#seven of nine was reborn there

[isagrimorie]

To help with the Voyager propaganda!

And then the music during the scene:

The Captain - Year of Hell

Star Trek ‘ship’ poll!

so sorry guys I forgot to do this last week- so you get a special one!

[ll-but-its-random]

At this point, they're CORRECT quotes

Marina: Phiri Dun-Ra really hates us. Six: Yeah, maybe she’s homophobic. Marina: We’re not gay. Six: We’re not? --- Einar: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder *glares at Caleb*. Caleb: Well, sorry I have morals! --- Nine: I don’t have anger issues! Do you guys think I have anger issues? Nigel: Well, I mean, I wouldn’t exactly call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix. --- Ella: It’s very sad to see Five so... decrepit and weak. John: No, it’s not. It’s about time he ate shit. --- Ivan: How come whenever I have fun, it’s considered wrong? Adam: People die when you have fun. --- Setrakus Ra: My own people thought I was a monster. Setrakus Ra: They were right of course, but it still hurt. --- Five: You can all go to HELL! Five: Except you Ran, you’re great. --- John: Could you be anymore annoying? Nine: I’m actually holding back right now.

[janewaysevenalways]

My favourite scene from Star Trek Picard Season 3 episode 6 Seven gives such an emotional description of her life on the Starship Voyager ♥️l was reborn there it was my home my family and now 💔x

#Captain Seven #Star Trek Picard

#Season 3 #It was my home

#I was reborn there #Still Crying

[merakiui]

never-ending noctuary; love forevermore.

yandere!malleus draconia x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, non-con, overblot!malleus, obsession, breeding, baby-trapping, malleus is written to have two dicks, spoilers for part two of book seven note - and sitting powerful on his throne of thorns, omniscience at his fingertips, the lord of malevolence takes a bride.

An eerie, all-consuming quiet has fallen over Sage’s Island.

It is frigid and unfriendly like winter. Harsh and oppressive like silence. Painful and abrasive like brambles. Time has come to a swift halt here, and with it the people fall into never-ending euneirophrenia. Delights so dreamy shall inhabit the minds of all who sleep, the grandest gift granted to those unwilling. Like fate itself, wound around every living soul, it is inescapable. Inevitable like death—unfair and unforgettable.

But then it is also peaceful and secure. Quaint and warm like a blanket. Fluffy and floral like spring’s first kiss. Solace is far sweeter when spent in oneiric solitude, and so it will seem for one-thousand years. Forevermore, stretched taut into the future, the dream persists.

Is that not the best blessing? To those who wish to savor a fleeting moment just a second more, is this not a wish granted generously tenfold? Rather than immortalizing the past with photographs, it shall never come to pass. There is no need for bittersweet recollections or tearful farewells. The present will persevere, lived out in endless dreams.

Surely this is the correct course. Not just for Malleus, for he is a gentle, kind creature who recognizes the mutual desire for interminable merriment, but for the entirety of the island. Although in hoping for love forevermore, he has shackled himself to selfish, Epicurean pleasures. The type which normally lasts as long as a vision spent on cloud nine.

Currently, sitting proud and alone on a cold throne, Malleus knows of no greater joy.

The party may have fallen still as the grave, bodies slumbering in stiff propinquity, but it hasn’t finished. The food may have congealed, inedible and decaying, but it is there. A testament to spirits kept aloft, if only to ensure no one ever knows the desolation of endings.

Paradise is what you make of it. Thus, should you hope for it, you can walk on the clouds in your mind and never know of Icarus’s plights. You can shed insecurities and anxieties and taste delectable metamorphosis. You can be anyone and anything. You can be strong and wealthy. You can be fearless and heroic. You can be an impossible ideal.

You can be loved.

Malleus watches your seemingly lifeless form splayed on the sofa, limbs draped over that of Ace and Deuce. It’s a tranquil sight, a marionette freed from the strings of somber, suffocating life.

Under a roof of thorns, you are reborn.

Paradise is wondrous for Malleus, albeit a touch silent. He wonders what you might say if you were to stand at his side and observe this eternal slumber party. Would it fill you with awe? With appreciation? With abject terror?

Perhaps there is no use in theorizing. He doesn’t need to know, for you will love him even in sleep.

He rises, taking each step at a time. Thorny branches and roots part to make way for him, a groom traversing the aisle in search of his bride. You lie still, secrets sealed behind pretty, plush lips, and if he was not the cause for your current state he might assume you were late.

But there is no death here. It cannot reach. It will never reach because Paradise knows not of death or suffering.

Paradise is the garden before the infestation. Paradise is the body before bacterial devastation. Paradise is love before departed lamentation.

Malleus gazes at your restful face, leaning down to trace a clawed, blot-tainted finger along your cheek. There are no tears; you are a doll incapable of such sorrow, sculpted to portray perfect neutrality. He is most pleased with this development, his chest rumbling with a triumphant chuckle. Now you shall never know an ending ever again. Now you shall remain here, safe and stagnant in his arms, far from the mirror that may allow you to return home.

Gathering your body in his arms, he lifts you from the cushions. You crumble in his grasp, head lolling and arms noodling at your sides. Sagging dead weight, but he places his ear to your chest to listen to the melodic thrum of your heart. You’re alive, frailty shielded from the horrors of the world. Here, in thorny idyll, you will live forevermore.

Historically, all rulers must have someone to call their own. Whether it be by way of arrangement or convenience, strung together for the sake of conjoined power or out of obligation, this is an irrefutable fact. Historically, all rulers must bear an heir—someone to carry on the glory of an ever-present lineage.

Malleus refuses to bring a child into the world unless they are given the blessing of the one thing he was deprived of since birth.

A mother.

You fit in his embrace, a puppet tugged into a one-sided waltz. He steps over fallen bodies as he holds you against his chest, following the routine even though you aren’t awake to reciprocate.

Historically, a married pair must share the first dance. Or that’s what he’s read in fairy tales.

There are no rings here; promises are left unspoken. He won’t entertain rejection because there is no room for it in Paradise. Every unsavory, horrid thing—pestilence and pain, death and destruction, and sadness and sin—is packed away in Pandora’s box and shelved. Malleus won’t risk opening it to release the tiny shred of hope desperately clawing for escape. It’s not worth it.

He will foster his own hope if he must, and she exists in his arms—beautifully motionless.

The steps are executed with care, up the stairs and towards a lonesome chair. He attempts a twirl, lowering you into a dip. Your arms hang limply, eyes shut in permanence. Brimming with fondness, Malleus tugs you back up to press his lips to your forehead.

“Dearest one,” he mumbles, “may you know many fruitful fantasies in the arms of Morpheus.”

He reclaims his seat and situates you to face him while perched on his lap. You slump against him, near-boneless. He smiles at you, imagining the ruckus that would certainly come about from such a daring gesture. Sebek would squawk at you to have more respect and dignity. Silver would tut and shake his head. Lilia would look on in amusement.

These are small pleasantries, little wishes he hopes to witness someday.

Historically, a married pair must consummate their bond.

Malleus’s fingertips flit across your figure, feeling fabric beneath his palms. He tries to exercise restraint and take it slow—everything in moderation, Lilia would remind him—but he can’t contain his nympholepsy. Your clothes are discarded at once, shredded to scraps in his haste. He moves clumsily, following the searchlight of intrinsic ardor. You’re softer when bare, he observes, peeling your bra from your skin. A pallid hand presses down onto your breast, the pudge of which caves beneath his fingers. He withdraws and it bounces back to its shape.

Fascinating, he marvels with wide, enchanted eyes.

Claws tweak at your hardened nipples next. He’s careful because you’re notably weaker. Even in sleep, he must mind his hedonism. Too much and you will break. Too little and he’ll be left unsatisfied. Malleus watches your expression. It was mostly neutral, but now your eyebrows are twitching in response to his touch.

In sleep, you are the most vulnerable.

He knows this because he’s peered in from afar, admiring you through a glass barrier while you slept unaware in Ramshackle. He would never do anything without invitation. Though it may not be in writing, your body is oh-so-inviting. And he indulges because he’s only known this fervor in the deepest, darkest dreams.

Curiously, in his pursuit of passion, Malleus happens upon the special space between your legs. Delicate like a flower, it’s the prettiest part of your anatomy. If he wishes to connect with you, to tie himself to you in unholy communion, he must acquaint himself with this sliver of seventh heaven. He’s never seen one up close; the sight is foreign but very welcome. He drinks it in, burning your form into his retinas. Two fingers trace your labia, stroking along flowery folds in V-shaped strokes. You twitch in his arms, an unconscious, knee-jerk reaction.

At some point, in the middle of his experimental exploration, Malleus begins to hum. It’s a soft, genial lilt. Low and soothing, the lullaby fills the silent halls of Diasomnia’s common room like poison gas.

He contemplates whether this is enough. Can you feel these sensations even when you’re so deep in your dreams? Perhaps so, for when he brushes back the hood protecting your clit to rub at it you soak his fingers. Lubricious, your wetness shimmers on his fingertips when he pulls them away to admire the very essence of you. Without hesitation, he places his fingers on the pad of his tongue to clean both. It’s a divine taste, proof of pleasure.

You cannot speak, so instead your body does so for you. A most bewitching behavior.

Malleus’s hand slithers back towards home, his fingers sliding in with surprising ease. Gummy walls cling to slender digits, embracing the intrusion as if it’s meant to be. With each pump of his fingers, your body warms. The sinful squelch of scissoring fingers joins his humming in a salacious song. Every now and then, you spasm in his arms, your lips parting ever so slightly to release a sigh or a breathy moan. It’s musical, a whimsy he’s only just discovered.

“My beautiful bride,” Malleus croons, “you will know love in my arms. Love forevermore, here in this sanctuary. Fear not, for I have done away with all that may terrify and traumatize.”

Pressure is straining beneath the belt, an itch that must be promptly dealt with. Removing his fingers, he shifts you on his lap so that he may free his cocks from confinement. Twin monstrosities curve towards his stomach; perhaps you’d have been frightened if you were awake to behold them. His hand settles on the small of your back, steadying you as he lines one of them up with your body. The tip just reaches past your navel. For a moment, Malleus ponders whether he might break you.

Careful now, he can hear Lilia’s chiding. Impatience will lead to injury.

He heeds the unspoken warning, lifting you with both hands until the head of his cock is kissing your pussy. And then, slowly, he lowers you down onto him. Your pussy stretches around him, a snug squeeze that only grows tighter with every inch swallowed. Malleus pulls you flush against his chest when he’s halfway slotted, his breathing staggered. Your body quivers, walls fluttering around him, while his other unsheathed cock presses against your navel. Pre-cum smears on your stomach.

He’s determined to cherish you, thrusting all the way to the hilt after a few determined tries. It’s a firm fit, but it’s still bliss. Hissing through his teeth, brows knitted in concentration, Malleus wraps his arms around you and fucks. Mindless, mostly, but with the intent to reach the only acceptable end here: orgasmic ecstasy. He makes up for the lack of motion on your part by moving his hips to meet yours as he rocks you up and down. Whimpers slip past your lips; he shushes you with song, humming through groans and grunts.

This is love.

Malleus thinks so when he positions your hands over his other untouched cock. The illusion doesn’t last long because your hands are quick to fall away. Instead, he grasps your hand, guides it back to his shaft, and pumps himself using your precious palm for friction.

You’re bounced up and down in a parody of consensual copulation. Malleus dwells in imagination, picturing you in a wedding gown. He considers what you might say, the vows you would undoubtedly swear, and the sweet nothings you’d exchange late into the evening. He’d twirl you across an elegant ballroom while everyone looks on with tender adoration and reverence. He’d show you the stars hanging just within reach, and when you’re swept up in riveting romance the sky is tangible and dreams are spun from sugar.

He’d place you on his bed, stripping you of your dress, hands trailing up to tug the frilly garter from your thigh, and you’d smile at him, open your arms and welcome him with mutual affection. You’d bloom for him like a moonflower, your heart beating in sync with his, as he fulfills the final promise—one so bodily imperative. An oath to disturb desolate halls with noise. To hear the pitter-patter of tiny footfalls upon stone floors—he can’t imagine anything more harmonious.

You would soften throughout the months, bright with that foretold pregnancy glow. He would press his hands to your rounded belly and feel squirming within, restless kicks and nudges. You’d discuss potential names over breakfast, and he would hover even though he knows you’re plenty capable. But he worries because you’re so fragile and fleeting. So pretty. So round with child. He wouldn’t leave you alone for a moment; you’re far too enchanting. Perhaps, in some distant future, he’ll lower to the height of your stomach and sing to the baby.

A smile would tug at your lips and you’d reach down to pat his head, running your fingers over his horns. And then— 

Malleus cracks his eyes open, his breath hot against your face. His chest heaves as he comes down from the high of domestic daydreams to find your stomach spattered with cum. Swallowing thickly, he peers between your bodies at your pussy stretched around his other cock.

Oh, he came inside.

Unexpectedly. Or perhaps not, for this was his intention. But once is not nearly enough, and he must fill you until you’re fit to burst—until it’s biologically certain you’re pregnant.

An emotion flickers on your face. Malleus mistakes it for jubilation, the type which calls forth a sunshower on your cheeks. He kisses the tears trailing down your face, ending at your lips for a chaste peck.

This is not the finale. It is simply the beginning.

[ghostlyfanparadise]

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

AU where after he dies, Bingge wakes up as a human child that eventually becomes a slave named ‘Nine’. At least he has his most loyal general, Mobei-jun with him, reincarnated as ‘Seven’.

Years later, Yue Qingyuan wakes up from being pierced by poisoned arrows as a demonic prince in the northern Demon Realm. Some years after that, Shen Jiu finds himself reborn as a baby left on a boat floating down an icy river.

(Or: QiJiu and MoBing are reborn into the past. They just got swapped around a bit in the process. It will take all of them a while to figure this out.)

[gingiesworld]

The Scarlet Storm : Hydra Reborn Chapterlist

AN: Hey guys, I've decided to post one of stories that I have posted on my Wattpad account. This story will contain violence, smut, angst and fluff.

Summary: Y/N Romanoff was the biological sister of Natasha Romanoff. Only older by a year. The two along with Yelena lived the beginning of their lives with Melina and Alexei until the three were separated.

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Aavia Romanoff

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One (What If)

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two (What If)

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three (What If)

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Epilogue

Taglist : @mothertoall2 @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

[mistystepmoonbeam]

Reborn in Baldur's Gate 3 With No Memory and Plenty of Gold

You’ve been reincarnated.  It’s the realization you come to when the tiefling offering you a health potion introduces himself as Tav.  You died and your soul revived in Baldur's Gate 3, at the beginning of the game no less.  But you only have the memories of your past life on Earth, and none of your current one.  

Tav invites you to join him on his journey, despite your lack of abilities or maybe because of it.  You might as well go along with it; where else would you go with no memory of who you currently are, or knowledge of anything that lies outside of the narrative?

There will be challenges, of course, challenges beyond the tadpole in your head and the journey to Baldur's Gate.  Like that strange feeling of a phantom limb that reaches from the back of your head, the suspicions from the other companions that you’re not telling them everything when you say you’ve lost your memories, and the fact that everything you have on you indicates that you’re extremely wealthy in this life.

Yes, there is much to discover about your life in Baldur's Gate, and what transpires relies on the tiefling leading your group as Tav.

A/N:  I love Gale and Astarion so expect the story to be with them quite a bit—I’m going to try to include all companions though!  I’d also like to note that I haven’t actually finished the game myself, and only just finished the part with Cazador.  

Gender neutral and avoiding descriptions as much as possible for the reader character.  It’s a light story, not gonna have much angst but maybe some mutual pining 👀

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part 14 (Tav's Night)

Part 14 (Astarion's Night)

Part 14 (Gale's Night)

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Read on AO3

[hwnglx]

which tarot card best represent the members of enhypen? like what they really are and what kind of person they want to be?

this was an interesting request! so, let's see 💌

heeseung

what he is: knight of pentacles

heeseung is extremely cautious. someone who takes slow, but steady and controlled approaches in basically all his endeavours. you will rarely catch him act recklessly. he's persistent, reliable, stable and has a practical mind. he also has this patience of steel, doesn't allow anyone to rile him up easily, but might be perceived as boring or stale at times.

what he wants to be: seven of wands

he wants to stand his ground more, courageously defend himself, his beliefs or opinions, and his people more. he wants to be more outspoken and not always be so obsessed over stability, like he wants to allow himself to lose his shit and temper sometimes and shout at someone if they do him wrong. there's this frustration in him, where he thinks he's always so easily worried over not overstepping any lines, and not doing anything or anyone wrong, he feels like he might appear defenseless and like an easy target because of it.

jay

what he is: king of swords and nine of wands

someone with a rational and logical mind, who can appear cold and detached a lot of the times. he's wise, intellectual, serious and knows how to keep a cool head throughout any of his endevours. he isn't someone who lets people get to him that easily, and can have his guard up sometimes in order to protect himself, which can make him come off kinda stoic and unapproachable sometimes. he can also come off more defensive and hard to crack than he'd like. people might struggle feeling comfortable with him due to this.

what he wants to be: six of pentacles

he wants to be more generous, giving and caring. he wants people to be more aware of his desire to help and support the people around him, and wishes they would feel more comfortable going up to him when they're in need of something. this is also just.. giving in general, i wanna go around and give all my loved ones gifts and shower them with things, so they understand i actually genuinely care about them. it seems like he's worried of his selfless heart not being recognised, and him being misunderstood as someone colder and more selfish than he actually is.

jake

what he is: moon and four of swords

hm, jake is someone who's prone to getting extremely anxious and insecure a lot of the times. he can struggle letting go of certain worries or deep fears, can often get fixated on negativity, feel pessimistic and struggle letting go of this darkness inside of him. he feels overwhelmed, but his mind never really truly gives him a break. he essentially feels trapped inside his head and doesn't know a way out. he can also have a tendency to hide many darker parts of himself, and can have struggles expressing it.. so it just lingers.

what he wants to be: five of pentacles and judgement

he isn't necessarily rejecting the negativity, but moreso wants to grow from it and transform from the pain. he wants the pain to turn him into a wiser, stronger and more self-aware person who understands his life-path, and gets out of his hopeless situation as a more knowledgable and powerful person. he wants the hurt in his life to guide him to a better place, and find awareness of his true inner calling by going through the dirt, but coming out the other side as a wiser man. he wants a fresh start, and feel like he's reborn. there might be this fear inside of him, that he's someone who's destined to struggle.

sunghoon

what he is: ace of cups

sunghoon is someone who connects to others on a profound level, and is in possession of good emotional understanding and sympathy for the people around him. his aura is very pleasant and gentle, people just enjoy being around him because he makes them feel comfortable, supported, listened to and heard. he's great at bonding with people, and just overall radiates this safe and agreeable vibe, which makes it easy for others to feel at ease when they're with him.

what he wants to be: seven of wands

so same card as heeseung; sunghoon wants to speak his mind more. he might think that people view him as too nice all the time, to the point where he won't voice his opinion or defend himself if necessary, just because he isn't the type to get angry or extremely emotional as quickly. i think this might come to him naturally (especially if he's a libra rising) but he doesn't want to constantly match his composure to other people, and sometimes be more selfish i feel like; he's just naturally very balanced and grounded, which can give off the wrong impression to others. i keep hearing “만만해” which means “he's easy” like he supposedly can't stand up for himself or fight when the situation calls for it.

jungwon

what he is: knight of wands and the world

hm, i see this as his two sides clashing; his impulsive side, and his perfectionistic side. he's always striked me as someone who's very picky, sets the people around him and himself up to immensely high standards. however, he can act in a rash manner sometimes, especially when it comes to his relationships, as well as come off stronger and more direct than he wishes to. i heard “��도함” which translates to something like “proud”, but it can be used to refer someone who just has this more elegant and chic demeanour.

i think jungwon might struggle balancing these two sides in him, where he can act or say things on impulse, again i keep sensing him just rubbing other people the wrong way sometimes, and him wanting to be more in control of himself. not only have a sense of inner balance, but also give off more of a deep, wise and mature aura.

what he wants to be: six of cups, five of wands and strength

yeah, this is kinda giving.. “i wish i could go back to the past and refrain myself at times when i ran my mouth.” i think he might've been someone who's fought a lot with others in the past, has gotten himself into plenty of arguments with people he actually cared about, which he seemingly can still beat himself up over today. “why did i let my pride get in the way of me being a decent person?” is what i heard.

i think he can be very prideful and stubborn at times, he does have an ego, which can drive him into this state of coming off offensive. he wants to be someone who's capable of suppressing his frustration more, and wants to be a person others can rely on, rather than feel offended by. he wants to display this pillar of comfort and strength for the people around him, someone you can lean on with an easy mind.

sunoo

what he is: ace of swords

sunoo is very witty, funny, intelligent, mentally quick. he's clever, full of interesting and exciting ideas, and has a mind that's always racing. he's also just a good communicator who's good with his words, eloquent and knows how to express himself in this effective manner, to get the point across sufficiently. he isn't someone who sugarcoats his words for anyone, like best believe sunoo will tell it to you as it is and give no damns, take it or leave it lol. he has a sharp and fast mind, and can often be a little judgemental of people who aren't the brightest. like i can see him thinking “are you dumb?” while judging some slower people lmaooo.

what he wants to be: five of wands

i'm sorry i snickered a little, it's cute..

sunoo wants to be more competitive and prove himself in a more effective manner. he might feel like people don't always take him seriously or perceive him as too weak and sensitive. sunoo wants to argue, he wants to people to come at him, because in the end he knows he can outsmart them anyway. he also just enjoys challenges and playful but healthy competitiveness. he likes the fun that comes from an exciting challenge, and likely feels drawn to people who aren't afraid to poke the bear and provoke him sometimes. i just keep hearing “boring”, i feel like rather than himself, he might feel that he just has too many boring people around him, and wants to feel more challenged, especially mentally. “let's fight bitch!” is what i heard. i'm crying. his energy is probably one of the most unserious one's i've read for recently, it used to be much deeper and a little more intense in the past.

ni-ki

what he is: temperance

ni-ki is just very chill, and balanced. he doesn't let things get to him as quickly, at least from an outsider's perspective, and doesn't allow external forces to bring him out of his balance. he can have this very agreeable and peaceful aura to him, and displays an air of patience and stability. he's composed, doesn't succumb to emotional extremes, and can have a soothing effect on the people around him due to his everlasting calm and serene demeanour.

what he wants to be: seven of swords and queen of cups

hm, i'm personally understanding this more as.. he wants people to recognise there's more beyond the peaceful surface. he is someone pretty emotional, also carries a great deal of compassion and empathy for the people around him, but can get misunderstood as being more of an “airhead” who just doesn't really feel anything as strongly, or doesn't care.

ni-ki can often feel and understand people's emotions as if they were his own and absorb them in a profound manner, but isn't very good at showcasing it. he has more of a tendency to hide the more emotional parts of himself, and might have a lot of problems voicing the way he feels, which might result in him feeling misunderstood. like i can sense him feeling like people might think he can't ever relate or understand their standpoint, although he absolutely does and can a lot of the time. it just isn't on display for them to perceive it.

[kyuubinosennin]

return to the mists

It had been three years since Uzumaki Naruto left for training with Jiraiya. Three years had passed since the power of the villages had begun to shift. There were a series of events over three years that occurred following Naruto's appearance before Konohagakure's Hokage and his former teammates. One of the events was the public outing of Uzumaki Naruto by some unknown source. Now the world knew that the Kyuubi Jinchuriki still lived and that he was the son of a village's heroes. The ripple effects of that left Konoha side-eyed and regarded warily, but it also alerted others that the Uzumaki Clan was not as dead as it was thought to be. Another was the start to attacks on the jinchuriki. A nearly fatal assault on Sunagakure left its jinchuriki, Gaara, wounded and in hiding while he recovered. This assault had been stopped by a timely intervention from two fellow jinchuriki - Roshi and Han of Iwagakure. Yet, it introduced the world to a rising threat: The group called the Akatsuki. A band of mercenaries with a darker plan that had yet to be figured out. Yet another event was more tragic than anything. Miraomoi Akawarai had died in his sleep to old age and his waning health. A death that put Kiri in mourning for a while. Akawarai had been a pillar of the village and had moved mountains to better the village. He had inspired others and thus his loss was felt. Yet, he had set up things to continue on past his death - including the reborn Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. It was now time for the son of the seas to return home. Kiri was experiencing a quiet transition into the evening - the moon starting to lurch into the sky. Stars filled the vast sky above while the light mist settled down across the village. It was as the evening began that the Mizukage, Mei, would be tipped off to a very powerful presence now entering her village. A familiar presence of chakra that was now at Kiri's cemetery.

There, standing before the grave of Akawarai, was a familiar head of curly red hair. A "crown" of flames that befit a prince like he was. The young man with whisker marks on his face and his patterned scars. His body was covered by a tattered red cloak - tattered and "styled" to look like nine red and black tails. Two sheathed swords peeked out from his cloak. The scabbards looked to be simple in design - a dark brown leather holding for the swords. His head tilts when he feels her approaching. "I was going to come surprise you, but I suppose I should have suppressed my chakra first." remarked Naruto with a small smile crossing his face. He turned to face Mei - having done what he came to do by the time she arrived. A bouquet of flowers laid on Akawarai's grave.

[talonabraxas]

Solar Diety

A solar deity (also sun god(dess)) is a deity who represents the sun, or an aspect of it, usually by its perceived power and strength. Solar deities and sun worship can be found throughout most of recorded history in various forms. Hence, many beliefs have formed around this worship, such as the "missing sun" found in many cultures.

Solar deities throughout cultures

In different religions solarised supreme deities carry different names and are associated with different aspects of the cultural universe of the society, but for the most part its raw image remains identical.

The Neolithic concept of a solar barge, the sun as traversing the sky in a boat, is found in the later myths of ancient Egypt, with Ra and Horus. Earlier Egyptian myths imply that the sun is within the lioness, Sekhmet, at night and can be seen reflected in her eyes or that it is within the cow, Hathor during the night, being reborn each morning as her son (bull). Proto-Indo-European religion has a solar chariot, the sun as traversing the sky in a chariot.

During the Roman Empire, a festival of the birth of the Unconquered Sun (or Dies Natalis Solis Invicti) was celebrated on the winter solstice — the "rebirth" of the sun. In Germanic mythology this is Sol, in Vedic Surya, and in Greek Helios (occasionally referred to as Titan) and (sometimes) as Apollo. Mesopotamian Shamash plays an important role during the Bronze Age, and "my Sun" is eventually used as an address to royalty. Similarly, South American cultures have emphatic Sun worship, see Inti.

During the later periods of Roman history, sun worship gained in importance and ultimately led to what has been called a “solar monotheism.” Nearly all the gods of the period were possessed of solar qualities, and both Christ and Mithra acquired the traits of solar deities. The feast of Sol Invictus (Unconquered Sun) on December 25 was celebrated with great joy, and eventually this date was taken over by the Christians as Christmas, the birthday of Christ.[1]

Hinduism

The Ādityas are one of the principal deities of the Vedic classical Hinduism belonging to Solar class. In the Vedas, numerous hymns are dedicated to Mitra, Varuna and Savitr.

Even the Gayatri mantra, which is regarded as one of the most sacred of the Vedic hymns is dedicated to Savitr, one of the principal Ādityas. The Adityas are a group of solar deities, from the Brahmana period numbering twelve. The ritual of sandhyavandanam, performed by Hindus, is an elaborate set of hand gestures and body movements, designed to greet and revere the sun.

The sun god in Hinduism is an ancient and revered deity. In later Hindu usage, all the Vedic Ādityas lost identity and metamorphosed into one composite deity, Surya, the sun. The attributes of all other Ādityas merged into that of Surya and the names of all other Ādityas became synonymous with or epithets of Surya.

The Ramayana has Lord Rama as a descendant of the Surya, thus belonging to the Surya Vansh or the clan of the Sun. The Mahabharata describes one of its warrior heroes Karna as being the son of the Pandava mother Kunti and Surya.

The sun god is said to married to the goddess Ranaadeh, also known as Sanjnya. She is depicted in dual form, being both sunlight and shadow, personified. The goddess is revered in Gujarat and Rajasthan.

The charioteer of Surya is Aruna, who is also personified as the redness that accompanies the sunlight in dawn and dusk. The Sun God is driven by a seven-horsed Chariot depicting the seven days of the week.

In India, at Konark, in the state of Orissa, a temple is dedicated to Surya. The Konark temple has also been declared a UNESCO world heritage site. Surya is the most prominent of the navagrahas or nine celestial objects of the Hindus. Navagrahas can be found in almost all Hindu temples. There are further temples dedicated to Surya, one in Arasavilli, Srikakulam District in AndhraPradesh, one in Gujarat and another in Rajasthan. The temple at Arasavilli was constructed in such a way that on the day of Radhasaptami, the sun's rays directly fall on the feet of the Sri Suryanarayana Swami, the deity at the temple.

Chhath (Hindi: छठ, also called Dala Chhath) is an ancient Hindu festival dedicated to Surya, the chief solar deity, unique to Bihar, Jharkhand and the Terai. This major festival is also celebrated in the northeast region of India, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, and parts of Chhattisgarh.Hymns praying to the sun can be found in the Vedas, the oldest sacred texts of Hinduism. Practiced in different parts of India, the worship of the sun has been described in the Rigveda.

Ancient Egypt

Sun worship was exceptionally prevalent in ancient Egyptian religion. The earliest deities associated with the sun are Wadjet, Sekhmet, Hathor, Nut, Bastet, Bat, and Menhit. First Hathor, and then Isis, give birth to and nurse Horus and Ra. Hathor the horned-cow is one of the twelve daughters of Ra, gifted with joy and is a wet-nurse to Horus.

The sun's movement across the sky represents a struggle between the Pharaoh's soul and an avatar of Osiris. Ra travels across the sky in his solar-boat; at dawn he drives away the demon apep of darkness. The "solarisation" of several local gods (Hnum-Re, Min-Re, Amon-Re) reaches its peak in the period of the fifth dynasty.

In the eighteenth dynasty, Akhenaten changed the polytheistic religion of Egypt to a monotheistic one, Atenism of the solar-disk and is the first recorded state monotheism. All other deities were replaced by the Aten, including, Amun-Ra, the reigning sun god of Akhenaten's own region. Unlike other deities, the Aten did not have multiple forms. His only image was a disk—a symbol of the sun.

Soon after Akhenaten's death, worship of the traditional deities was reestablished by the religious leaders (Ay the High-Priest of Amen-Ra, mentor of Tutankhaten/Tutankhamen) who had adopted the Aten during the reign of Akhenaten.

Chinese mythology

In Chinese mythological cosmology, there were originally ten suns in the sky, who were all brothers. They were supposed to emerge one at a time as commanded by the Jade Emperor. They were all very young and loved to fool around. Once they decided to all go into the sky to play, all at once. This made the world too hot and nothing grew. A hero named Hou Yi shot down nine of them with a bow and arrow to save the people of the earth. He is still honored to this day. In another myth, the solar eclipse was caused by the magical dog of heaven biting off a piece of the sun. The referenced event is said to have occurred around 2,160BCE. There was a tradition in China to make lots of loud celebratory sounds during a solar eclipse to scare the sacred "dog" away. The Deity of the Sun in Chinese mythology is Ri Gong Tai Yang Xing Jun (Tai Yang Gong / Grandfather Sun) or Star Lord of the Solar Palace, Lord of the Sun. In some mythologies, Tai Yang Xing Jun is believed to be Hou Yi. Tai Yang Xing Jun is usually decipted with the Star Lord of the Lunar Palace, Lord of the Moon, Yue Gong Tai Yin Xing Jun (Tai Yin Niang Niang / Lady Tai Yin).

Buddhism

In Buddhist cosmology, the bodhisattva of the sun is known as Ri Gong Ri Guang Pu Sa (The Bright Solar Boddhisattva of the Solar Palace) / Ri Gong Ri Guang Tian Zi (The Bright Solar Prince of the Solar Palace) / Ri Gong Ri Guang Zun Tian Pu Sa (The Greatly Revered Bright Solar Prince of the Solar Palace / one of the 20 or 24 guardian devas). In Sanskrit, He is known as Suryaprabha. He is usually decipted with Yue Gong Yue Guang Pu Sa (The Bright Lunar Boddhisattva of the Lunar Palace) / Yue Gong Yue Guang Tian Zi ( The Bright Lunar Prince of the Lunar Palace) / Yue Gong Yue Guang Zun Tian Pu Sa (The Greatly Revered Bright Lunar Prince of the Lunar Palace / one of the 20 or 24 guardian devas) or known as Candraprabha in Sanskrit. With Yao Shi Fo / Bhaisajyaguru Buddha (Medicine Buddha), these two boddhisattvas create the Dong Fang San Sheng or the Three Holy Sages of the East.

Africa

The Munshi tribe considers the sun to be the son of the supreme being Awondo and the moon is Awondo's daughter. The Barotse tribe believes that the Sun is inhabited by the sky god Nyambi and the Moon is his wife. Even where the sun god is equated with the supreme being, in some African mythologies he or she does not have any special functions or privileges as compared to other deities.

Aztec mythology

In Aztec mythology, Tonatiuh (Nahuatl:Ollin Tonatiuh "Movement of the Sun") was the sun god. The Aztec people considered him the leader of Tollan, heaven. He was also known as the fifth sun, because the Aztecs believed that he was the sun that took over when the fourth sun was expelled from the sky. According to their cosmology, each sun was a god with its own cosmic era. According to the Aztecs, they were still in Tonatiuh's era. According to the Aztec creation myth, the god demanded human sacrifice as tribute and without it would refuse to move through the sky. It is said that 20,000 people were sacrificed each year to Tonatiuh and other gods, though this number is thought to be inflated either by the Aztecs, who wanted to inspire fear in their enemies, or the Spaniards, who wanted to vilify the Aztecs. The Aztecs were fascinated by the sun and carefully observed it, and had a solar calendar second only in accuracy to the Mayan's. Many of today's remaining Aztec monuments have structures aligned with the sun.

In the Aztec calendar, Tonatiuh is the lord of the thirteen days from 1 Death to 13 Flint. The preceding thirteen days are ruled over by Chalchiuhtlicue, and the following thirteen by Tlaloc.

Indonesian mythology

The same swapping process is seen in Indonesia. The solar gods have a stronger presence in Indonesia's religious life and myth. In some cases the sun is revered as a "father" or "founder" of the tribe. This may apply for the whole tribe or only for the royal and ruling families. This practise is more common in Australia and on the island of Timor, where the tribal leaders are seen as direct heirs to the sun god.

Some of the initiation rites include the second reincarnation of the rite's subject as a "son of the sun", through a symbolic death and a rebirth in the form of a sun. These rituals hint that the Sun may have an important role in the sphere of funerary beliefs. Watching the un's path has given birth to the idea in some societies that the deity of the Sun descends in to the underworld without dying and is capable of returning afterward. This is the reason for the Sun being associated with functions such as guide of the deceased tribe members to the underworld, as well as with revival of perished. The sun is a mediator between the planes of the living and the dead.

Theosophy The primary local deity in Theosophy is the Solar Logos, i.e., the consciousness of the sun.

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Leave Your Mark ⭑˚🧪⭑ 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark.

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“Kai, do you want to eat lunch together?”  

It comes as no surprise, but Chisaki responds by scrunching up his nose.  

“Go away,” he sighs. “I don’t have time for stupid little kids.”  

He barely even spares you a glance before burying his nose in the book he’s been reading. You’ve come to discover that he is nine years old, seven years older than you, but that being said, he’s still a kid himself. You find it funny that he’s acting as if he’s a full-grown adult, when in fact, you’ve lived for longer than he has.  

But for all his hasty reprimands and how eager he is to get rid of you, still you remain undeterred. You’ve decided that you want to change his life for the better. To ensure that he won’t become a villain and go on to hurt countless people—including a helpless little girl.  

So, you plop down next to him, still smiling brightly, then unwrap the sandwich one of the caregivers handed you earlier. Admittedly, it doesn’t smell great, and it’s warm, for some reason, but considering how much of a dump this place is, you know it’s the best you’re going to get.  

You bite into your sandwich and make a face. “This tastes a little funny.”  

“Stupid kid,” Chisaki mutters, shuffling away from you. “The meat is probably on the verge of spoiling. You’re going to get sick, and then you’re going to get me sick. Ugh.”  

There’s not really much you can do about your limited dining options here, and you just hope that you won’t end up with food poisoning.  

“The beginner’s guide to human anatomy,” you mumble, reciting the title of the book Chisaki has in hand. This seems to catch his attention, and he stops reading to peer over at you with arched brows. 

“You know how to read?” he blinks. “But you’re only two.”  

Oh. Right. I’m supposed to be a toddler.  

Up until now, everyone at the orphanage just assumed you were flipping through books for the hell of it, but you’ve nearly just given yourself away. 

“I’m smart for my age,” you decide upon, making sure not to oversell it. “Does that book have nice pictures to look at?” 

Chisaki shrugs. “I guess. Mostly just diagrams and stuff. Nothing a little brat like you would understand.” 

He’s challenging you, or at the very least mocking you, and even though you shouldn’t let his words get under your skin, you suddenly feel the need to prove yourself.  

“I bet I’ll be able to understand,” you insist, then snatch the book right out of his fingers.  

“Give that back,” he grimaces. “You’re so annoying. This is why I hate kids.”  

Once again—he’s also a kid, although you certainly wouldn’t know it at first glance, based on his pretentious attitude and the complicated books he’s already reading.  

You trace your finger over one of the pages. “The aorta is the largest artery of the body, and it carries blood from the heart to the rest of the circulatory system. Blood first leaves the aortic valve, then it travels through the aorta, allowing other major arteries to deliver oxygen-rich blood to the brain, muscles, and various other cells.” 

By the time you’re finished, Chisaki’s jaw is hanging open. 

Crap. You probably could’ve afforded to hold back a bit.  

“Told you I’m smart for my age,” you say, then gently place the book back in his hands. Well, it must come as a shock to him, since you appear as a toddler, but you’re actually a teenager mentally speaking. Being able to read is hardly that impressive. What’s actually impressive is that he’s reading complicated stuff like this, despite only being nine years old.  

But you decide to savor your little victory nonetheless.  

“Huh,” is all Chisaki can think to respond. He studies you for a few moments, lips coming together in a thin line. It’s clear that he doesn’t quite know what to make of you, but perhaps that’s for the better. It means that he’ll develop an interest in you and want to keep you close, right?  

Hardly five seconds later, he shoos you away.  

“Leave,” he demands. “Your sandwich stinks. Stop hanging near me.”  

It seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you. And there really must have been something wrong with that sandwich, because later that same day, you end up vomiting onto the carpet.  

Chisaki makes no attempt to hide his disgust.

You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you first met Chisaki, but progress is slow. And when you say slow, you mean horribly and inconceivably slow.  

You knew as much while following the plot of My Hero Academia, but damn, Chisaki really isn’t fond of other people.  

“Go away,” he sneers.  

“You’re annoying and dirty,” he remarks on another occasion. 

Sometimes—if you’re lucky—he’ll spend more than five seconds talking to you, but it’s usually only when he’s stringing together a more complicated insult.  

“I want you to leave me alone, and if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to tie you to a tree outside and leave you there.” 

 Since he’s only nine years old and has yet to hurt a soul, you aren’t terribly intimidated. Plus, there are way too many eyewitnesses at the orphanage for him to get away with such a thing. 

“Pfft,” you brush off. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”  

He does, in fact, tie you to a tree—and on more than one occasion.  

Oh, well. You assumed going into this that it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor. Chisaki clearly hasn’t yet understood that, like it or not, you’re here to stay.  

It’s a day like any other, and you’re in the midst of recovering from yet another spoiled-food-induced tummy ache, when out of nowhere, Chisaki decides to walk out of the orphanage. Sometimes kids play outside. That is, after all, where he tied you to all of those trees.  

But Chisaki isn’t one for playing games to begin with, and today, he seems to have made up his mind about something.  

He leaves the orphanage without looking back.  

Naturally, you follow him, as fast as your tiny legs will allow you to. It will take a while for the caregivers to realize you’ve both gone missing. Negligent supervision seems to be the recurring trend around here. Really, it’s a miracle that the rest of the kids are even still alive.

“Where are you going?” you ask, stumbling to keep up with him. Goddammit. This tiny body of yours is so frustrating. You’re used to being in full control of your limbs, and being able to walk faster than what feels like a solid ten meters per hour. 

Chisaki doesn’t so much as glance at you. “That place is filthy,” he mutters. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not that it matters anyways. Everywhere is the same. Wherever I go, people will just keep disappointing me.”  

You realize that you don’t know much about Chisaki’s backstory. All you know is that at some point in his childhood, he was taken in by a kind-hearted yakuza man, but apart from that, the details are left rather vague.  

Where are his parents? How long ago did they abandon him? Just how many years has he spent on his own, without knowing what it feels like to be loved and cared for?  

He probably won’t tell you even if you ask, but your heart aches for him regardless.  

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. Perhaps it sounds like you’re just talking out of your ass, and you doubt it helps to reassure him much, but he spares a glance at you anyways.  

He presses his lips together. “You’re just a little kid. Go back to that stinky place. It’s better than sticking with me. I can’t take care of you.”  

“We can take care of each other,” you offer.  

Chisaki shakes his head in dismay, but surprisingly, he’s not telling you to leave, so you muster up a smile and follow him. Follow him where exactly, you have no clue, but you’ve already made up your mind to stay with him, no matter what happens.  

And then, for the first time, you find yourself intertwined with the story’s plot.  

“What are you children doing all the way out here?”  

The voice catches you off-guard, but when you tilt your head to get a better look at who just spoke, your eyes go wider than ever.  

Ah. I know him.  

Of course you do. After all, he’s largely the reason that Chisaki goes on to commit so many crimes. It’s not just his hatred of Quirks and rejection of the so-called ‘Hero Syndrome’, but also because he feels as though he needs to repay the man who took him in, and bring the yakuza back to their former glory.  

This man is Chisaki’s adoptive father, and the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, who is affectionally referred to as Pops. 

Droplets of rain fall upon your cherubic cheeks and roll down your skin. The sky has been looking rather gray and murky for a while, so you’re not surprised that it’s steadily turning into a downpour.  

Pops stares at the both of you and frowns. “It isn’t safe to be out here all alone. Where are your parents? Did you get separated from them?”  

“We don’t have parents,” you blurt out. “We don’t... we don’t have anyone.”  

Instead of responding, Chisaki just nods his head somberly. He’s not a talkative sort to begin with, but right now, it looks like he’s lost for words. You doubt he’s expecting anything. He clearly hasn’t led a particularly happy life until now, and it shows.  

But when Pops pulls out his umbrella and uses it to shelter both of you from the rain, Chisaki’s golden eyes widen ever-so-slightly.

“I see,” Pops hums. He pauses, a slow, gentle smile stretching across his lips. “And what are your names, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

You respond without wasting a beat. “I’m [Name]! And this is my friend—”  

“I’m not your friend.” Chisaki lets out a weary sigh, but when he peers up at Pops, he suddenly looks sheepish, as if he can tell that he’s a man worth respecting. “I’m... Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.”  

Pops seems amused, and despite the rain soaking into his kimono, he holds the umbrella in place, so that neither of you will get wet.  

“Well, then,” he says. “If you’ve got nowhere to go... then how about coming with me?”  

It’s happening. The moment you watched unfold in the anime is actually happening, right before your very eyes.  

The only difference is that, this time, Chisaki isn’t alone.  

You will be with him every step of the way, to guide him towards a brighter future.  

“...okay,” Chisaki says. His voice is hesitant, definitely more uncertain than you’re used to it being, but you can tell that right here and now, he’s decided to give Pops a chance.  

He will be grateful towards this man for the rest of his life, that much you know for a fact.

You’re not sure exactly how much time has passed since you first met Chisaki, but progress is slow. And when you say slow, you mean horribly and inconceivably slow.  

You knew as much while following the plot of My Hero Academia, but damn, Chisaki really isn’t fond of other people.  

“Go away,” he sneers.  

“You’re annoying and dirty,” he remarks on another occasion. 

Sometimes—if you’re lucky—he’ll spend more than five seconds talking to you, but it’s usually only when he’s stringing together a more complicated insult.  

“I want you to leave me alone, and if you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to tie you to a tree outside and leave you there.” 

 Since he’s only nine years old and has yet to hurt a soul, you aren’t terribly intimidated. Plus, there are way too many eyewitnesses at the orphanage for him to get away with such a thing. 

“Pfft,” you brush off. “You wouldn’t do that to me.”  

He does, in fact, tie you to a tree—and on more than one occasion.  

Oh, well. You assumed going into this that it wouldn’t be an easy endeavor. Chisaki clearly hasn’t yet understood that, like it or not, you’re here to stay.  

It’s a day like any other, and you’re in the midst of recovering from yet another spoiled-food-induced tummy ache, when out of nowhere, Chisaki decides to walk out of the orphanage. Sometimes kids play outside. That is, after all, where he tied you to all of those trees.  

But Chisaki isn’t one for playing games to begin with, and today, he seems to have made up his mind about something.  

He leaves the orphanage without looking back.  

Naturally, you follow him, as fast as your tiny legs will allow you to. It will take a while for the caregivers to realize you’ve both gone missing. Negligent supervision seems to be the recurring trend around here. Really, it’s a miracle that the rest of the kids are even still alive.

“Where are you going?” you ask, stumbling to keep up with him. Goddammit. This tiny body of yours is so frustrating. You’re used to being in full control of your limbs, and being able to walk faster than what feels like a solid ten meters per hour. 

Chisaki doesn’t so much as glance at you. “That place is filthy,” he mutters. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. Not that it matters anyways. Everywhere is the same. Wherever I go, people will just keep disappointing me.”  

You realize that you don’t know much about Chisaki’s backstory. All you know is that at some point in his childhood, he was taken in by a kind-hearted yakuza man, but apart from that, the details are left rather vague.  

Where are his parents? How long ago did they abandon him? Just how many years has he spent on his own, without knowing what it feels like to be loved and cared for?  

He probably won’t tell you even if you ask, but your heart aches for him regardless.  

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell him. Perhaps it sounds like you’re just talking out of your ass, and you doubt it helps to reassure him much, but he spares a glance at you anyways.  

He presses his lips together. “You’re just a little kid. Go back to that stinky place. It’s better than sticking with me. I can’t take care of you.”  

“We can take care of each other,” you offer.  

Chisaki shakes his head in dismay, but surprisingly, he’s not telling you to leave, so you muster up a smile and follow him. Follow him where exactly, you have no clue, but you’ve already made up your mind to stay with him, no matter what happens.  

And then, for the first time, you find yourself intertwined with the story’s plot.  

“What are you children doing all the way out here?”  

The voice catches you off-guard, but when you tilt your head to get a better look at who just spoke, your eyes go wider than ever.  

Ah. I know him.  

Of course you do. After all, he’s largely the reason that Chisaki goes on to commit so many crimes. It’s not just his hatred of Quirks and rejection of the so-called ‘Hero Syndrome’, but also because he feels as though he needs to repay the man who took him in, and bring the yakuza back to their former glory.  

This man is Chisaki’s adoptive father, and the boss of the Shie Hassaikai, who is affectionally referred to as Pops. 

Droplets of rain fall upon your cherubic cheeks and roll down your skin. The sky has been looking rather gray and murky for a while, so you’re not surprised that it’s steadily turning into a downpour.  

Pops stares at the both of you and frowns. “It isn’t safe to be out here all alone. Where are your parents? Did you get separated from them?”  

“We don’t have parents,” you blurt out. “We don’t... we don’t have anyone.”  

Instead of responding, Chisaki just nods his head somberly. He’s not a talkative sort to begin with, but right now, it looks like he’s lost for words. You doubt he’s expecting anything. He clearly hasn’t led a particularly happy life until now, and it shows.  

But when Pops pulls out his umbrella and uses it to shelter both of you from the rain, Chisaki’s golden eyes widen ever-so-slightly.

“I see,” Pops hums. He pauses, a slow, gentle smile stretching across his lips. “And what are your names, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

You respond without wasting a beat. “I’m [Name]! And this is my friend—”  

“I’m not your friend.” Chisaki lets out a weary sigh, but when he peers up at Pops, he suddenly looks sheepish, as if he can tell that he’s a man worth respecting. “I’m... Chisaki. Chisaki Kai.”  

Pops seems amused, and despite the rain soaking into his kimono, he holds the umbrella in place, so that neither of you will get wet.  

“Well, then,” he says. “If you’ve got nowhere to go... then how about coming with me?”  

It’s happening. The moment you watched unfold in the anime is actually happening, right before your very eyes.  

The only difference is that, this time, Chisaki isn’t alone.  

You will be with him every step of the way, to guide him towards a brighter future.  

“...okay,” Chisaki says. His voice is hesitant, definitely more uncertain than you’re used to it being, but you can tell that right here and now, he’s decided to give Pops a chance.  

He will be grateful towards this man for the rest of his life, that much you know for a fact.

[ll-but-its-random]

love these babies <3

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HIRAETH | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: An Uchiha is reborn into the Jujutsu Kaisen-verse after dying in the Uchiha massacre. This plays out as realistically as possible.

TAGS/WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, character study, eventual romance, hurt/comfort, angst, dubious morality.

Length: 36k+ words | Status: ongoing

Chapters:

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seven

eight

nine

ten

eleven

twelve

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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine

In Kar'niss' dreams, Tav exalted above the Chosen Three: the handsome man, the pale woman, and the older half-elf. Yet it was Tav that shined. She sat on a silver throne, Her Majesty's light glowing from the inside out. Her eyes shined with sovereignty and splendor. 

And Kar'niss trembled before her. She smiled compassionately upon him. "For your faithfulness...I reward you. My most dedicated, honorable disciple." His body morphed as his heart raced in his chest. His abdomen shrunk. His legs disappeared, and his pedipalps withered away. His extra eyes disappeared, and his eyelids closed.

His claws faded away into nails and elegant fingers. His exoskeleton lifted from his body. The pain in his spine, the constant pulling on his body. It all vanished. He was nude and reborn in the light of the Absolute. The voices left, and all that remained was Her Majesty.

"Serve me, my pet. And you will remain whole and pure." Her Majesty spoke through Tav's body. 

Kar'niss placed one foot in front of the other, astonished as his body  walked  towards Tav. Lolth never gave, never thanked, never praised. Years of worship for nothing. But Her Majesty shined upon him. The Original Three disappeared from his dream, and he fell to his knees before Tav. Oh, how wonderful it felt to kneel properly before his Queen. 

***

Kar'niss awoke from his trance, the memory of his dream slipping away. He whined, biting his lower lip with his sharp teeth. He pressed his head against the stone wall of his cavern, favoring the side with no eyes. He ran his fingers along the smooth interior of his hiding place. "Not fingers...claws...Beastly things..." 

Kar'niss watched from the shadows as the Pale Elf, and Tav laughed and touched each other's shoulders. Jealousy rumbled in his stomach, and indignation on behalf of his Mistress, his prophet. 

Her Majesty's voice left him. Only the familiar voices of tormentors echoed in his mind. The repetition of "monster," "freak," and "abomination" drummed like a Neideirra. Fast, unrelenting, exhausting. But then he would twirl his braid in between his clawed fingers. He would touch the locket gifted to him. 

Tav's kind smile. Her fingers were on his skin, with no hint of revulsion and fear in her eyes. 

Kar'niss itched with trepidation and longing. Tav denied his request to follow her on whatever mission she busied herself with. But she took the elf instead, along with the tiefling barbarian and githyanki warrior. Kar'niss gained enough strength to stalk around the camp. The devil-mutated human, scowling half-elf cleric, the weak-willed human wizard avoided him. That suited Kar'niss well. 

The Wood Elf druid did not retreat back to the comfort of his tent. Once he spied the drider, he approached him with a hint of fear. He introduced himself as Halsin. The man cut an imposing, tall figure. When Kar'niss was a drow, the man would have towered over him. Halsin began to speak kind, cautious words as though he were dealing with a frightened animal. But luckily, the conversation was short. Halsin wanted to relay that he was an ally as well. As though Kar'niss needed anyone other than Tav and Her Majesty.

Kar'niss skittered away from the druid and climbed up one of the trees overlooking the camp. He would secure the base if Tav would not bring him with her. He moved along the canopy, reinforcing the insecure spots with webbing. As he worked, he could hear the whispers echoing in his mind. These were new voices. They must be from the tents below. 

"I just don't trust him."

"Well, how can you? He will not speak to anyone except Tav."

"You saw how Halsin attempted to tame that beast?"

"He's worse than an animal."

"Have you ever seen one of those before?"

"Not that close."

"Between Astarion and the drider, Tav will get herself killed trying to protect monsters." 

Kar'niss didn't hear any devotions from the heathens. He did not hear a word regarding Her Majesty. Did they pray and sing if Tav's eyes were on them? Was their devotion false? But he could feel Her Majesty's touch on each of them except Halsin. 

Kar'niss whispered to Her Majesty even though she no longer spoke to him. "If their faith is untrue, I shall bring them to your light. If their belief is true, I apologize for my false accusation." Kar'niss knew he was ignorant and foolish. He could be misinterpreting Tav's companions' intentions. 

Except for the Pale Elf. Astarion was trouble.

***

Tav never uttered a word when she was harmed in battle. 

Tav remembered when pox infected their village. 

Tears in her eyes. "Mama...Mama..." But there was no one to soothe a fever. And Tav was not the only one sick. Exhausted, bones aching, and mucus caught in her throat, Tav washed the bile off the babies. She rocked the toddlers to sleep. And cleaned the washcloths, nappies, sick bowls, and chamberpots. And scrubbed the floor where the younger ones could not hold their bladder. 

There was no one to light the candles on her cake. There was no one to nurse her when she was sick.

Tav hid her limp well. It was her own mistake that caused her ankle to twist. She was looting the cemetery outside of the House of Healing and miscalculated the dip of the land. Her boot caught in a hole, and the rest was history. It was a juvenile mistake. 

"Hurry up, Tav. You'll be left behind," Astarion joked playfully, falling back from Karlach and Lae'zel.

Tav forced a smile, but even she could tell it was more of a grimace.

Once Tav returned to the camp with her team, she ignored the throb in her joint. It was another ache and discomfort she would endure. They all had been living a hard life throughout their journey. Undoubtedly, everyone else struggled just as much or even more than her. 

Halsin approached her as soon as he saw her. "I talked to Kar'niss," He announced, his eyes moving to the trees near the camp. 

"Did he speak back?" Tav quipped in response, attempting to distract herself from the pain. 

Halsin hummed in amusement before shaking his head, "Nay. He didn't seem interested in me. He's used to being alone. No doubt he finds minimal benefit for me." 

Tav's eyes followed Halsin's fixed intent look, and she could see the outline of long drider legs behind the tree. Kar'niss was regaining his strength. "He'll come around." She smiled at Halsin reassuringly. "He just needs some patience." 

The minor sprain was forgotten. Tav ended her conversation with Halsin before approaching the edge of the camp where Kar'niss hid.

"Mistress has returned," Kar'niss murmured, his deep voice coupled with a purr. 

Tav couldn't help but flush at the tone. She checked over him. The braid had kept its shape. With his hair out of his face and eyes, Kar'niss could display his prominent cheekbones and the ridges on his skin. Before she could respond, Kar'niss suddenly frowned. He bent down and looked at her from the top of her head to the bottom of her boots. He then mewled softly.

"Mistress is hurt." 

Tav couldn't believe Kar'niss could spy a sprained ankle within seconds of seeing her. Was she that obvious? Tav looked down at her feet and saw instantly that she was placing more weight on her healthy foot. Tav chuckled mirthlessly. She was no master of illusions. 

"I wouldn't say hurt. It's just a sprain. I just need to rest-"

"You will not rest," Kar'niss interrupted candidly. His worry morphed into annoyance, "You will flitter and forage and feed and fetch." He darted away from Tav and looked above her to the camp. He scowled, "While he flirts." Before Tav could say anything (specifically, to question what he meant by 'while he flirts'), Kar'niss proclaimed. "Mistress is tasked to lead, not follow. If you stay at camp, you will  serve,"  He said the last word as though it was a curse.

"You must rest in my cave. None shall follow you there," Kar'niss directed. He pursed his lips before he bent his legs, lowering his body so that it was closer to the forest floor. "Mistress will ride me." 

Tav couldn't deny the curiosity of riding a drider. But she never thought Kar'niss would let her do so. She hesitated, "Kar'niss, I couldn't ask this of you. If you insist, I will walk to your cave." 

"You do not ask. I offer, Mistress," Kar'niss corrected.

"But you're still healing. Just days ago, your legs were broken." Tav protested, only for Kar'niss to chitter nervously. 

Kar'niss was looking at her as though she was about to strike him. Once Tav made eye contact with him, Kar'niss whimpered and averted his gaze. "My apologies, Mistress. I presumed and...and I interrupted!" He shouted the last word. Shock flashed through his face before he seemingly sank his body even more. He curled his legs under his abdomen and dropped his head as well. 

"Kar'niss...what are you doing?" Tav questioned, feeling her heart rapidly beat in her chest. To watch Kar'niss prostrate himself made her stomach twist uncomfortably. 

Kar'niss didn't speak at first. She could only watch as he bit his lip, worrying the piece of flesh until blood began to trickle down his chin. His shoulders slumped as he shrunk into himself. 

***

Ilhar plans to match him. A matron from House Mizzrym expressed interest in him. She grew bored of her patron and sacrificed him after he gave her another son. But Ilhar doesn't care for the matron, so she is debating whether to spite the female by denying the courtship. Kar'niss seeks to make his own path and takes the test of Lolth. 

Decades later, when Kar'niss drinks the blood of a lone scout and scatters into his web, he wonders if he should have remained a pawn between two antagonistic matrons. 

[ruibaozha]

A Brief Note on Lotus Rebirth

Did you know that lotus rebirth is quite common within Buddhism, though Nezha’s case is the most well known? I’ve attached a digital rendering from the Yun’gang Caves, originally from around the fifth century.

This type of rebirth isn’t specific to any deity or bodhisattva. Rebirth into the Buddha Amitabha’s Pure Land is among the most coveted paradises for any Buddhist to be reborn into, reborn from lotus buds. The Lotus Sutra expands on this quite a lot. Simply, the most devout are reborn into Buddhas western paradise.

“When beings of this [superior] type are about to die, the Buddha of Measureless Light [Amitabha] appears before them, accompanied by a great crowd of attendants. Then, these beings follow this Buddha and go to be reborn in his land. They are reborn naturally and miraculously in the center of a lotus made of the seven precious substances, and they dwell in the state from which there is no falling back. They come to possess wisdom and courage, supernormal powers and spiritual mastery.” I have used Luis Gomez’s translation of Wuliang shou jing.

There’s nine ranks of rebirth catalogued in the fifth century Amitabha Visualization Sutra where those reborn are as infants. There’s a massive time skip from the fifth century to when Nezha’s rebirth was ever recorded, but it’s undoubtable this is the basis for why it is originally Buddha bringing Nezha back to life rather than his teacher Taiyi Zhenren.