lol). Plus it’s why she and Boba get along, he treats her from the start like the dangerous criminal she is, and not like some ditsy RainWing. Also idk how Boba and Fennec taking over Jabba the Hutt’s palace works in this AU, but if so Fennec is definitely the one mainly running the show from behind the scenes. She was born to micromanage.

[grimmsbride]

❛I’ll give you lessons, it’s so much to know. ❜ ⸺ Gojo Satoru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. satoru just wants to show you how different real sex and literature sex is.

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. self-indulgent. | reader is black coded & chubby | satoru teases a lot | pet names | i tried to keep this as realistic as possible so idk if this is boring i’m sorry | oral sex | fingering | reader is a virgin & is a little insecure about that | reader is also a smut writer | no penetrative sex | praise | minor overstimulation & dacryphilia | satoru is lowkey jealous of the book lol | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. i know there’s like plenty of virgin x experienced satoru fics but i just wanted to write this one based off my own experience. so yeah, hope you enjoy there may be a part 2. 3K+ WORDS & PLEASE EXCUSE GRAMMAR MISTAKES

Novels were so easy to get lost in. The moment your eyes landed upon a link of words you were lost to the world; glued to the seat underneath you for hours until your eyes demanded rest.

This was your current situation; glued to your bed, back pressed against the hill of plush pillows whilst your eyes skimmed the sentences within the book. You held the paperback delicately, lips parting every so often to giddily act out a piece of dialogue.

You loved books. Loved reading them, writing them, and much more.

What you didn’t love, was being interrupted while reading one.

The knock against your door was enough to cause your head to snap to it, bottom lip curled tight under your teeth as annoyance threatened to bubble over. With a heavy sigh you slumped into your pillows, “Yes, Satoru?” Your voice ranged monotone, something you used frequently whenever your beloved roommate and friend; Gojo Satoru, decided he needed attention during your reading time.

The door opened with haste, the tall white-haired male entering with a small frown. “You never sound excited to see me.” Satoru breathed, hand rising and lowering against his chest as if truly wounded by your behavior. An act that dissipated the moment you rolled your eyes— the man chuckling and entering the room fully to sit upon the corner of your bed. “I’m bored.. The rain killed all my plans.”

His complaints were barely registered the moment your eyes landed back to your book— a single mhm escaping you instead. A silence covered the room, feeling your bed sink as his long form stretched out upon the edge. Still, your eyes remained on the manilla pages; far too consumed in the utter debauchery playing before your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, Satoru didn’t let this slide for long; given his hand rose to poke the bottom of your foot.

You blinked harshly, lowering the book to cast a glare his way; Satoru’s eyes elsewhere as if innocent. The moment you returned to your book however— he poked you again, going in for a third one just for good measure.

Your legs slid up quickly, book falling to your lap as you glared at the man. “Satoru, how old are you?!”

“I’m bored..” He repeated, cheek sinking into your soft blankets as his pretty eyes stared up at you. Any other time you would have gave into the infamous pout, but not this time. You were enjoying your book far too much.

“Not my problem, find something safe to do.” You huffed, grabbing your book from your lap to slap Satoru’s reaching hand with.

With a quick recoil of his hand, the man sat up, huffing softly. “Like what?”

You groaned, leaning back against your pillows. “I don’t know, Gojo. Cook a dish, sleep, maybe read a damn book— just stop worrying me to death!”

Silence carried around the room for a moment, a bout of anxiety settling deep in your stomach at the man’s unreadable expression. Have I upset him? Was the single thought running in your mind. There were times he was unbearably annoying but again— Satoru was your friend and someone you held very dear.

“Sato—“

“I’ll read a book.” The man rose from your bed slowly with a soft sigh. This alone caused the small bout to quickly grow; your eyebrows furrowing and racking your mind for the perfect apology.

Until.. your beloved roommate and great friend snatched your book right from your hands— dashing out of your room before you could even blink.

Your eyes slowly widened as you registered the situation, fighting with your blankets to throw off as expletives escaped your lips rapidly. You were finally free from the web of comfort— rushing out of your bedroom towards where you loudly heard Satoru reading your book.

“His voice was husky, low; a tone that caused warmth to spread from my stomach all the way to my toes..”

“Satoru— give me back my book!” You rushed towards his spot standing beside the coffee table, watching him raise the book higher and crane his neck to continue to read; all while with a shit eating grin.

“He was close now, eyelids low with plump lips slick with my..” Satoru’s words slowed, eyebrows coming close together for a split moment. “— arousal.” His eyes were wide at this point, falling to your face which held a mix between embarrassment and anger.

The two of you watched each other for a moment, lips forming into a grin and the other a frown; the silence breaking the moment you groaned and landed onto the couch. Satoru quickly followed, snickering to himself as he quickly went back a page;

“Looks like I need to reread for the full effect..“

“Satoru, bite your tongue and die—“

Your harsh words were over shown by his downright maniacal giggling as he read over the pages, leaning back against the cushions. You spared a glance to spot the bright smile drawn across his features, glossy lips parting to softly read out the scene.

Another groan escaped you as you leaned back, balling up the shirt you wore in your hands. You shouldn’t be this embarrassed, really— or should you? Sex was sex, obviously; but it was a little different to be sexually active and simply being reading about. Plus, it was no secret you were a virgin— so you were sure you looked like a perverted hornball.

You wanted to die right then and there.

Soon enough, however; your stolen book made contact with your lap, which caused your eyes to open and land onto the culprit.

Whose grin was still intact.

“So that’s why you wanted me to leave so badly.”

“Satoru, please..”

The man snorted softly, dimples deep and turning to face you. “I’m not making fun of you [Name], it’s normal— it’s like a guy watching porn..” His eyes trailed off for a moment, dancing about the room before clicking back to you. “— Though I have to ask, is this the same stuff you spend time writing about?”

The heat growing within you was becoming too much, washing over your face and causing the embarrassment to dive deeper and deeper. “N—not all of it!” You huffed, eyebrows pinched close as you watched the man raise his hands defensively.

“Like I said I’m not judging either way. It’s just, interesting is all..” He shrugged to himself, leaning back against the cushions as his arms stretched out upon the couch. Satoru’s eyes flicked to your own, grin deepening the moment he noticed your bewildered expression. The man, as teasing as ever— leaned over just a bit closer. “Because you’re a virgin, that’s why.”

“Oh.” You spoke softly, eyes falling from his face to your lap, lips pushed close for a moment— the heat in your face seething at this point. “Well yeah, it’s uh.. ya know, my imagination so it kind makes up for.. lack of experience?”

Satoru stifled a short laugh, slinking away and facing forward. “Your smut is completely different from the real thing, though.” He claimed, tone teetering between cocky and just a tad playful.

You rolled your eyes as a soft obviously escaped your lips hearing the man chuckle. Satoru wasn’t wrong, you were sure real life sex and literature were completely different. From reactions down to positions, it was bound to be very distinct.

Still, the question of how different lingered within you.

Slowly your eyes rose from your lap to settle upon your roommate and great friend, only to suck in a breath the moment you noticed his gaze already upon you. Nervously you wetted your bottom lip, bringing your arms even closer to your chest.

“H..how different?”

Without missing a beat the man was turning to face you, one arm falling to his lap.

“I could show you.”

Satoru’s words took a moment to register, you being unable to hear anything but your rapid heartbeat. It felt as if you were lit on fire, staring up at the man who glanced down at you with clear intent swirling in his eyes. His hand remained on his lap, waiting patiently for a response from your quivering lips.

He was your friend and roommate too; he was supposed to nothing more and nothing less. Every alarm was going off in your head, stating getting entangled in such a way would be a bad idea all around.

But, you ignored them. Wholeheartedly. The stiff nod you gave a clear response.

Except Satoru wasn’t having that, scooting closer as he shook his head at you. “I’m not words on paper,” He spoke cooly, staring down at you carefully. “—I need you to say it.”

You struggled to hold his intense gaze, eyes dancing just about anywhere to avoid it. Your hands fell to the pajama bottoms you wore, carefully clearing your throat. “I… Want you to show me.” You spoke softly, finally glancing back up at the man.

You breathed softly as he drew closer, feeling his hand fall to your thigh to part and intrude the space between them. Satoru lowered towards you, your eyes fluttering shut the moment you two kissed.

It was a embarrassing how inexperienced you were; barely being able to keep up with his lips despite the already slow pace. Your hands rose to grasp his arms, eyebrows pinching close as his tongue treaded across your mouth. A soft moan escaped you, causing his tongue to slither in and tangle with your own.

It was a foreign feeling, one that caused your mouth to ache and for a flutter to occur between your thighs. You gasped softly as his hand slid off the couch to your back, carefully pressing against it and lowering you onto the couch.

Satoru’s long form hovered over you, hand smoothing across your thigh for a moment before rising to the waistband of your pants. It simply rested there as he continued to mark your mouth as his own; lathering his tongue in the wet cavern and sucking on your own appendage to hear you whine. By the time he released from the kiss, drool was trickling down the side of your mouth, lips a mess and red from his own.

You panted softly, watching as he rested on his haunches. Satoru’s other hand met your waistband, toying with the fabric for a moment before removing his hands all together.

The action caused you to raise your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek. “Satoru, are y—“

“‘M waiting until you take your pants off.” He said as if the answer was obvious. The man made a show of leaning back to sit on his ass, arms crossed infront of him.

Whether to show he meant business or to restraint himself was something you would never know nor care for seeing as you were currently groaning at his words. You knew your pants would be off in the end anyway, but something about him doing it would.. well, ease your nerves somehow? Who knows, you can’t find an excuse in the moment.

Especially not when the man is simply grinning at you, refusing to make a move until you listened to his request.

Knots formed in your stomach as you rose your bottom half off the couch a bit, thumbs hooking on your pants and panties and slowly tugging them down your legs.

About halfway Satoru was helping, clearly impatient despite the look he was giving you just a moment ago. He tossed the garments off to the side, turning back to spot your thighs closed tight together.

The man blinked in response, even laughing a little to himself as his hands rose to rest upon your knees. “You always look so expressionless while reading your little books..” Satoru spoke coyly, thumbs lowering to press into your heated skin. “Yet here you are; legs closed and barely looking at me.”

“I’m nervous, Satoru. You can’t blame me.” You spoke softly, blinking up at the male who only smiled back. You hissed as his hands fell to the side of your thighs, his fingers trailing the skin to allow you to get used to the feeling.

“There’s no need to be. It’s just me, sweetheart.. no one else,” His voice was calm, easing your mind just a little. His hands lowered to the underside of your legs the moment he noticed you sinking into the couch more, thumbs peeking through the tiny slit between your legs. “— just you and Satoru.” That was enough to allow him to ease your legs apart, revealing your slick slit and more as he widened them further.

You grew uncomfortable under his gaze, adjusting yourself as your hands balled up the shirt you wore. Your stomach leaped however the moment you watched him began to lower and situate himself between your legs, face hovering just a breath away from your wet heat.

You hissed as his breath fanned against you, shivering the moment you felt his thumbs lower to gently pull your folds. “Satoru..” You whimpered softly, gasping as you felt his lips graze your pussy.

“Just relax for me..” Satoru hummed softly against you, tongue lolling out to lick a stripe up your slit. His hands tightened against your legs the moment you twitched, keeping your hips down against the couch as his tongue continued to work up and down your cunt.

You’ve never felt something like this before, it was well… weird. It’s not as if you were unfamiliar with pleasure in general. You’ve touched yourself enough to know what does and doesn’t feel good, or what type of response you would receive from yourself.

But Satoru was.. territory you have never encountered before. It was different, far too different to get used to in the moment. You were unable to contain the soft breaths and moans that escaped you, eyes screwed shut and not daring to look at the man currently ravishing you with just his tongue.

It was as if he had already studied your body; tongue dancing across your slit for a moment before lapping at your clit, squeezing your legs the moment they began to rise from the attention. Hearing your rushed cries was pure bliss, soft breathy moans escaping his mouth as he refused to allow you to move away from the pleasure.

Your back was arched now, arousal dripping down to your taint and surely the couch as Satoru sucked and licked your little bud raw. Your toes were curling, legs shaking, and your breath became labored; eyes peeking open to spot his gaze settled onto your face— clearly happy the moment you looked at him.

Satoru’s hand rose from your thigh and allowed his thumb to replace his mouth; rubbing your clit into circles, watching you carefully. “So wet, baby.. you hear it don’t you?” The man went silent whilst his thumb sped up, allowing you to hear the soft squelches of your pussy over the heavy breaths that were escaping you.

You gripped your shirt harshly, whimpering as your legs threatened to close from the pleasure. “S—satoru.. fuck, fuck..” You hissed the moment he leaned down again, feeling his tongue replace his thumb and set a harsh pace against your clit again.

What’s more, you felt his hand low, finger circling your sopping entrance for a moment before slowly pushing the long digit in. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, but recovered quickly given the continued sucks and licks on your bud.

“Sato—satoru, fuck..!” You cried out, hands lowering to his fluffy white hair, taking the tresses between your fingers for something to hold. Your legs shook, bouncing about and threatening to close as his tongue sped up, while his finger slowly pushed in and out of your opening.

Your stomach was tense, grip tight, and mouth loose with moans as your orgasm hit you far too quickly; a beautiful string of sounds escaping you, as your legs shook around him. Satoru groaned into your sopping sex, gripping your leg as his actions never let up; carrying you through your orgasm effortlessly.

Little tears pricked at your eyes as pants escaped you and with shaky legs you were gripping his hair, pulling him away from your pussy quickly.

“Need to.. breath, Satoru.” You huffed softly, mouth hanging open and whining as you felt his finger slowly slide out of you. Through hazy vision you took in his beautiful features; spotting the red flushing his pale skin and the absolute mess of saliva and your essence coating the lower half of his face.

Satoru smiled up at you with low eyelids, circling the inside of your thigh with his thumb. “Breathe.” He hummed to you, rising up from between your legs to hover above you. The moment your eyes rose to meet his own, his head was lowering to plant a wet kiss to your cheek. “You don’t know how pretty you look like this, [Name].”

The warmth from both his actions and words were burning you up, your eyes shutting and not daring to look at him as a soft whine escaped you. You heard the man chuckle at you, feeling his hand gently squeeze your thigh.

“So shy..” Satoru teased, hand lowering to glide his fingers up and down your messy slit, paying extra attention to your bud with each pass. His eyes lowered as he spotted your legs widening, smile deepening in response. “You want more, huh? You want my mouth on this pretty pussy again, don’t you?”

The vulgar language had you whining, hips rising as soft pleas escaped you. This was enough for the man; slinking back to his previous position all while pushing at your thigh again.

His tongue moved up and down, side to side; reaching places that erupted feeling after feeling within you. Your mouth became raw from how loud you were becoming, arousal pooling under you as your grip never loosened on his hair.

Satoru’s breathing was heavy against you, tongue lowering to your hole and slowly pushing in; fucking you with the slimy appendage while working circles into your bud with his fingers. Despite these expert actions his eyes never left your face, feeling his cock strain within the confinements of his clothes.

Everything about you was addictive at this point. The moans you tried to cover, the way you absolutely refused to look at him, hell; even the twitches of your legs when the pleasure became too much. Satoru could only focus on you and nothing else. Especially not some dumb book that couldn’t make you feel half as good as he was right now.

Satoru’s tongue rose to allow his long digits to push into your awaiting entrance. The man hissed as your velvety walls clamped around them, using his thumb to circle your clit while he rose. “Can barely move my fingers, princess— you have to relax for me.”

You slowly nodded, a subtle pout forming as your hips rose. “‘M trying Satoru..” You huffed softly, eyes threatening to close as you felt his fingers pull back before pushing back in slowly. The pressure and pain dissipated the more you settled into the couch, pleasure even forming the moment his fingers curled. A moan escaped you shortly after, watching his grin widen.

“Good girl, that’s it..” He spoke sweetly. Yet his eyebrows furrowed the moment you closed your eyes, hand rising from your thigh take your cheeks in his hand— turning you forward again. “Mm.. don’t do that, lemme see you. Don’t look away.”

With how easily he was ruining you with his fingers, the task was difficult— but you obeyed; hands falling to his shoulders to hold tightly.

Your hips shook, rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers as a continuous honeyed melody fell from your swollen lips. Praises escaped the man above you as he felt your walls pulse rapidly, his thrusts increasing the moment your moans began to pitch.

“Fuck..! Satoru, I’m close!”

Your whimpers went unheeded, his pace quickening as he leaned down to press his lips against your neck. Your hips rose in the air for the last time as a prolonged moan escaped you, making a mess all over his hand.

This time Satoru pulled his hand away, allowing you to regain your breath while kissing your skin. Your grip loosened upon his body, eyelids falling shut as your pants slowed carefully.

A silence carried in the room until Satoru leaned down, resting his forehead against your own as he spoke;

“Do you know the difference now, [Name]?”

Regaining your breath, your hand rose to smooth across his neat undercut.

“Yeah, yeah I do..”

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

[lilianasgrimoire]

Witches & Witchcraft: Types & Definitions

There is an abundance of types of witches, some being more common than others, for example, death witch or hedge witch. I have provided the different types of witches with a brief description/definition of what they study, believe and tools most commonly used for each.

The types of witchcraft is entirely up to the individual which they prefer to do. One person may only follow on type of magick whereas another may follow several. Listed are a handful of the many kinds, but I'm listing the most common/known types of magick/witchcraft that people fall into.

I have grouped some witches together as they fit together under the same or similar definitions.

Types of Witches

Religious witches;

Christian, Satanic (Theistic), Laveyan Satanic, Hellenic, Celtic and Wiccan, etc. are witches that follow a primary belief system and incorporate their religion into the craft.

Non-Religious witches;

Secular - doesn't work with [a] deity(ies).

Science - (also a craft type), uses metaphysical and scientific fads and theories mixed together.

Other types of witches;

Solitary - works alone and is not part of a coven. Won't typically work with other witches for spell work or any part of their practice.

Eclectic - a practice that includes multiple practises from different areas. A mixture of all practices, may practise one more than another, or all equally.

Hereditary/Generational - a witch who is born into a family whom practice the craft. The term 'Blood witch' is often a hot topic of controversy as to whether it makes one a more powerful witch.

Traditional - a type that is based on honouring the traditional ways of magick, which also ties in nicely with generational/hereditary witches.

Chaotic/Chaos - a witch who utilizes new, non-traditional and unorthodox methods. It's still relatively new and highly individualistic practice while still drawing from common forms of magick.

Types of Witchcraft/Magick

Green Witch; A witch who uses natural magick, such as creating blends of different plants, or primarily using herbs and/or crystals spells in their craft. Tools mostly consist of herbs, crystals, stones, flowers, soil or other greenery.

Hedge Witch; Also know as an astral witch, this type of magick is orientated around spiritual work such as astral projection, lucid dreaming, spirit work, healing and out-of-body magick. Tools mostly consist tarot cards, runes, pendulum, stones, crystal ball, mirrors & candles.

Dream Witch; Mindful and internal magickal practice mainly based from interpreting dreams and/or engaging in lucid dreaming. Practises used to 'de-code' symbols and messages in the dream world can be used similarly to how one would use divination techniques. Tools mostly consist of dream catchers, candles, books of glossaries of symbols.

Sea/Ocean; Derived from materials and abstract ideas involving ocean and the oceanic world. Sea or ocean magick can be worked with by using things found on or relating to a beach/lagoon. A sea witch might draw their energy from such tools. Tools commonly consist of driftwood, pebbles/stones, seashells, ocean water, bones, seaweed, candles.

Storm/Weather; magick used through combining one's energy with the weather; most commonly rain. Weather witches will collect different ingredients provided by the weather, absorb energy from storms, manipulate winnds, or perhaps predict the weather. Tools most commonly consist of rain/snow water, symbols/weather maps, crystals.

Cottage/Hearth; Magick that is weaved and worked or embedded into mundane tasks around the house or for loved ones. Cottage magick is usually worked into cleaning, hobbies or cooking. Tools commonly consist of essential oils, incense, bells, flowers, cleaning utensils, spices and herbs.

Tea Witch; Creating blends of teas for protection, remedies or even to use for tea-leaf divination. Tools commonly consist of tea, herbs, waters, spices.

Tech Witch; Use of technology in the craft, mostly based through phones or computers. Mostly used for storing of information, grimoires, spell books and Book of Shadows/diaries. Tools consist of apps on the phone, digital sigils, online blogs and pages.

Garden/Flora; Mostly (if not all) focused on herbal and botanical measures. Many garden witches have their own garden and plant flowers and herbs to draw in energy for their home and to include in rituals and spells. Tools commonly consist of flowers, soil, seeds, greenery, twigs/tree branches, leaves.

Elemental; Using all 4 (or 5) elements in an honouring or acknowledging form. A witch can choose to work with all, or singular elements. One may have a dedicated area on their alters to a particular elements. Tools consist of anything related to said element.

Faery/Fae; Magick for those who communicate with, and/or work with the Fae. Those whom work with fae may also leave offerings regularly as thanks for the assistance of a faery in their spell work. Tools commonly consist of anything sweet, sigils, offerings.

Spirit; A practice which an individual will perform spell work in conjunction with (or the help of) any manner of spirit, including Ouija, demon spirits, spiritual contact of any kind, working with ancestors. Tools commonly consist of crystals, bells, incense, Ouija boards, tarot cards, pendulums, sigils.

Draconian: The use of dragons and dragon imagery; whether it be trough astral matters or in spells and rituals. May also be connected with dragon spirits on their journey. Tools commonly consist of dragons art, statues, candles.

Seasonal; Utilizing and drawing energy from specific time periods of the year for their magick. One individual may feel more powerful at a particular time of year. It can also be spread out into the 4 seasons. Tools commonly consist of herbs related to certain seasons, stones, ruins and the weather.

Music; Can be through singing, humming, playing an instrument, creating music or having it on during spell work to add energies. Tools consist of speakers, instruments, voice, chimes, lyrics & sheet music.

Art & Craft; Anything from painting to knitting to building something. Tools consist of anything you can craft with.

Sigils; Working majorly with sigils and the intent that can be put into them to activate their power. Tools commonly used are pens, paper, makeup, candles.

Astronomy/Space/Luna; Correlates their belief in conjunction with the planets, stars and/or moon. Versed in moon phases and tend to do spell work at night rather than day time. Tools commonly used are horoscopes, calendars, charts, moonlight, moon water.

Energy; Those who prefer to do magick through energy exercises and manipulation rather than many physical tools or materials. This may also include aura work. The only tools needed for this type is yourself.

Crystal; Magick that is worked commonly with stones and crystals. The practise may include chakra balancing, crystal meditation and even spell work or rituals. Extensive knowledge of stone, including how to identify them. Tools most commonly used are crystals, books, grimoires and stones.

Literacy; Those who practise through books and literature - studying the craft after the 'beginner' phase of learning. Tools are books, poems, written work.

[dumbkiri]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 2

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: Brennan is a huge help in your recovery. He helps you understand your covenant with the books from Fen Riorson. Your longing becomes too much and you do something risky.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is brennan coded for a reason. however I do miss xaden and I don't want to rush through this series. so enjoy the brennan moments.

“The more I sleep, the more I dream about my past life.” Your voice is a lot softer from your past self who spoke with confidence and a sense of revenge in her heart. But the tone you use now stems from the fact that you don’t know yourself anymore. 

You’re being fed memories of your old self through dreams while the new you tries to navigate through it all. The old [Name] had a purpose and the [Name] now doesn’t know what she wants to do. 

“That’s good. Your memories are coming back and now we won’t have to try to piece all the gaps for ourselves.” Brennan chuckles as he gets ready for your morning flight in the windy weather. It looks like it’s going to rain and it unnerves you. 

You haven’t been the best during thunderstorms. 

“It is good.” You say and walk over to the open window, watching the silver blue sky being painted with pinks, oranges and purples. Maybe it won’t storm tonight. 

You hesitate on telling Brennan more because you don’t want to admit something that hurts your heart. But he is so observant, unfortunately it comes naturally to him when it involves you. He gravitates towards your core and he’s so… so genuine that you’re afraid to burn him. Afraid that your past would push him away from helping you. 

Like a moth to a flame. 

“Something’s wrong,” he says with concern. Brennan’s hand stops wrapping his arm with the protective sleeve for your talons. He drops his arm to his side and asks, “Did you see something that bothers you?” 

You sat on the windowsill and draped your legs over the edge in deep thought. Your bare feet swing a bit forward to graze the leaves of your rose bush then back for the motion to be repeated. He hit a million nails on your coffin. Because lately everything in your memories bothers you. Your parents’ death, the burning of your home, your moon sisters, your years at Basgaith. But the thing that bothers you the most is—

“I don’t remember what he looks like.” 

A moment of silence went by and you knew Brennan wanted you to elaborate on what you mean. He could be anybody. Your brother, Lenin or Xaden. Or some other dude at Basgaith. So you explained with a hurting heart. 

“I remember his voice. I remember his promises to me. I know what kind of hurt he put me through. What joy he expressed with me. How well we worked together. But I don’t remember what Xaden Riorson looks like. All I see is his shadow. Haunting me.” 

You took in a deep breath and said in a whisper, “He’s supposed to be my lover and I can’t even know what he looks like. It’s like my mind is purposefully blocking him out.” 

You hear Brennan walking over to you, his heavy footfalls a huge difference in the deadly silence Xaden walked with. “Do you remember what Imogen looks like?” He asks and stands right behind you with a protective nature. He greets you with caution as he takes a seat next to you. But his feet are planted on the carpet inside your room. 

“I do,” You smile sadly, “She has pink hair and pretty pale green eyes.”

“Is there anybody else you cannot remember?” Brennan pokes and suddenly you find him on a path with an answer. 

You turn to look at him and he already has his eyes on you. He knows the answer and you tell him the truth so you can hear it from him, “My brother, Liam. I find it hard to remember him, but I’m sure he looks like our sister, Sloane. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Imogen says I never really looked like them besides the blue eyes. Which are now red because of my power.” 

Brennan nods his head and says, “There is a reason why you refuse to remember them.” 

“Refuse is kind of harsh, don’t you think?” You huff out a laugh and Brennan shrugs his shoulders. Then he asks, “What do you remember most recently about your past? What chapter are you on in your life?”

You think about it and recall a new year at Basgaith, your second year. Xaden tells you that Liam crossed the parapet asking for you. Imogen and Bodhi argue about something along the lines of challenges. Then you see her, General Sorrengail’s daughter. 

Disgust finds itself crawling up your spine. 

You shake it off and tell Brennan, “Conscription Day. Shadow tells me that my brother crossed the parapet and he’s looking for me. It’s my second year now. That’s what I remember so far.” 

You watch Brennan and notice that he really knows more than you. He did tell you after they burned your body, that the group stayed for three days to recover and grieve. Xaden and the rest may have told Brennan what happened to you. What made you sacrifice your life for them. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” You say dejectedly knowing that he won’t say more to you. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Brennan lightly argues back, “It’s just that I don’t want to influence you. Your second year is probably the worst year for you. From what I heard between the arguments after your passing. Whatever you felt during that time should not be explained by me. Or anyone else. It’s how Guardians manipulate their Phoenixes and I don’t want that for us.”

“You take pride in being my Guardian, huh?” You switch the topic to the relationship between you and Brennan. It happened during a sparring match with him. A fight you will never forget and neither shall he. 

Brennan chuckles and lifts his right hand to tap his left shoulder, “I don’t bear this burn for nothing. It goes to show how close we’ve gotten and that I am worthy of a Phoenix.”

Worthy isn’t a word you would describe him as. Don’t get it twisted, Brennan is more than worthy to be your guardian. He’s kind, wise, strong and always there for you when you need help. Nonetheless you speak on it, “Yeah, I’m really sorry about that by the way.” You apologize for his burn for the third time this month. You can never not apologize for it. 

“A Phoenix can only brand her Guardian if they want it. No being can be subjected to guardianship without their knowing or doing because a Phoenix and Guardian is a bond greater than life.”

Brennan recites a passage from one of the books and it makes you roll your eyes at him with a smile. Then he decides to tease you more, “To think I get branded when we’re fighting in close combat. You must like me as your sparring partner.” 

His taunt makes you roll your eyes with a smile, replying back with a bite, “You’re my only sparring partner, Brennan. Also I didn’t think that punching you on the shoulder would burn you like that. It is pretty badass though, like a scarred tattoo.” 

“We both didn’t think it could happen like that, but we have talked about it plenty of times.” He is right about that. You two spent hours and hours reading the books Fen Riorson had stored in a chest. This chest was marked with your clan’s symbol and protected by a spell that kept it from burning. Brennan continues reminding you, “I asked if you wanted a Guardian and you said that you would choose me if you know how to make me one. Another time we talked about it, I accepted being your Guardian. We spend a lot of time together, you know? It’s not that hard to see that we make a perfect duo.” 

“We spend too much time together,” You reply back and this offends Brennan as he playfully leans back. Half his body is out the window and you watch him carefully. He could fall into the rose bushes and ruin your plants. 

“You offend me, my lady,” Brennan places his hand over his heart and gives you a pout. His hair shines in the evening light and his eyes draw you in with their own glow. Gods, he was handsome. And it disappoints you gravelly. 

“I take too much of your time.” You clarify to him and look up at the sky again. You tell him with an annoyed voice, “You should be doing whatever you were doing before you found me. I never see you with anyone else and it bothers me. To waste your time like this.” You gesture to the outside, hoping he gets what you mean. 

Brennan understands and fixes his posture upright. Then he says with a gentle tone, “Before I met you, I was studying about the Maidens of The Moon. And taking care of things for Xaden. Most of my time was spent learning about you for Xaden and for yourself. Sure, I have other things to do and I handle it while I’m not with you. Another thing you have to understand is…”

Brennan pauses and you can tell he’s speaking with his dragon, Marbh. Instead of a relaxed stance, Brennan shifts into a rigid state. Then he crosses his arms over his chest and gives you a glare, “I enjoy our flights, so move your ass and start flying.” 

You scoff and want to give him attitude, but in a quick movement Brennan pushes you off of the windowsill. Your feet touch the soil of your bush and your momentum is still moving forward. You don’t want to crush your growing bush and immediately shift into your bird form. 

You flap your big wings and propel yourself higher in the air to avoid your roses. Swiftly you turn around and squawk at Brennan who keeps his back turned away from you. It’s only then you see your bedroom door open and a man you never seen casually walks in. 

“Felix, what brings you here?” Brennan walks forward and he taps his left shoulder. That’s your sign to perch. You have an urge to disobey him, but you glide back into your room and land on his padded shoulder. You give him a quick whack to the back of his head with your right wing and this makes the man named Felix laugh. 

Brennan gives you an annoyed huff, “If I didn’t push you, you wouldn’t have-” 

“I don’t want to hear it.” You replied and eased your wings to your sides. 

Felix walks closer and gestures to you, “I see that you taught your bird to land on your shoulder with a signal. But she didn’t land so perfectly.” He speaks with mirth and you watch his hands. You can’t see what he holds in their gloved cage and the curiosity is killing you.

“Her choice,” Brennan says with a clipped tone, “I tossed her out the window to get her to stretch her wings.”

“It’s not so common to see a bird like her want to stay inside,” Felix responds and shows off his hand with…animal droppings? That’s so gross and this is what happens when you’re curious. “And this is why I came here. I need your bird to hunt the creatures leaving droppings in the meeting room. We can’t have our members around well, shit.” 

“No.” You outright tell Brennan. 

“She’s not the hunting type, Felix.” Brennan says immediately after you give your answer. 

“What kind of bird doesn’t hunt?” And Felix is quick to question your ability for a skill you don’t have because you’re not an actual freaking animal! 

Yet the man does have a point and it makes you ask something stupid. “What kind of creature does he want me to kill?” 

“What exactly is scattering around the halls?” Brennan asks for you. 

“Rats.” Felix’s answer makes your feathers fluff up in disgust. “Or mice. One of the two however because of the size of the droppings, I want to say it’s mice. Trissa thinks the same.” 

Then a voice shouts from down the hall, “I caught one!”

Brennan is surprised to see a woman with glossy black hair run in with a small box. She closes the bedroom door after herself and walks over to the men. “I caught one and let’s just say, thankfully, it’s not rats.” 

That doesn’t help you at all. 

She places the box on the floor and looks up at you, “I bet she can’t wait to eat it.” Her smile makes you uneasy. Why is she looking at you like that? And did she just say eat it? Fuck no. 

Felix agrees with the woman and bends down to open the box. He drops the droppings inside the box with the mouse then picks up the creature by its tail. Its squeaks penetrate your ears and you tilt your head to the side. It’s bird instinct! 

“Here you go, little hunter,” Felix waves the mouse in front of you and you do the most human thing a bird could do. You turn away from him, your body moving with a disinterested look in your eyes. Your feathered tail smacks Brennan’s chest and he chuckles. 

There’s no way you’re going to eat the poor mouse. You want to cry for it right now as it squeaks. 

Trissa is not impressed with your reaction, “It just ignored the mouse like that? Toss it in the air for her.” 

You let out a squawk for a NO and Brennan carefully moves you onto his padded forearm. He gives you an apologetic look and you watch in horror as Felix tosses the mouse up in the air. You jump off of his arm and successfully catch the poor creature in your talons feeling it squirm, begging for sweet release. 

Then you fly out the widow with the mouse in your grasp. You fly far away from those rude humans to find safety for this mouse. 

……

“Turns out your bird does like to hunt,” Felix tells Brennan while the amber eyed male jogs over to the windowsill. He watches you fly over to some trees and you disappear in the shadows. There’s no way you actually eat the mouse, right?

…… 

After finding a safe place for the mouse, you glide down to the grass and land gently for the creature in your grasp. Then you bring it in front of you hearing its squeaks of distress. You released it and watched it scamper away from you out of fear of being caught again. 

Poor, little creature. 

You walk on the grass for a bit just wandering the area. You did fly out a bit further from the Riorson House, so this area is pretty new to you. That’s when you spotted a cliffside free of blocking trees and bushes. You flap your wings and fly out to the cliff, then you land with your talons digging into the earth. You look around your surroundings and shift back to your human body. 

Your feet dig into the warm earth and you let out a sigh. It may have been awhile since you physically stood outside without being a bird. Brennan finds it too risky to let you walk when everyone thinks you’re dead. You should have guessed with that mischievous smirk of his was because he wanted you to be a bird the whole time while at the Riorson House. 

His plan worked with only a bit of suspicion about your bird in general. No one found anything about your species for obvious reasons. Only Witches of the Burning Phoenix clan can shift into this species. They might as well be a myth because you’re the last of the covenant. 

“What a shame,” You whisper to yourself and watch the sun greet you in her shine. She shines brighter than the moon that gazes at you with a knowing look. Like the sun is happy with your life, but the moon is sad with your death. 

It’s a sudden feeling of missing Lenin’s voice inside your head that brushes you with the wind. He talked to you in your silent moments, in your classes, in your challenges cheering you on, just every moment you had. He was there. 

You miss him dearly and you want to fill the hole in your heart that is Lenin. Much like you want to fill the other gaps that Xaden can and the gaps that your siblings will fill. You’re overwhelmed with their absence and there’s one risky thing you can do to see at least one of them. 

As you close your eyes, you use an ability the sun grants you when her light touches the earth. You can feel your conscience detach from your physical body and when you glide in the sky, you turn to see your body standing upright, eyes closed. 

This time your body stayed upright instead of falling like a sack of potatoes. You don’t have much time to stay like this, the sun’s light will go away in an hour or two. You hated traveling at the speed of light because you have a hard time controlling it. But with months of practicing, you found a way to slow down. 

It’s risky to do this, to show up at Basgaith, but your heart longs for Lenin. You want to see your dragon and to see if he changed. It’s not hard to follow the energy that Lenin channels because some of it still belongs to you. Like he holds a part of you with him. 

You recognize the valley. Then in a split second you see something move from the corner of your eye. But when you looked it was just the wind brushing the leaves of the bushes and trees. You sigh and ignore the wind that pushes you forward, like it was trying to lead you somewhere. Instead you stay in your place and search for Lenin’s energy. It pulses like a mighty heartbeat; steady and strong. 

And you locate it right in front of you. But you don’t see him. You try again to search for Lenin because it’s frustrating you. Your power shouldn’t be this difficult with you and the energy from Lenin smacks you in the face. And it’s like you hear his voice in the distance saying, I’m right here, Dagger. 

“Lenin?”

You speak softly, afraid that you were wrong. Maybe he had been here, the amount of power he channels just lingers. He’s already gone. But all of a sudden, something shimmers in your line of sight. 

“It really is you, Dagger.”

His voice in your head brings a peace you longed for ever since your awakening. You watch with teary eyes as he makes himself known, the cloak around him dropping to reveal his new color to you. 

Lenin’s pearlescent scales gleam in the evening sun and you cry at the sight of your beloved friend. He’s right in front of you looking more magnificent than you last saw him. His wings are crescent moon shaped, not torn or scarred from the battle at Resson. He doesn’t have mismatched eyes either. They’re both lilac and they stare you down as you cry a waterfall. 

You cannot help yourself, but try to explain in your rant with apologies, “I’m so sorry I put you through my death. I-I did it for my brother. I did it for you. And I’m so sorry that I left you behind. I broke the bond we had and-”

“You did what you thought was right.” Lenin interrupted you and he settled on the earth, his wings hovering on your sides. “And our bond is not broken. It survives and it is stronger than ever. Did you really think I could let you go so easily?”

You wiped your nonexistent tears away and looked up at him, “What do you mean?” 

Lenin chuffs and says, “Here you stand, right in front of me. Searching and longing for me. You couldn’t let me go, Dagger. The moment you came back to life, I felt you. You radiated warmth, fierceness and I was there for your first breath. Our bond transcended death and as long as the sun burns for the moon, I’ll be here.” 

“I wish I could hug you,” You sniffled. His words were everything you needed to hear. “I wish I could see you in person and not like this.” 

“You’d put yourself in danger if you came here physically,” Lenin argues then he says, “There’s a lot we need to discuss, but for now I can enjoy some sleep with you. Like the old days.” 

You smiled at him and nodded your head. Then you tell him when you tuck into his chest, “I have to let you know that when the sun is gone, she’ll take me with her light. Just remember that I’ll be here tomorrow when she rises.” 

Lenin hums and says, “At first light, Dagger. I’ll be here.” 

……

When the sun’s light disappears and the moon graces the earth with his cool, you are sucked back into your body. The feeling of coming back makes you stumble backwards, but your feet hold you upright because right now you’re elated. 

You’re so damn happy about seeing Leninach, your pearlescent colored dragon. 

Shifting back into your phoenix form, you do a few flips in the sky and twirl for the stars. If this is what it feels like to meet Lenin, you couldn't wait to see Xaden and your siblings. 

“[Name], finally!” 

Brennan exclaims and his voice reminds you of how you ditched him. For good reason, of course. You follow the thread between you and him, not surprised that it leads into your room. Your wings stopped flapping as you glided towards the windowsill.  When you land, Brennan rushes over to you and picks you up. 

He looks all over you for any sign of injury and you tell him with an amused tone, “I released the mouse far from here. So it wouldn’t come back and I wouldn’t be forced to eat it.”

Brennan laughs with you and sets you on his forearm giving you a grin, “You had me questioning that you did. After all, when it squeaked, your head turned like a bird.” 

“It’s bird instinct!” You countered back in your defense. 

He closes the window and drapes the curtains over it. He works quickly to get you settled in for bed. “Do I need to draw a bath for you?” Brennan asks and sets you on his desk which makes you shift back into your human body. He examines your body and answers his own question, “Did you fight an animal in the forest or something?”

You know he’s joking with you and you shake your head exasperated. 

“Actually, I just danced on a cliff. Going back and forth between my human body and phoenix form. I’m trying to learn how to shift faster and maybe learn how to fight around my shifting. It’ll give me a very high advantage.” 

“Super.” Brennan replies back and walks into the bathroom. You hear him getting your bath ready and you hop off of his desk. Technically this is his room which became yours the moment he brought you back. Unfortunately you sleep in a cage like a bird while he enjoys his nice bed. 

You stare at your cage which is hanging on the post of the left side of his bedframe. You remember one time when another person barged into his room uninvited. Thankfully you were in your phoenix form sleeping away in the cage. However you did let out a loud squawk from the scare which woke up Brennan faster than the intruder. 

“You can sleep in the bed if you want,” Brennan steps out of the bathroom with a few towels in his hands. 

“And what? Let you sleep in the chair?” You walked over to him and took the towels from him. 

He shrugs and says, “I’ve slept at my desk more times than I can count.” 

“It may not seem like it, but I’m really adapting to my Phoenix. And I find sleeping in that form much easier.” 

Brennan nods his head and gets himself ready for bed. Before you close the bathroom door, he tells you with laughter, “Don’t forget, you’re hunting for mice tomorrow. Felix will take care of you while I do some of my work.” 

“I hate you~” You sang then slammed the door in his dimpled face.

......

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[mekkthemighty]

So just came from seeing Wild Robot and a few things, SPOILERS for books and movie ahead btw

I will preface this by saying it was a fantastic film that I absolutely loved, the visuals were mindblowing and made me jealous of the practiced skill of the animation team

Anyway my biggest complaint for the movie (and I get why they did it) was the moment where the literal power of love wakes up the deactivated Roz, I really liked the book Roz that genuinely was still a robot to her core, emotionless and robotically logical but nevertheless falling into the patterns of motherhood due to her AI learning from nature

They did the power of love in the books too, it helped the animals overcome their fear and work together to pull off some epic battle tactics which weren't in the movie, like for the final fight of book one they had Nettle the bear's self sacrifice to take out the RECO only to be saved by the river fish was awesome, and all the birds raining bird poop all over the sensors of another one only to lead it blind into a muddy bog so it can be kicked to death by the moose, final battle in movie (while visually fantastic) lacked any of that strategy the animals learned from Roz

I had hoped they'd have focused more on the "helping others is a survival skill" aspect and the learning curve that took her from robot to wild robot, but the themes of motherhood were beautifully done

Oh and ROZ's camouflage skills, where was the intentional mud and moss coating of her body making her look like a cyborg treant, I mean they do the character design with moss and dirt by the end but they just accumulate over time naturally... instead of Roz just slathering herself with it and being a bush around which the animals all gossip

Also one last note, in the book Longneck is killed by a human with a rifle, Robots can't harm living creatures is a major plotpoint in the books, its a barrier Roz has to overcome and the RECOs are even subject to it which is why the animals had a shot against them in the first place, this is a plot point that the movie Brightbill even states out loud right before a robot pops out and shoots Longneck, like wtf

Other things I wish they kept from the book:

Brightbill turning Roz off and on again and temporarily thinking he committed matricide

Roz vs the bears during the learning curve

The learning curve

Roz and Brightbill bonding over the shared experience of being the only surviving "egg"

Roz being the goddamn prometheus of this islands critters literally teaching them to harness fire

Things the movie added that I liked

Brightbill acting like a robot

Fink the fox being a fully realised character (tho at the cost of some other favs)

Felling the tree to redirect the river to stop the forest fire

Vontra, just everything about it

The stickers for 10% off your next universal designs purchase

Brightbill helping build the lodge

"I am low on power, have made unsanctioned alterations to my code, and have been damaged in ways that have likely voided my warranty" "what she means is she loves you"

Pinktail Possum was great and so were her kids

"Are you here to kill us?" Whether your answer is yes or no, you're about to get yeeted by a moose

"HELLO I AM ROZZUM UNIT 7134 DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE!" While chasing down random animals

Roz "I am not a mother I am a robot, I must be recalled at once"

Pinktail "no you're a mom now"

Roz "understood I am a mom now"

Still a great movie just wish they kept Roz a robot through and through and just kept with the whole "she doesn't need to have emotions to be a good mom" thing

Definitely recommend a watch of it

[loremaster]

[rain code + dlc + halara novel spoilers below]

my first thought was “so true i love it when he doesn’t go for what would make him truly happy or fulfilled” but then my head screws on and i realize

no, actually, this philosophy is actually what has been keeping vivia SANE this whole time.

he’s literally been haunted his whole life, by voices coming from outside his own head, desperately pleading for him to help them from beyond the grave… this has obviously had a huge toll on his mental health and now he’s suicidally depressed. yay. it’s unclear exactly how he’s been able to tune out those voices, but it’s a large possibility that training his forte at the wdo had a lot to do with it.

in fact, i wonder if before his forte was refined, he would, like halara, confuse his ‘second sight’ with reality, while awake. maybe his forte training involved strengthening his abilities while sleeping to dull them while awake. maybe this allowed him to focus on the things he enjoys more.

despite vivia’s constant yearning for death, he’s usually first and foremost described as a “self-indulgent personality.” he’s stubborn and won’t go out of his way to do anything that he doesn’t want to do. usually he’s reading whatever he can get his hands on. he has a preference for books that explore worlds farther than reality - which fits for his penchant for escapism. he’s incredibly observant of the real world around him, but rarely ever interacts with it. in fact, before yakou manages to melt the proverbial ice, all vivia does is ask to be left alone so he can read - and that clearly has nothing to do with any secret ulterior motives or detective schemes - he’s slacking on the job because he dun wanna do it. (relatable symptom of neurodivergent depression.)

but imagining a vivia that doesn’t actively disobey orders in order to lounge around in weird places with his nose in a book? what if he went places and helped with menial tasks? what if he answered awkward questions without sifting through the mental thesaurus in order to obfuscate his true feelings? what if he was more normal?

obviously it wouldn’t be the vivia we know and love, it’d be a hollow facsimile, and a painful existence. imagine trying your best to live life according to societal norms every day, despite being malnourished and not well rested, going out of your way to do things for other people, carving away bits of yourself for people you don’t know, and then crawling into bed at the end of the day, and instead of sleeping, you leave your body behind and become part of the spirit world, toiling the same way but for people who have been long dead. rinse and repeat. that sounds miserable.

so like we been knew vivia’s avid literature hobby is fervent escapism, but at the same time it’s still an anchor for him. giving him a way to experience the world without experiencing the world - a world that can be traveled through at any pace or rhythm, or can be paused at any moment. a world that some other wonderful human mind created to share with others - something that brings beauty to those who dare to look between the pages. books can be information, explanation, analysis, morality, complexity, fact, fiction, comedy, tragedy, poetry, art, life, love, and anything else in words. instead of engrossing himself in the misery of the world, he looks at the stories that have been penned by its people, with due reverence. he does genuinely love people and this is his favorite way of experiencing that love.

but at the same time, my original thought still rings true… he leans a little too hard into his solitary escapism, his peace and quiet, that he loses his chance to reach out to someone he truly cared about - could he have saved yakou? and if he’d learned yakou’s reason… would he have even wanted to?

why spend time thinking about it? if you keep rereading the same passage over and over… the book will never end…

that too, is escapism… that, too, is love…

but if you keep everything to yourself, who will ever know?

[biggie-chcese]

An Overanalysis of Coalescence

(rain code spoilers below)

shoutout to copy abilities in media, gotta be one of my favorite genders. first time i saw yuma sensing aphex use his forte, i knew i was in for a treat.

in fact, the fortes are interesting in general. i absolutely love how well-established the rules and limitations are for each one: fubuki cannot rewind time further after doing so once, halara cannot see living beings in their postcognition, vivia cannot touch anything in spectral mode, desuhiko gets exhausted when he's disguised for too long, and yuma....

wait actually what are the limitations of coalescence?

shinigami tells yuma that, with coalescence, he can only use it if he gets consent from the other party and holds hands with them as he uses it. those are some pretty good limitations, i'd say. they fit very well with yuma's arc about depending on others, too!

except... neither of those limitations are true. makoto has the same exact powers as yuma, yet he thoroughly breaks both of those rules.

first of all, he uses it to copy the handwriting (put a pin in this btw) of the other master detectives while they are unconscious. now, im sure we're all aware of this, but being unconscious is, notably, not giving consent. yet makoto seems to have no issue taking their abilities in such a state. extremely naughty of him.

but, if we look at the scene in the ch 5 bathhouse, he still asks yuma to "give me a hand" like some sort of fae creature pulling a "Your name, please?" trick. perhaps an argument could be made that the person doesn't have to give consent, but you can't use coalescence if they actively deny you. so...

Rule #1 - To use coalescence, you need the other party to not not give consent.

so how about that second rule? you need to hold hands, right? i think that's somewhat true, but yuma is definitely under the misconception that you need to be holding hands the whole time. this is wonderful to me, by the way. how terrible life would be if he wasn't adorably holding hands with his friends... but of course, it's not necessary, because makoto only needed to grasp yuma's hand for a little bit to gain all the benefits of the mystery labyrinth.... except getting his own big titty goth gf. sorry, pal. anyway,

Rule #2 - Hand-to-hand contact is required to activate coalescence, but it doesn't need to be maintained.

we kinda knew this from the start, though didn't we? not only were all the other master detectives able to enter and stay in the labyrinth (put a pin in this too) without keeping a hold on him the whole time, but also yuma could sense the other fortes being used on the amaterasu express without holding hands at all...

wait why the fuck could he do that? also, why does he never do it again??? is sensing fortes a part of coalescence? is it because of his nebulous mind-fuck bond with shinigami still not setting itself in stone? did the writers simply forget he could do that? once he reaches kanai ward, he doesn't sense when any of the other detectives use their abilities unless he's holding hands with them. does the rain cause some interference? what the fuck was up with this? okay, whatever.

Rule #3 - Without holding hands, those with coalescence can still sense when other fortes are being used in close proximity... sometimes.

with that wishy-washy rule set in place, let's unpin the thing about the detectives sharing yuma's access to the labyrinth. shinigami tells yuma that coalescence "works both ways" when used, which is really interesting to me. in this case, it automatically gives the mystery labyrinth access to his friends without yuma consciously doing so, which implies a lack of control over what the other party gains from him when he uses coalescence. but this raises another question: what would the other person gain from him if he doesn't have the book of death's pact?

when makoto uses it on him, yuma gains nothing new, but that could just be because makoto has nothing to give that yuma doesn't have. what happened to people that pre-game number one used coalescence on? did they temporarily gain a weaker version of it? did they get imperceptively better deductive reasoning skills? did they gain some extra trauma? either way, im interested in how this "both ways" thing works when yuma doesn't have shinigami equipped.

Rule #4 - Coalescence works both ways. If the user takes an ability, they will unconsciously give an ability in return.

now it's time to unpin the part where we mention that makoto uses coalescence to copy handwriting, because this opens a whole other can of worms. the whole game, i was under the impression that coalescence only copied fortes. or, at least, i thought it exclusively copied supernatural abilities, since the labyrinth is technically not a forte. then again, desuhiko claims his forte isn't supernatural, so i guess that's on me.

but still... handwriting? that's a very mundane thing to copy. what else can he copy? skills? trades? physical abilities? could he hold hands with neurosurgeon and get the job done just as well? if he held hands with halara and chose to target their fighting skills instead of postcognition, would he, too, be able to take out a hoard of peacekeepers?

i can say one thing almost certainly: he can't just copy over knowledge. as in, if someone knows something about the case, he can't just shake their hand and get the answer transplanted into him. he doesn't even get the knowledge of how the fortes he borrows works- everyone has to tell him the rules. so it seems to be limited to skills and abilities, even though we could theoretically blur the definition of what makes a "skill" and what constitutes as "knowledge."

but that's not all, is it? one of the strangest usages of coalescence we see is when yuma shares fubuki's power. it's never yuma who's rewinding time. it's fubuki, but yuma instead gives her a support buff in stamina by sharing the burden of her exhaustion debuff. and while he never seems to be nearly as tired as she is (cowardice from the dev team for not giving us suspiciously flushed and sweaty sprites for yuma like they do with fubuki), from this alone we learn that coalescence doesn't just copy abilities, but it copies... feelings too?? does this mean he could reasonably act as a healing salve to anyone who's exhausted- not just forte users- by sharing it with them? at the very least, he can share the burden (or boon possibly?) of any side effects or drawbacks of someone else's forte. that just makes me curious about what'd happen if he used coalescence on someone who's forte has a drawback of making them horny. who said that.

Rule #5 - Coalescence copies fortes, skills, supernatural abilities, and can even lessen the side effects of abilities through sharing.

edit: i forgot about one more rule, but the game outright tells you this one and it's indisputable, so i won't go into any deep analysis. still, for the sake of completion:

Rule #6 - Coalescence can only hold one ability at a time. Copying a new ability will automatically overwrite a previously stored one.

and that's it, i think. these are all the rules and limitations of coalescence. absolutely busted ability too, especially in a world with heavy limitations like melami's or zange's. but with that in mind...

why did shinigami lie?

or, well, i guess a better question would be "why was she mistaken about its limits?" my theory is that number one lied to her about those limitations on purpose.

we all saw how makoto used coalescence- with lots and lots of trickery. while his grand scheme through the whole game plan could not have been done alone, he still uses people quite extensively, especially the detectives.

i used to always wonder if number one even used coalescence, because there's something real ironic about it being the ability of Number "I Work Alone" One von RainCode. knowing what i do now, i think he used it like makoto- tricking people into grabbing his hand and using their skills as a means to an end. he never considered it "working together" because it truly isn't.

but when he forms a pact with shinigami, he tells her the rules of coalescence. and he lies. he lies by making a set of rules that'd force his amnesiac self to depend on others, and i genuinely love that.

i love that a lot

[sakura-code]

Misfit AU: Occults & Supernaturals

So another thing I realized why I feel off about my Misfit AU is that I had no idea how to incorporate supernaturals and occults into the AU naturally. In the game, we could see there are supernaturals in terms of the detective characters having Fortes, there being a ghost in the chapter 1 sidequest, and the freaking Book of Death itself from the WDO vault (which may have been acquired by another area involved with magic). Since it seems like the supernatural does exist in Kanai Ward itself, I figure I can give more expansion to the magic system in Kanai Ward to make it more a part of the world in the AU.

Basically, there are practices of occults such as the supernatural connections with the ghosts, herbology, potionology, etc. It was most common outside of the city of Kanai Ward in the Outskirts, a village-like area on the outside of Kanai Ward. However, when Amaterasu planned to expand to their area, the Outskirts rejected them and it led to a war between the areas with Amaterasu and the Peacekeepers coming out on top. Now, occult practices are shunned in Kanai Ward, being feared for their dangerous magical feats and practices.

Yuma and Vivia are both from the Outskirts and moved into Kanai Ward after the war. Hence why Yuma has connections with the Book of Death (through his family’s blood) and Vivia has the most supernatural ability. It’ll be a good bonding moment when Vivia learns Yuma is from the Outskirts like him.

[snivyartjpeg]

Rain Code x Fire Emblem

in which our amnesiac protagonist wakes up and is thrust into an all out war

i also commissioned @loremaster to draw this amazing yuma for the au!

Spoilers under the cut:

i'd like to imagine the final boss is the First Dragon's (Number One for short) Clone

additional lore:

makoto and the hommunculi were made by a dark cult called Amaterasu. they wanted to create an undead army through necromancy to take over the world or whatever. this is kind of the primary conflict of the game

shinigami is a death dragon. number one makes a pact with her because he aims to kill the immortal dragon clone of himself, and only something that specializes in death can do that

the book of death is a legendary dark tome that's relatively weak at first but its powers awaken late game

zombified hommunculi would be kind of the "mindless mob" enemy you see in the training levels. they'd be generic until late game where you get rematches with old bosses (as well as specific recruited characters should you have let them die)

i didnt draw them but the aetheria trio are like. definitely a pegasus knight trio that can do triangle attack

also yomi is a holy knight because of the irony (and his self righteousness). he's the main recurring "i must retreat!" antagonist for a while lol

yakou is your jaegen of the game that's powerful at first but falls off later. and then he dies for plot 😔 also his horse is named Ama, cause she's his pal <3

yes i designed number one's dragon from the flight rising coatl. it just kinda screams yuma to me

tbh i wrote like the entire plot on discord a while back but i aint writing allat again sorry. just know this au is rotating in my brain like crazy. i love you fire emblem

[moldsporr]

Book of death twink

I made a design for him before but it seemed too Plain to me.... so here he is

The writing on his shorts say "Death" and "Mystery" (written in the Akuma Kun demon language. Because I love that show)

Yaaay book boy

[rainbow-journalist]

So, Shinigami exist in Labkoto universe?

Yes, she exists. Shuichi’s boss — aka the original of Labkoto — still has the Death Book, but he's never opened it. (Probably) ☔

Number One Yuma still possesses the Death Book for professional reasons, but he never made a pact with Shinigami, so he didn't become Yuma like in the game. He remains as Number One, still working for the World Detective Organization, and continues to serve as Shuichi’s mentor and superior. The book stays sealed, and her powers might work differently in this universe.

He keeps it hidden, even from Shuichi and Labkoto. If someone were to open the book, she would appear in her cute ghost-like form. She’s probably either sleeping or awake and grumpy about being stuck inside, waiting for her supposed “owner” to finally open it. If Shuichi were a character in Rain Code, she’d probably tease him during the Mystery Labyrinth, calling him “emo detective” or something like that — which I’d honestly love to see. It’s also implied that Shuichi doesn’t have a forte in this AU, so he wouldn’t qualify as a Master Detective like Number One.

It's funny to think that she could still appear in dreams, mirrors and photos.

Her design might be the same as in the game, or it could be reimagined to match Number One’s aesthetic more closely. Who knows? A silly headcanon that she could change her clothes and hairstyle to match her masters, also an excuse to make her with another outfit and hair, she probably has more hair than Labkoto and he wouldn't like her.

I don’t fully understand the supernatural parts of Rain Code, so I’m kind of limited in how deeply I can explore those concepts. I consider it a cool and interesting element to explore.

Basically a summary of their relationship, lmao, Number One taking care of a clumsy apprentice detective, a needy loud death god and his stupid homunculus. XD

At least she looks happy here.

[paigesbasketball]

Possible shadow series..

Echos of the Fallen

The air was thick with the scent of rain, the clouds hanging low in the sky as though they too, were aware of the tension brewing beneath the surface. Amidst the urban sprawl, where neon lights flickered against the encroaching darkness, there was a shadow that moved like a whisper. Silent. Unseen. But always present.

You were known only by a code — Avia, the assassin with a mission only she seemed to understand. Your hands were stained with the blood of G.U.N. agents, each death as calculated and ruthless as the last. They fell like dominoes, and yet no one knew why. You didn’t answer to anyone. No allegiances, no loyalty to the cause, yet you had a singular purpose: bring down the corruption lurking within the shadows of the government.

What they didn’t know was that your motivations ran deeper than anyone could imagine. You didn’t just kill them for sport. You were hunting them, one by one, for something more. Something that only you could see — something that made you a ghost in the eyes of G.U.N. and an enigma to all who dared try to figure you out. But the more you struck, the more questions arose.

And now, they had sent their ultimate weapon: Shadow the Hedgehog. The one being they trusted to take you down. His mission was clear: eliminate the assassin who had been wreaking havoc on G.U.N. operations. But there was a catch.

"Off books."

It was the phrase that had crossed his mind as his orders were delivered. No paperwork, no formal report. No official acknowledgment. Whoever had sent him on this mission was intent on keeping it quiet — far too quiet. And for someone like Shadow, a soldier molded by the chaos of war, that made his hackles rise. There were always layers beneath the surface, and the deeper he dug, the less it made sense.

Was Avia merely another rogue agent gone off the rails? Or was there something more sinister at play? Someone wanted her dead, but why? And why was this assignment buried beneath layers of secrecy?

As he stood at the edge of the rooftop, watching the flickering lights of the city below, his crimson eyes narrowed. He was here, in the shadows where he thrived, waiting for the moment to strike. But even as the wind tugged at his spines and the rain began to fall, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this mission — your mission — was not what it seemed.

And as the assassin crept closer, moving unseen among the ruins of G.U.N.'s fractured empire, Shadow steeled himself. His task was simple: eliminate the target. But as he prepared for battle, his mind wrestled with a more pressing question:

Why did they want you silenced so badly?