#so you would think they could regrow limbs and shit

[brutal-nemesis]

Do you happen to know any ways to torture a shapeshifter effectively?

I'm assuming said shapeshifter is gonna shift bigger/smaller to get out of any restraints? In that case...

The good ol' pitfall with spikes at the bottom, and then you gotta put like a lid on it that also has spikes. Like an iron maiden type thing. Basically just make it spikes on all sides! They might be able to make themselves real small to avoid being hurt tho 😔

But hey, while they're trapped, light a fire under that shit because even if they aren't getting poked they sure as fuck can't get away from the heat <33 or cold you could also freeze it whatever suits your fancy

Trap them completely underwater. They can turn into a fish? What if that water is acid instead, or molten metal :) And you can let that metal cool and then wow you have a fun mold!!!

I am now remembering that maybe they shouldn't die, but you can still do less intense variations of some of this stuff, trapping them in a metal box and getting it hot or spraying acid on them where they can't avoid it

They might be able to shift out of restraints, but what if I impale them on the ground with a piece of rebar, huh. what then

Give them a nice brand or marking that's visible no matter how they shift, so you'll always know it's them

Good old starvation and dehydration (and if they turn into a camel then that's just cool you got a camel hell yeah)

In conclusion, as long as you can figure out a way to keep them from getting away, you can do whatever you want, baby

[astridthevalkyrie]

The heroes have been through shit. They've been brutalized, to put it mildly. All of them have seen better days, and everyone who remains doesn't even get the chance to rest. With all the high security prisons being broken into and chaos littering the streets, healing and relaxing couldn't be farther from their minds.

But you'll be damned if you don't take advantage of every free second Keigo has for you.

And is it childish, to make out with him in an apartment that's messy from all the blankets tossed here and there, your laptop tossed aside on a chair with a half-written but scathing article on Stain's ideology, seated on your boyfriend's lap while he lounges back on the only free space available on your couch?

Yes, yes it is. You can't bring yourself to care.

"Ten more minutes," he mumbles into your mouth, but you bet you can make it eleven. The wet sounds his lips make every time they pull away from yours only to dive back in drive you absolutely insane in the best way.

Because you're trying to be sweet, because you're trying to be mindful, you finally pull away, gazing at him with a soft, appraising look.

Time is precious. You can't have him leave thinking that the only thing you miss about him is how good of a kisser he is.

So you press your lips to his forehead, and Keigo sighs, hands sliding down from your hips to your ass, squeezing to pull you in closer.

"Only ten minutes," you remind him in a whisper, licking your swollen lips before kissing a newly formed bruise on his cheek. You'd told him not to fight up close, to leave that to the pros who aren't trying to literally regrow their limbs. But Keigo's the hero. He's always been the hero, probably always will be. So you just try to keep the chiding to a minimum and focus on bandaging and soothing the injuries he comes home with.

Home. Home is here, you hope. This is where Keigo comes back to, and he's as greedy as you are, stealing moments that could definitely be spent doing other, more productive things. What's love if not an absolute waste of your time?

Your fingers ghost over the scar on his face, the one that starts above his mouth and travels well down to his neck. Keigo grunts as you press a kiss to that part of his skin too.

The two of you haven't discussed it. You didn't have anything to say, and if Keigo needed to confide in you, he would, just like he does with everything else.

And, it seems, this is the moment for it to come up. "Ugly, isn't it?" he jokes, bringing his hand up to slide his fingers against yours, pulling it away from the scar. "No more modeling for me."

A nasty feeling rears in you. It feels like hearing someone else insult him, and the defensive roar in your chest makes you want to fight fiercely, even if he himself is the offending party.

He notices it, your scowl. With a lopsided grin, he asks, "What?"

It's like he doesn't even know. How gorgeous everything about him is, his pupils that expand and slit depending on his mood, the burn marks still scattered on his face, and even his teeth, slightly crooked but white and sharp.

You hold his face in your hands and kiss him again, rough this time. Demanding. Angry.

One of his hands palms the side of your neck, reciprocating the kiss the best he can before pulling away, slightly breathless. "What's—"

"You're the most handsome guy in the world." Your cheeks burn a little saying something so openly, so bluntly. With a groan, you bury your face in his chest to conceal your embarrassed expression. You mean every word you say, but it doesn't mean you have to look him in the eyes for it.

Keigo laughs, actually laughs, mouth on your temple where you can feel his lips curve into a smile. "Glad you think so. I knew you were into the rugged type."

Sure. You appreciate ruggedness. Who doesn't? But you're not letting him escape the point so easily.

"If you wore glasses," you huff, "then I'd be into the nerdy type. And if you wore leather jackets, then I'd be into the biker type." Summoning up your courage, you heft yourself back up, stubbornly glaring into his eyes. "And if you liked straw hats, then I suppose I'd be super into cowboys."

Normally you'd see his feathers fluff up, but in their absence you pay more attention to his face, which freezes at your confession. His pupils dilate and his mouth falls open just slightly, staring at you like he can't fully believe that you're real.

Instead of backing down, you stare back, fists clenched into his shirt. The past few weeks have been so difficult for him, name, actions, secrets and faults exposed to the whole world. No wings. Keigo is changing, you know it. Experiencing a taste of freedom for the first time, as bitter as it may be. He might not be sure if you like this new version, but that's what you're trying to tell him—you like every single version of him, and you're going to prove it whenever you need to.

"Those are," he croaks, but his voice is choked up, "really outdated stereotypes."

"Yeah."

"And I love you." His heart is beating so fast under your touch that it speeds up your own. "Like, really fucking love you."

He meets you, this time, lips crashing onto yours as you kneel down. With a trill, he leans forward, letting you topple onto the couch, luckily not on top of anything but scattered cushions, as his body covers your own and his lips press kiss after kiss to your lips, your jaw, your neck.

"How much time do we have left now?" you wonder, breath caught in your throat.

"Dunno." He doesn't even bother looking up to check. "Forever, for all I care."

[spitdrunken]

woorah... been real obsessed with homicipher, specifically mr. scarletella <3 really love your content of him like holy shit i love that manthing! i've had my mind on scarletella with an mc that mutilates themself for gratification, trying to stamp out their homicidal urges because of how it affects their life? or we could get unapologetic and odd, think of mc who gets off on brutality. whisks people away, holes them up in that abandoned building and tortures them slow, cutting into themself as well to make it 'fair,' “look, get over yourself. i can handle it, look.” forces blood into their victim's mouth and grinds onto open wounds, reveling in the pained writhing below them. i can imagine that scarletella would be there during the act, sometimes. i wonder what he would feel towards such behaviours? i think that the reason he is so drawn to mc, besides the 'offerings,' is the violence. that stranger comes and paints the floor red, then goes where he cannot follow. drags their prey into that dreary building and lets them run for the thrill of the chase. they always get caught; after comes the intimacy, mc taking their time preparing 'gifts for him,' which means they have to like him, right? they like him. they like him a lot! surely 'hunting' has to be a thing in the otherworld's culture, maybe those dynamics of predator and prey have specific terms. anyhow, i feel like he would think they're playing with him. they turn and run when he shows himself, do they want him to chase them, too? would they enjoy it if he was tangible enough to pin them down and make them scream? would they claw at him or would they lie there, since they (most definitely, a hundred percent) like him so much? if he asked, would they provide their name willingly? i guess one day, that all leads up to mc being led into the otherworld, and we go down the canon road drool... i wonder if he would like watching mc hurt themself in various different ways. if he would think their pain was for his satisfaction too burning, cutting, peeling their own skin off and shoving it down their unfortunate victim's throat — maybe he would feel something towards that. that they should be leaving it for him. their flesh belongs to him, he wants their soul, their being, too. i love the possessive nature of mr. scarletella. i don't think he's aware of how many different ways there are to express yourself, or what he even wants to express. his entire reputation in the human world is this urban legend who asks for your name, your identifier, what makes you you and reaches for more, takes your soul. of course he wants mc's name... it is interesting to think of the strong feelings he has towards mc (adami, or anyone's self insert... i'm actually super interested in how dynamics can be altered with however whoever wants to change their character)

notes: gore, character death, self-harm

hiiii anon your ask has been living rent-free in my brain, i love seeing your enthusiasm and all your different unhinged (positive) ideas collated here :D!! and i'm glad you enjoyed my take on mr. scarletella <33

putting everything under the cut because it's Graphic. if you're not into reading gore, i wouldn't recommend reading <3

ooooo i love the idea of someone who is desperately trying to keep their homicidial urges under control and, in an almost martyr-like fit, takes to destroying their own body to try and control it all… in the end it never works. and could you imagine someone who copes in that manner getting lost in the other world? capable of chopping off whole limbs and cutting away chunks of their own flesh with all of the pain, and none of the loss— because every single part of their body regrows! spoiler alert i am a huge fan of immortal characters turning to extreme ways for self-gratification so. drool.

unapologetic and odd! i love that idea too… shaking their head and sighing a bit when their victim starts crying before the knife even breaks their skin. they haven't even started yet! there's nothing to be upset about. a person who slices across their own skin before hurting the victim, to show them that they can take it, almost meant as a comfort but not quite. finding connection in the grotesque, sinking fingers into warm, throbbing wounds and popping the tips of their fingers into their mouth.

i imagine that he's always awawre of anything that goes on in the building, so he wold definitely know and see! personally, i also think mr. scarletella is drawn to violence in one way or another <3! quite a few of the monsters left in the other world are reduced to constantly throwing violent fits, so the world he created definitely has that effect on people. maybe he sees all of it as a kind of altar to him because of all the crimson, the colour he embodies. the puddles of blood, the sprays of it on the walls, alongside the stack of bodies left rotting in a corner. perhaps because he is born out of a scary story-like rumour, he'll always be drawn to violence.

oooooo!! i love your take on this. the hunt and the attack being part of a courting process, essentially. to allow yourself to be hunted and taken down as a form of submission to the other, a type of romance… mr. scarletella is already certain that they like him. why else would they have left sososo many gifts for him? and he likes them, too. a lot. he is sad that he can't return their feelings in the samer manner. his form is incorporeal, he cannot physically hurt others, cannot be physically hurt himself either. (in typical circumstances…) at most, he can play with the mind, coax them into giving him their name where he can do absolutely whatever he wants with them. i wonder if, eventually, when they are in the other world with him and he watches them getting chases down by other inhabitants, capable of touching them, if he would get jealous… :')

possessive mr. scarletella is so real and true!! it's all so overwhelming to him, poor guy. he becomes more tangible, more real through his feelings for them, binding him to the world with more than just the words of others- he likes you so, so much! he is absolutely the type to have such a violent type of all-consuming love. where he'd want to crawl inside your skin and inhabit your body, where he'd want to snuff your life out as long as he was capable of bringing you back to life over and over again. he can stand others touching them, killing them, for now, but only because he knows they'll be entirely his sooner rather than later.

once they give him their name, they won't simply cease to exist. they'll be under mr. scarletella's control, yes, but he doesn't want to extinguish all of their individuality. i can imagine mr. scareletella creating a little contained world just for the two of them, where they can each take turn being the hunter and the hunted, tearing into and devouring each other in an endless cycle… perhaps if he had not been poisoned by the sight of all their killings, his affections would've been less violent.

[downtofragglerock]

Rahi Taxonomy: Oh shit I didn't realize these existed addendum edition

Okay this one's on me, I thought I had catalogued basically every rahi in bionicle and tried to figure out which specific animal groups they belonged to

Turns out bs01 doesn't just have a gallery page for unnamed rahi, it has a full actual page too, including a whole bunch of species I didn't know about, so let's get cracking for what will actually be the last time I swear

First some of the easier ones:

A species of dragonfly rahi

A species of fly rahi (not the acid fly)

A species of firefly rahi

The dark hunter Tracker's pet rahi, which seems to be a bull that has specevo'd into the niche of a dog

A species of shark rahi that is said to have three jaws, wether those jaws are stacked or recursive is not elaborated

A species of crimson insect rahi that were xenophobic to anything that weren't themselves, and, okay, just call them ants, that's clearly what they are, why beat around the bush?

A large species of rahi that I can best describe as "King Ghidorah but brown" which gives us another dragon I suppose

A sub-species of the Nui-Rama that can throw and presumably regrow its stinger, so whatever mosquito/wasp/some third thing those guys are

Now for some slightly more vague descriptions:

A reptilian rahi that eats fish and inhabits rocky coasts, no identifiers beyond "reptile"

A species of fish rahi with malicious temperaments that inhabit a river beneath Zakaz, no indetifiers beyond "fish"

A species of small, aggressive, rainbow colored fish rahi with needle sharp teeth that usually live in schools in the waters around Daxia, while no identifiers beyond "fish" are given, they might be piranhas given the context clues of their rather vivid description

A species of four foot long flying insect rahi, no identifiers beyond "insect"

Other microscopic rahi species outside of the Protodites

A rahi species said to resemble a hybrid of a Kavinika and a lizard. If you take the text at face value that the Kavinika is a wolf, then this is probably some kind of gorgonopsid. If you, like me, find the statement that the Kavinika is a wolf absurd because look at it, its a fucking bird, than this rahi is probably a dromeosaur

A rahi species comprised entirely of a gelatinous substance, so like an amoeba or something

And lastly, the "I really don't know"

A species of rahi that is said to weave webs. Now this could just be another spider, but "spider" is never a descriptor used, and given how many rahi can have powers that are incongruous with their appearance, frankly it could be anything

A small burrowing rahi that can dig quickly. With a description that vague, it could be a number of different species

A tentacled rahi comprised entirely of smoke, I don't even know how that works

A species of flying rahi on Artidax just referred to as "strange". There is also a species of flying six-eyed rahi that live in caves on Artidax. Its possible these are both the same species, but beyond that no significant identifiers

A species of bat-winged rahi used by both the dark hunters and the OOMN as long distance messengers. You might think that a term like "bat-winged" would be a smoking gun, but Nivawk also has bat wings but is a bird, so who knows?

A marine rahi with hypnotic powers, beyond its environment, no significant identifiers

A marine rahi that is immune to all forms of venom, beyond its environment, no significant identifiers

A squat, slimy, rahi species with bladed forelimbs that can stretch to twice its size, I got nothing

A species of pale bipedal rahi with huge yellow eyes

And lastly, a species of rahi with a long clawed leather-scaled limb that can create living rengerative crystals that it then uses to build its nest. The description says limb singular, and it sounds like its describing a tail, and I think long, clawed, scaled tail and my brain immediately goes to Drepanosaurs, a group of Triassic reptiles in a similar niche to modern monkeys with that exact characteristic feature. I doubt that was the intention though.

And there, now I'm really done

[tunashei]

First Impressions of Animorphs!

I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.

Book 12.5: The Andalite Chronicles (Part 2)

Oh no...the second they mentioned that Alloran and Arbron were last seen as Taxxons but it'd been over the two hour morph limit...one of them is gonna be stuck as a Taxxon, aren't they?

Sensible plan Elfangor, good choices

Arbron definitely ate that guy. Also this voice acting is very good, Arbron sounds gloomy and a little hysterical

Man I wish human larval forms could be set to work cleaning and doing menial chores, instead of just lying there and screaming. And then they'd cocoon and transform into fully functional adults instead of going through the awkward teenager stage

Ah fuck...totally called it. Arbron is a Taxxon forever now. That SUCKS man, I quite liked him. At least Tobias is stuck as something pretty cool, being a Taxxon seems like hell

As someone who is completely incapable of estimating speeds, three thousand miles per hour sounds totally believable

Arbron is so cool. Under the most intense pressure, life irrevocably changed for the worse, in a unfamiliar body and he STILL nails the shot. Three times

Oh yeah they could totally use the Time Matrix to fix Arbron

Elfangor please do not cut off your friends limbs he can no longer get those back by demorphing (what is it with Andalites and severing limbs??)

Hadn't considered before that if Andalites eat with their feet they must also taste with their feet. It's a good thing Ax has never been in andalite form walking around a typical human city...though he did eat cigarettes once so maybe he'd like it

Do andalite eyestalks have eyelids?

Elfangor you have the most powerful weapon in the universe on a hostile planet, your commander is missing, your friend is missing presumed dead, your alien crush is kidnapped and in peril, and any moment the Yeerks could find your crashed ship. Why are you reading a picture book

Oh my god is he going to drive the car

HELL FUCKIN YEAH ANDALITE DRIVING A MUSTANG

Oh ok Arbron can regrow limbs. Convenient. I'm glad he's found a purpose too, having an Andalite in control of a bunch of Taxxons could be pretty powerful

Alloran is back! I didn't think he'd vanish completely but him appearing as a Hork-Bajir genuinely surprised me

Woooow...I mean kind to give him the warrior title, Arbron totally deserves it, but *casualty of war?* That's harsh. I wonder how often this happens, Andalites getting trapped in morph while fighting in the war and then being discarded because accommodating them would be inconvenient. Or because having them be visible in society might make their military look bad.

Alloran what is the matter with you the MOST POWERFUL WEAPON IN THE UNIVERSE is just lying unattended in some desert and you're hung up on these insignificant Yeerks whose deaths would barely make a dent in the war. You have issues man

Bye bye visser three/sub visser seven I'm sure that was definitely you that fell out of the ship you're not currently in Chapmans head

War crimes! Woooooo!

Well, at least he realised before he got ambushed? And got the upper hand with some good shooting. Too bad you left Alloran to be infested. I was hoping we'd get to find out how Visser Three got his Andalite so pleased we got to see that

Ahaha this is devious I love it. Make him run. Make him DANCE. Those Hork-Bajir must have shit themselves when they realised they were shooting at their own visser

'You up for a little genocide, Elfangor?' Top 10 Animorphs Quotes

These living asteroids are weird, struggling to visualise them. Set em on the Yeerks

FUCKIN CHAPMAN. Should have put him in a cupboard or something. Deserved that nut shot

Dramatic end to this part! Intense action

[magnoliamyrrh]

yall i had the weirdest fucking nightmare last night which i feel could be a scenario for a short horror or something

so i was a chicken.

living on this mans farm somewhere in america, but like a rly fucked up farm where he figured out how to genetically modify us chickens or something so wed grow extra wings legs etc so he could cut them off and sell them and keep us alive and we would regrow them. and like idk one day a bit after sunset when there's still light in the sky but its dim, he gets mad at us i think because we were talking amongst ourselves (pretty sure we weren't allowed to talk because it reminded him we were beings like him too and made him feel bad) hes like fuck it its harvest day so he lines us all up and hes going around tearing limbs and shit,, hes like grabbing the skin off of their backs and pulling it over their heads and snapping wings and shit

and its like horrid and horrifying and like he gets to the chicken next to me who tries to speak again maybe to tell him that he wasnt speaking or to not do it which kinda defeats the purpose and like. and like he yells at it that its not allowed to bc were just animals who cant speak etc but like we clearly can but anyway he tears the skin and limbs off of the one next to me more brutally than usual and then he gets to me and like,,,, i just start speaking to him louder and idk saying what but it pisses him off so bad that he grabs me by the neck and takes me to the chopping block and before hes abt to chop me i keep talking to him and idk what i say that gets to him to stop for a moment. i think i remember saying things like we Can speak, we Can you cant just ignore it we can feel and speak and think just like you we may be animals but we Can this isnt right

and i can see his face break a bit, just a bit and he looked at me and i remember thinking Now i have to put on my best act, i have to pretend to care abt what hes feeling, and i go,, you werent always like this with my voice cracking and crying. you werent always like this with us. by this point it is dark outside and the porch light is illuminating us

and he goes no,no i wasnt. i know youre people too. i know you can speak. i can see a look of regret on his face. contemplation. disgust with himself probably. but then he snaps out of it, his face goes cold again. he looks at me with dead eyes and goes on abt how now he has some rare illness thatd gonna kill him so he needs money. some more justifications too this is the world blah blah. he needs to do this. he reaches for my back and tears my skin off over my head, skins me alive, grabs my extra wings and snaps them and takes them with him. i could feel the pain and fear and horror in my dream. ...he leaves me there. but he does not kill me. he does not kill me as he intended

and then i wake up

[azsazz]

CC3 Anon

spoilers under cut

Hiii it’s CC anon. THANK GOD YOU RESPONDED NO ONE ELSE I KNOW IS READING THIS BOOK 😭

I finished CC3 last night and yeah. I enjoyed the pacing at the beginning of this book more than the first two books because we’re already in the thick of the climax and don’t have to build up suspense again but omg it dragged in the middle.

I did not care for Ithan at all I’m sorry. And yes he hasn’t been a pro sun all player in YEARS idk why she keeps bringing it up. I think someone stumbled and he caught her and Sarah went “his sunball reflexes” HES A WOLF HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE QUICK REFLEXES. Had him running up and down to resurrect Sigrid and in the end it DIDNT EVEN MATTER.

Lmaoooo Ithan mostly acted ago appropriate if I think about it. He's like 20 I'm assuming since he's around college age. He's def not my favorite character either tbh. Love how everything fell into his lap tho. Literally anytime he was mentioned so was snuball it was so fucking dumb.

I know you like Tharion but can he do anything right omg. Ithan carried him with the Viper Queen. Sathia carried him in front of the Ocean Queen 😭 I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THE ANTIDOTES OMG and then Ithan went and did the same. I see why they are best friends like wow stupid really follows stupid.

LMAO I love Tharion, yes he'd definitely dumb and needs to make better decisions but I liked how witty he was in the first book. He really needs to stop with the whole woe is me act tho. omg the antidotes shit don't even get me started. half of the stuff that she wrote for the book didn't even matter in the end. like, we could've cut this damn book down 300 pages tbh, nothing would've been missed because nothing made sense even.

I don’t hate Bryce. She did annoy me though. I hated when Aelin wouldn’t tell people about her plans and could not stand it from Bryce here. Her yelling at Hunt about having to face the consequences of their actions. I’m like dude you went to another world and came back powered up. Hunt stayed and was tortured brutally like what? I know why she doesn’t want him to have guilt about it but it’s his 3rd time going through this and failing. And now he has more to lose. Of course he would be feeling a type of way.

I do not like her at all lol. The whole not telling people plans things pissed me off because her loud mouth is not like that. AND THEN SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL HUNT "OH YOU DONT EVEN WANT TO BE HERE" girl maybe if you told someone the fuckin plan they would feel a bit more confident about going through with it for fucks sake. she's a mean girl and i can't stand her and i don't think she's funny at all she is so cringe to me haha. HUNT HAS ALREADY TRIED GOING AGAINST THE ASTERI AND HE WAS TORTURED FOR 200 YEARS?! Then he gets freed and has to do it all over again?! Like, why are we yelling at this man? of course he's weary.

I’m not the biggest fan of her swagger at times. Like sometimes we don’t need the quippy (read: unfunny) one liners :/

LITERALLY

The STAKES???? Bryce should’ve stayed dead! It would have been a lot more impactful. Even the torturing scenes kind of didn’t hit as much after the fact cause everyone can just regrow their limbs and be fine. No one had a single nightmare about what happened to them? I thought we would see something like that beyond “a glimmer of darkness in his eyes” idk :/

The entire "someone dying only to be brought to life on the next page" has definitely fucking worn off now but sjm apparently can't see that. she created a world with 50+ characters only to not use half of them when it matters. so stupid. Also, i don't remember them being able to regrow limbs tbh.

Maybe the book would’ve been too long but I was genuinely shocked we didn’t get more scenes of anyone on the actual battlefield. We were mostly in the palace after Bryce and Hunt teleported, and then the moment with Lidia and the sprites. But maybe the book would’ve been too toooo long idk.

Yeah there really was only like 60 pages of the end scene. but as soon as i saw the word space i actually almost DNFd it because what the actual fuck was that.

I will say I really like how the male friendships are genuine. I honestly can’t tell you that Bryce, Fury, and June are friends LMAO. (I’m exaggerating but I do kinda agree with this) .

Yeah, i love Ruhn, dec, and flynn's relationship. i think sjm tries to be like "oh yeah girl power, strong fmc's" but there's no women in the books? and they all don't like each other? like danika, bryce, fury, and juniper seemed like mean girls? girls that didn't give a fuck about anyone else? idk. the way that the men to women ratio in her books is very interesting to me. and the fack that EVERY man that comes across bryce thinks she's the most gorgeous girl to have ever lived...fuck off with that logic.

My girl Jesiba :////// She was my favorite for sure. I'm indifferent about her lol. Her entire storyline i feel was just made up like two months ago so she could connect to the other series lol

I do agree with what you said about Bryce (I legit almost wrote Aelin LMFAO) . I was not expecting her to just say no rulers for the Fae at all. But I guess a Senate would be more democratic.

SO STUPID. The Senate (starwars)

Im sure there will be a fourth book but I am so uninterested in Tharion and Ariadne like who caresssssssss. If Im interested in Ithan, it’s because I want to see more Perry. I wonder how connected this world and ACOTAR will remain.

I honestly hope it ends at 4 books. I think that would be a perfect ending because there's four houses. no need for more im already sick of it. yeah i liked perry too. i hope they're no longer connected lol.

Ruhn and Lidia :) but HE LEGIT SHOT HER?? I know she was acting irrationally because of her sons and he wanted to make sure she didn’t get herself killed but then he shot her. Like okay 😭. I think my favorite couples are Bryce’s parents and Lidia and Ruhn. Ruhn just seems so hot 😭.

Ruhn is a winner for sure for sure.

I’m writing too much and I’m scared this app will just shut down so I’ll quit here. I still think the first book is the worst one in this series. But I had fun with this one (despite my hang ups) and I’m glad it’s over (for now :/).

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT!!!

THANKS FOR LETTING ME RANT TOO!

CC anon!! I went to goodreads to read reviews of the book and I genuinely cannot believe how many 5 star ratings this book got. I mean, I can and can’t believe it. Atp anything Sarah puts out will average at least a 4 star rating on there and sell a crap ton.

I think people just give her that rating because she's popular, not because they read lol. oh yeah, why do you think she released 5 different bonus chapters. talk about a greedy cash grab. that mentality kinda makes me sick im not even going to lie.

I was reading through the 2-star reviews and someone mentioned their shock at how quickly Ruhn and Lidia resolved their issues which I totally agree with. She said she hated him and would never forgive him for what he did, and she was right! I know why Ruhn did it, but I genuinely still cannot believe he actually shot her, even if she was gonna be okay. That’s a terrible time to be worrying about a wound like that when you want to be at full strength to fight for your children.

Yeah half of the plot lines felt stupid? like what? he couldn't have stopped her any other way...really? i feel like she did not think this book through as well as she thought she did tbh. seems to be her thing these days.

(Even when Hunt said he hated Bryce for stopping him from killing Celestina, I was like Oh!)

OMG THAT WAS ACTUALLY WILD. YEAH OKAY. I TOTALLY BELIEVE THEY'RE MATES.

The reviewer said Sarah should have left their relationship on the rocks so we could get Ruhn groveling in the fourth book, and I can’t get that idea out of my head. ESPECIALLY with their bonus scene. Idk if you’ve read it but I was like ??? I like them as a couple and I like their story, but it did seem like it was all patched up insanely quickly. Like if you shot me then the very LEAST you could do is get my kids to safety. That alone would not necessarily make me forgive you.

I didn't read their bonus chapter but i can't believe they moved in with each other literally after like two days of knowing each other in real life. bro, you just found out she has two kids? you don't know the woman at all lol. no, everyone has to have a happy ending by the last page of the book or else. lol. no suspense.

[nikethestatue]

I’m seeing everyone talk about plot holes and inconsistencies in HOFAS. I read the book very quickly in another language and so I don’t really remember these. What are some plot holes in HOFAS?

One thing that’s been bugging me is, probably the only hole I caught, is the concept of limbs growing back for the Vanir, but this doesn’t happen in TOG or ACOTAR. Now that we know the Fae of Midgard are exactly the Fae of ACOTAR, and the Shifters are exactly the Fae of TOG, and it doesn’t seem like any type of evolution has occurred to change the Midgard Fae at all, im confused how regeneration is a thing. I suppose it’s never directly been mentioned in TOG. But Lucien is missing an eye. That faerie in book 1 ACOTAR had his wings ripped out by Amarantha and died from it. We know angels can regrow theirs. I know Cassian and Azriel have their wings shredded and healed at different points, but to me that seemed more like skin regrowing after being damaged rather than whole limbs regrowing. Idk, these things dont bug me severely but it is noticeable…

Just off he top of my head:

Amren who arrived during the time of the asteri/daglan can offer almost no info on them

She was in Prison during Fionn's/Theia's time, but regardless, she supposedly was there in the beginning and she can't provide any insight to anyone

Bryce arrives and conveniently, they just KNOW that she is gonna go exactly where the slithering beasts are...right

When someone drops from the sky or whatever and tells you that your whole world might be re-invaded and you have a history with these immensely powerful creatures who want to come back to your planet, asking 'may i look into your head' is just fucking dumb. It doesn't make you the King of Consent. It makes you the Lord of Dumbness. Why even have this daemati power if you never use it, even to save your people and your world potentially, because you are so...honourable? Come on. That's just ridiculously stupid. And oh-so convenient.

15 thousand years is a long time, but the amount of history that the Fae lose in that time is kind of dramatic. They conveniently remember nothing about their beginnings or anything that's connected to their past. But it doesnt make sense that they would forget because they live thousands of years. That time span could be only 4-6 generations. So their 15k is equivalent to our 200 years. We DEFINITELY know what happened 200 years ago. Like between Rhys and his dad alone, it's 1,500 life span. If grandpa High Lord lives for 2K years before, and another great-grandpa for another 2-3K years, we are REAL close to 15K. But no one remembers shit.

They dont even remember who built Velaris.

So for 15K years, NO ONE, not one person bothered to go on a walkabout in Hewn City, to check out all these walls with all these stories on them. It took Bryce to drop in and just miraculously look at a wall and see the entire history of prythian just like that.

Apparently, Azriel forgot how to winnow. So they needed some very elaborate way of crossing some river. Because he couldnt just transport them across it...

According to SJM 15,000 years is close enough to have an unbelievable resemblance between Ruhn and Rhys so much so that they look like twins, all because they shared some ancient ancestor. But apparently it's far enough for Rhys to know nothing about this ancestor, even though he is her direct descendant.

You have Rhys, whose blood is 'programmed' into the Prison and its wards, you have AMren who spent TWO THOUSAND years in Prison, you have Lanthys, a death god who heard the Harp and its note singing, you have the Bone Carver who imprisoned himself willingly in Prison--and yet NOT ONE OF THEM sensed the presence of an Asteri sleeping in a glass coffin beneath their feet.

Yet Super Bryce found the sleeping Asteri in 2 days. And managed to kill her too.

I can go on and on, but I think you get the point.

Prythians look like backward dopes and maybe they are, but I don't think they are supposed to be? Like the MOST POWERFUL HIGH LORD IN HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! was taken by some girl in pink sneakers. Not to mention her stealing Azriel's prized unique dagger just like that.

[morganaseren]

kicks down your door. have you considered niamh/bethany/leliana before, and if not, what is a poly ship that you think would be more effective/you like better, if you're so inclined

Friend, you are now going to take responsibility for all my rambling because now the plot bunnies won't stop with this idea. Okay? Okay! 😂 Everything shall be below the cut because of the length.

So there is a bit of an age difference between the three of them. I'm going to use their Inquisition ages here per my fic because I'm so used to writing their characterizations from that time period. That means Leliana is 37 (or roughly around that age, depending on how you want to interpret the source material), Niamh is 33, and Bethany is canonically 30 by then.

I'll preface this all by saying that I think they would work well together in an AU because so much of DA's canon world state surrounds Niamh and Bethany in such doom and gloom (both the Cousland background and the fate of the Hawkes are just so tragic), and I actually want them to be happy without having them wallow too much in that.

Having said that, you won't see the usual prejudices depicted in the games, especially in regards to mages. Circles exist only in the sense that they're schools of magic with students who can freely come and go within them. Thus, Niamh's and Bethany's respective positions in the world of Thedas would be nearly as prominent as Leliana's own status as Left Hand of Divine Justinia.

Considering Leliana's reputation, everyone outside her personal circle would assume the Knight-Enchanter and Necromancer she's in a polyamorous relationship with must be absolutely intimidating.

In reality, they're like the nicest women you could ever meet.

I've always viewed the Knight-Enchanter class to be something like a doctor in our world albeit on a completely different level. I mean, they literally have the power to resurrect people and help regrow lost limbs, and that's on top of already being able to conjure a sword made completely of magic! How mindblowing is that?!

But with any doctor comes the aspect of patient care obviously, and considering the headcanons I have of Bethany in OtSttCA taking in a lot of abandoned mage children during the Templar-Mage war, I imagine she'd be the head healer of a charitable clinic, who specializes with younger patients dealing with chronic illnesses.

That's the sweet, nurturing part of her, but anyone who has ever played the Knight-Enchanter class know all too well just how tanky these mages are. Like, holy shit, do you realize how much damage a solo Knight-Enchanter can take against a High Dragon in Nightmare mode?? Absolutely stunning! And now because of you, dear Jelly-friend, I now envision Bethany conjuring a magical battleaxe instead of the typical magical sword. It's badass, and I love that for her!

I mentioned Leliana is also dating a Necromancer, so, yes, Niamh's canonically a Necromancer in Inquisition. Outside the game, it's honestly because I already played a Knight-Enchanter before and wanted to try something different. In-game logic though? Some aspects of the Necromancer class reminded Niamh of Morrigan, and she chose it as a way to honor one of her first and truest friends outside of the Circle.

Plus, Niamh's fascinated by the metaphysical aspect regarding the class, especially when you add spirits into the mix. Beyond that though, Niamh is just an absolute nerd. Like, she greatly enjoys learning just for the sake of learning, so despite being one of the most respected figures in the magical house of dark arts, Niamh's just an absolute cinnamon roll. She'd rather talk your ear off about her work rather than resort to violence most of the time. Like with her elemental magic though, she tends to use her powers of necromancy in rather innovative ways, which has earned her some measure of fame.

For instance, there's a vase of Andraste's Grace that Leliana always keeps on her desk. Most assume that she regularly changes out the flowers within them, but no. They're actually the same flowers she's kept for years, and they were originally gifted to her by Niamh. She somehow managed to use her abilities to encapsulate the very energy inside the flowers and have it cycle in a near endless loop to keep them looking as lively as the day she first picked them.

Niamh was very proud of herself when she figured out how to do it. 😄

Keeping with that arcane user reputation of hers though, Niamh also learned shape-shifting from Morrigan—mostly because I think it would be hilarious if Cassandra or some other Chantry official would try to rouse Leliana for some incident that could just as easily be dealt with tomorrow only to find this large, black wolf sitting directly in front of the door regarding them with an air of utter disapproval.

When the Chantry officials are being particularly obstinate though, Bethany even joins Niamh by camping out in front of Leliana's door to further bar them from disturbing Leliana from her much-needed rest (that Bethany firmly insisted on and Leliana only somewhat begrudgingly agreed to after certain favors were promised in return for her obedience in the matter... 😏).

"The Left Hand has spent nearly the past fortnight ensuring enemies of the Divine were apprehended by her network if not outright routed into the Chantry's respective military forces," Bethany begins while not bothering to look up from where she's reading updates regarding her various patients. "Unless Her Holiness desires her presence herself, then I will trust you're all capable of dealing with a situation that is hardly between life and death." She barely smothers a smile when she hears an audible huff of incredulity from the wolf she's leaning against, gently ribbing Niamh in half-hearted reprimand. "Good day to you all."

But, yeah, despite being the youngest of the bunch, Bethany's usually the one making sure no one overworks themselves too much; that caring healer trait of hers doesn't always leave once she's done with her patients in the clinic. 😂 Niamh would absolutely forget to eat and just stay in her personal office for hours on end to write new academic dissertations while Leliana would be lost in the endless mindset of "Just one more report to read!" or "Just one more situation to deal with!"

Of course, while Niamh and Bethany are seen as outwardly sweet women, they can still utterly devastate their enemies with their respective magic. In that same sense, Leliana is often regarded as a rather terrifying woman, who casts a shadow across all Thedas with the reach of her spy network, but with her lovers, she's as gentle and loving as can be. 🥰

But to answer your other question, I think one other poly pairing that I'll probably have to write about at some point would be Isabela/Hawke/Merrill.

Honestly, there's a lot of women in the DA series that I would like to write about more such as Anora or Shianni, but I don't know in what context yet. 👀

Thanks for sending this in, friend! This was fun to think about!

[moririki]

⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K
you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰
CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at. 

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day. 

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t  help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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[msookyspooky]

STOP EVERYTHING.

CONCEPT; vampire hunter s.o with SEVEREN

CAN I GET A FUCK YEAHHHHH

FUCK YEAH!!! 😲😍

I've thought of this before like other than sunlight and explosions; we have no idea about other weaknesses!!

*I'm ranting bc ur speaking a language that scratches my hyperfixating brain. *

We know they can eat food and most likely like the Lost Boys; garlic doesn't hurt them.

(As badass as they are it would be lame as FUCK. Can you imagine throwing garlic cloves at them and them screaming in pain vs a hail of bullets not effecting them? Nah. Besides, Severen mentioned Pizza in comparison to Sarah. They've probably ate pizza and pizza usually has garlic and they lived. I refuse to think garlic hurts them.)

We know silver doesn't affect them bc Severen wears silver rings. Even if they're just silver plated, it's still silver.

I highly doubt a stake to the heart would take them out. I mean, they play Russian Roulette for fun. They get shot even in the chest and don't seem to give a shit. Severen got hit by a speeding semi and did not care. If a strike to the heart could take you out...Wouldn't you be more cautious?

Jesse got shot in the sternum. It could have hit a lung but that's pretty damn close to the heart by the looks of it. Actually, it looks like a clean shot to the heart...And he's still standing.

It wouldn't shock me if they can regenerate limbs even. I mean, Jesse hacked up a bullet because his body expelled it and healed almost instantly. So who knows what limits they have!

So who's to say they can't regrow an arm or leg? And I think as long as their heart isnt completely destroyed (Like ripped out and crushed or something) then they'd be fine and a stake wouldn't work.

UPDATE!! @turquoisebolotie pointed at while staying at the godspeed motel Jesse has a fucking cross on his gun!! DB uses it but I think it's Jesse's since she seems to favor knives. Either way, crosses don't affect them so holy water or any other religious object most likely wouldn't either.

So basically fire and explosions aka their body being obliterated beyond repair, sunlight and maybe decapitation?

I can picture it now; the vampire hunter hunted down Severen. They played a cat and mouse game everynight and Severen probably didn't kill them bc he was having too much fun. Sexual tension galore!!! Eventually, the hunter calls a truce and Severen and them team up bc they want to hunt down a particular vampire that killed someone close to them. Severen agreed not only to be near them more cause he's crushing hard but won't admit it but he's curious as to see what they can do. The hunter agrees bc it's an edge to learn how to kill a vampire from a vampire but they're also majorly confused seeing the Hooker clan be like a family. Eventually they'll fall in love and either the hunter will become a vampire hunting down certain ones like Blade, die a human with just a fling with Sev or reject humanity and join the Hooker Clan permanently.

[gentrychild]

The hell is Six supposed to be?

And what kind of experiments did AFO in him that turned him into a shape-shifting noumu?!

He can disappear his face, make his limbs shape their form completely, regrow them back, etc!

Just...

What the hell?

Why does AFO not make more like him? It would make them a lot more effective than the regular or even advanced ones.

And

I know this may sound stupid, since it is kind of obvious it could have happened.

Since Six have several quirks, just like AFO (but even more, obviously)...

Did the OFA holders fight against someone who literally could turn into a monster?

Like I said, I have always knew AFO's realm of skills fit into that

But there is a humungous difference between knowing and KNOWING.

😥

Hi, there!

Six isn't human, in the sense that he is probably lab-made and I think that most of his shapeshifting abilities comes from his pre existing condition.

That's Six' real form. A little thing that was raised by watching videos of O'Clock.

His body is kinda gelatinous so he can play with it like dough to change his face.

The explosions he can create are said to be bombers cells so it's not him having another quirk but him being able to incorporate noumu cells to his strange body.

The regeneration he showed several time is both used with O'Clock and his ability to change his body. He speeds up his healing process. I would say that his ability to buff up is also related to that.

So, Six is a shapeshifting blob first (feel free to consider that a quirk) + he was given O'Clock quirk, with he used to base his entire personality.

It means that unless he has a dozen of quirks for that, AFO can't pull the same move.

His first form is basically a shapeshifting blob, which means he can rearrange his features (hence why he grew to look human + his ability to change his face.)

He was then given O'Clock's quirk, which he based his whole personality on.

He is said to be able to heal by using Overclock to speed up said healing. (But the fact he can shift his body probably doesn't hurt.) His ability to buff up is also probably a mix of both his body and his new quirk.

As for the explosions, he explained that those were bombers cells. Again, thanks to his special body, he was able to absorb noumu cells in order to use Explosion. I don't consider that an additional quirk but I understand if others do. But in any case, he doesn't have to worry about the strain of handling several quirks because his body is special and allows this specific use.

In any case, that means that since AFO is born human and not a blob, he can't turn into a small sized kaizu unless he has several quirks for it.

Why doesn't AFO make more like him?

Well, I am very happy you ask! You can actually see why AFO abandonned the number serie and went straight into develloping noumus thanks to Vigilante and Six' actions.

Imagine you invest a shit ton of money into a project of artificial humans! As trained and good as heroes but thanks to your quirk, you can keep an eye on them by pretending to be a quirk ghost! Isn't this neat?

Except that the latest prototype does whatever the hell he wants and is completely bonkers!

"Be careful," you keep telling him. "You're going to get your ass kicked." And what does he do? He ignores you and proceeds to get his behind thoroughly kicked!

"Stop wasting money," you tell him. "We are under a budget." And what does he do? Throws experiments from the villain factory around! He threw so many bombers at the what's-its-name tower and not even one person died!

Every advice you give is met with "I have this whole aesthetic about being a better version of O'Clock and I will die by it!" and you're just refraining yourself from reminding him that you're the one who ended O'Clock career and that the same could happen to him if he keeps being so annoying.

And at the end, you go "You know what? He needs to learn from his mistakes." so you leave him be.

So he decides to live as a normal individual for some months and you have a sliver of hope that maybe he is less insane? But no! He falls in love with a girl, make her a villain, and have this whole plan to create a tragic backstory and a hero career, and it ends with him being burned to a crisp by Endeavor in a perfectly avoidable move AND being upstaged by a very puny vigilante. That's just sad!

And he keeps pulling ridiculous schemes to get revenge and at this point, you're just watching out of morbid fascination. Trucks of money invested, years invested, and he keeps getting defeated by a guy in an All Might hoodie. Even better, he still refuses to listen to you.

Do you think it's a coincidence that the next serie of abominations AFO creates doesn't have much free will and is forced to obey orders?

It's Six' fault!

[bedrockbones]

Beloved Bones, can I get “the only way out is to find something that you care about” with bedrock bros?

Ignore how long this took akhdkjhsk sorry!

Punisher prompts /// no longer accepting

TW: heavy gore, loss of limbs

The scent of blood was heavy in the air. Rust and iron and something else mixed in. His senses were heightened as a hybrid, but with the amount of violence the arena has seen, it was a stench that overwhelmed all others.

The Blood God loved it.

The crunch of bones under his axe, the anguished cries of his opponents, their blood spraying into the air, on his face. He licked his lips, tasting the rust. The Blood God snorted his satisfaction. 

He reached down grabbing the man by his arm, lifting it high into the air. The scream ripped from his opponent's throat was instinctual and beautiful. He watched, fascinated, as the meat and tendons did their best to hang on. The sinews stretched, snapping one by one. Tearing under the very weight of the man's body.

With a meaty ripping sound, the man dropped. The arm stayed in The Blood God's grip.

He almost couldn't hear the man's pathetic moan under the roar of the crowd. 

The Blood God lifted his hoof, placing it on top of the man's head. He didn't so much as twitch, but The Blood God knew he was not dead yet. Most likely shock.

Slowly, The Blood God added more pressure. The man twitched, making a wheezing sound. His one remaining arm lifted before flopping down. He had no strength to move.

It made it all the easier to crush his skull. The last sound he made was a gargling noise. Then, the skull cracked, caving in. 

The Blood God lifted his hoof, watching the brain matter slide off and plop to the ground. 

The roar of the crowd blended together with the praise of Chatter. The Blood God stood in the center of the arena and basked in the attention.

It wasn't enough.

It never was enough. The Blood God exited the arena and Chatter continued their demands for blood. The handlers shook, giving The Blood God a wide berth even as they clung to their cattle prods. 

He was led back to his cell, where he would remain until the next battle. Only then, would his thirst for death be met. And only for a small period.

It never was enough. The battles could continue for hours but it only encouraged Chatter. Only encouraged the crowds. They all wanted more. More blood, more death, more pain. 

Blood for the Blood God! They would chant. Chatter and the audience both. Perhaps they were one in the same. They had the same limited vocabulary.

The Blood God heard the bars rattle as the padlock was chained. He sat with his back to the hallway and closed his eyes.

***

The trowel carved into the soil like his blade had once done through flesh. There were no screams to accompany it.

Chat argued over which crops to plant, though Technoblade paid them no mind. He knew they would settle on potatoes as they always had, when they fell into this argument. 

"I don't get it. What is with you and potatoes? You've already got a shit ton!" Tommy grumbled but didn't stop his task. Despite his complaints, Technoblade knew the boy enjoyed tending to the garden almost as much as the piglin did. He expertly pulled the weeds, making sure to bring the roots up as well so they could not regrow. 

"It's better to be stocked up. There is always a chance of a cold snap killing future crops. This way, there won't be worries of starvation. And," Technoblade shrugged. "Chat likes them."

"Well I think you should grow more carrots. Carrots are fucking good."

"I do grow carrots." Technoblade rolled his eyes.

"Not enough though!"

Technoblade shook his head but didn't respond. Silence descended for a moment.

"...Why do you like gardening so much anyway?" Tommy once again spoke.

"It's calming." Technoblade chucked the trowel, sinking the blade into the dirt. He reached for the sproutlings, ready to be replanted. 

"Yeah, but there's so much other shit you could do that's calming. Why plants?"

Technoblade paused, debating his response. 

The Blood God was a well known moniker. But few knew its origins. Tommy, and even Phil, still assumed it was sourced from Hypixel. Those that did know the truth, very wisely kept their mouths shut.

He had debated telling his brother, his family, the truth. Telling them of the cages and the arenas. Of the bloodthirsty audience and the uncontrollable Chatter within his mind.

Perhaps they would be understanding. Perhaps they would even offer comfort on the days when the call for blood grew too strong. 

But each time Technoblade came close to offering the truth, it felt like he was giving something up.

He had escaped those thoughts, those nightmares, those demands for violence, with the peace of his family. With Wilbur's soft singing, lulling even Chat to a calm. With Phil's bright grin as they spar, teaching him not every battle meant pain and brutality. With Tommy's cackle of laughter as he pelted his brother with a snowball, dancing away when Technoblade chased after him.

Technoblade looked at his brother now, and found himself with the same fear he always had.

The Blood God was the name for a beast. A monster that craved nothing but violence and the taste of crimson ichor on his tongue. 

Technoblade had escaped that life, but had he really? How confident could he be that speaking it aloud wouldn't send him spiraling right back to that time?

"Sometimes," Technoblade finally spoke, hesitant with his words. "we find something we enjoy. It comes to us when we are at our lowest. You don't think when you cling to it. You just do. Sometimes, the only way out is to find something that you care about."

Technoblade looked up at his brother, meeting blue eyes.

Tommy was silent for a moment.

"Doesn't make sense. Weirdchamp."

"Heh?! Get outta here, you little gremlin!" Technoblade rose to his hooves, chasing after Tommy. The boy shrieked with delight, scrambling away.

Gods were of the greedy sort. This hadn't changed even as Technoblade put The Blood God in his past.

One day he would tell them. But for now, Technoblade would bask one more day in the peace of simply being brother and nothing more.

[sixeyesgojo]

The dead reader made me sad how about something a bit funny but dark based of a comic Tapas called Undying Happiness (it’s been dubbed on YouTube too if you wants to go see it) where the main character falls in love with a guy who’s family has the ability to be able to regenerates wounds even from a skeleton. So do you think we can the cast react to a basically immortal reader?

I like this idea! I also checked out the source material and man, that was SOOO FUNNY lmaoo

Thanks for sending this ask, anon! I think my readers deserve some calm before the storm that’s about to come lol

Summary: undead!reader messing with Team Gojo because why not ;)

Characters: Team Gojo + Sukuna x undead!Reader

Content warning: major injuries (loss of limbs?), mentions of blood

A/N: This is the post anon is talking about: leaving them behind hc

Gojo Satoru

After a while, he will start making jokes about it. You’re not exactly amused at this fool joking around while you’re bleeding out. Gojo is still a little worried (it’s a secret, don’t tell anybody) because he’s firmly convinced that this technique has to have some kind of drawback but it does not. Or at least there hasn’t been any ever since you discovered this ability.

The first time, he would be slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. You just lost an entire arm; blasted away until only your bones remained but you didn’t even flinch? How in the world?

Truth to be told, you were already kind of used to this. Having to deal with this frequently (including all the “Aren’t you more of a curse?” questions), you already half expected something of the sort of him as well.

However, after processing what just happened, he’ll just shrug. This man has seen more in his life than any other Jujutsu sorcerer ever could, starting from as early as his baby days, thanks to the six eyes. Nothing bothers him all too much.

He’ll just treat it as if you are using Reversed Cursed Technique, just like Shoko.

“Babe, what are you doing? Losing an arm again? Oh my god, that is sooo 2017. Come up with something new to shock me with!” he snickers. “Satoru, I swear you are doing this on purpose,” you got mad while holding the space your arm once held. The bloody substance dripping right through your fingers as the lost limb slowly regenerated. 

“It’s really no wonder people constantly ask me why I haven’t exorcised the curse who is sticking to me!” he laughs. You pout, “Rude! I’m not a curse.”

Itadori Yuji

The first time, he is absolutely freaked out. He tries to frantically stop the bleeding in the most clumsy way ever; hands shaking so much it would have the opposite effect. You? You’re calm and you try to calm him down by saying “it’s just an arm” and he goes “JUST AN ARM? THAT’S A LIMB THOUGH???” even more frantically. He already has a few screws loose up there and he knows it but hearing you say that so casually makes him rethink all his decisions in life. It takes him several minutes to calm down. Even though he is a sorcerer now and has seen his fair share of shit happening, including the sopping hole in his chest when Sukuna ripped out his heart, this tops all of it.

After a while, he will be more at ease but still very very worried about you. He doesn’t like seeing you get hurt, even if it’s just a small scratch. Yuji is very relieved when he sees the flesh and skin building back, may even be a little bit fascinated but also grossed out. He will definitely ask you lots of different stuff about it.

“Does it hurt when it does that?” he looks at your regrowing limb. “What do you mean, Yuji?” you give him a quizzical look. He points at your limb, “That. Does that hurt?”

“Well, of course losing a limb hurts but I have had this ability for the longest time, so I got used to feeling the pain. If you mean regrowing this, then no. It tickles a little, I guess?”

The look on his face was priceless.

Fushiguro Megumi

After a while, he will still be frantic at first but then it finally clicks. His head goes “oh, right.” and he calms down, the tension visibly leaves his body, because by now, he knows it’s not that big of an issue anymore. That does not mean he ceased to help you take care of it though - and he does a great job at it.

The first time, he thinks you’ll die on him. The boy is so frantic, his mind goes blank. His chest will break out of his ribcage soon, he feels, but then he sees your calm face. Utter confusion descends down on him; what the hell was happening? Why weren’t you screaming in pain? Why was your facial expression so calm? Maybe it was a shock?

But no, you were calm all over and simply said, “Whoops?”

Consider him confused for his entire life now. He doesn’t understand what’s happening at all and his mind is set on helping you nevertheless.

"Ugh, I’m bleeding all over your uniform. I’m so sorry, ‘Gumi,” you mumble as he patches up what he can. “That’s fine, I can just wash it later,” he bluntly states, his eyes hyperfocused on your wound.

“I’ll wash it for you! I owe you that, it’s the least I can do,” you offer. “Just hold still for now, so I can contain the bleeding - don’t want you to bleed out on me. It’d be a hassle.”

“Hehe, sorry,” you say sheepishly.

Kugisaki Nobara

After a while, she will simply proceed to beat the shit out of whoever did this to you first. She will beat them into a pulp and then exorcise them (in case it was a curse). It’s a little comedic for you to see her get worked up over this after seeing it so many times but at the same time, it melts your heart a little.

The first time, the girl rushes to your aid immediately, telling Fushiguro to handle this curse. “Are you okay?” she asks you and her voice is trembling audibly. It was a stupid question to ask, she thinks. But she doesn’t expect to see you stupidly grin back at her, “Yeah, I’m totally fine, don’t worry about me. This will take some time to grow back but it will.”

Grow back? What? She’s confused. Are you pulling a prank on her? It has to be a prank, right?

“No, this isn’t a prank, I’m serious here,” you laughed.

"You really think you can hurt them without facing repercussions, huh? You are so dumb; I almost feel sorry for how stupid you are, thinking that, when I am right here. Now let’s get ready for a game because I can and absolutely will drag this out; learn your lesson!” Nobara yells at the curse and you only chuckle.

Ryomen Sukuna

The first time, he just clicks his tongue in annoyance, looking at whatever hurt you with fiercely glowing eyes. There would be hell to pay for them. He is annoyed at whatever hurt you but he knows he can fix you easily with his Reversed Cursed Technique. This was so inconvenient, not fun. Quickly, he eliminates the source of your pain and turns to you. He had expected you to have passed out. However, once he sees the wound slowly closing up, a strange grin forms on his face and he starts hollering loudly, “What the heck is that, pet? That’s amusing.”

After a while, he will just sit back and watch as you handle it yourself: free entertainment for his bored soul. He may or may not be generous enough to speed up your recovery with his own Reversed Cursed Technique but I’d rather not count on it because it depends on how he is feeling after you finished the battle.

“Oh? You seem to regenerate a little faster now, even without my help. You take more and more after me, did spending all that time with me turn you into a curse now?” the King of Curses sneers loudly. “Heeey, I’m not a curse! But I would feel better if you helped me out with it instead of sneering at me,” you pouted. For a moment, he seemed to think, “No. It’s amusing.”

[kakusu-shipping]

i read your post about leshy not realizing kaycee's fate and everything and GOD MY HEART OWCH OWIE ITS ANGST HOURS TONIGHT OWE OWE OW????

i already loved this man and now my heart is crying

how dare. oh, the only remedy that can heal this grievous wound is to hear about your headcanons on this winkly tree man u.u

(hope youre doing well by the way)

-redacted-scrybe

@redacted-scrybe Big same bestie, I think about Leshy and Kaycee every day now

Sorry for the wound, I shall patch it with softer Leshy thoughts, I have many all of the time anyway

I am in the camp of deer in headlights Leshy

Stands with his hands raptor clawed to his chest when outside his comfort zone, which is almost everywhere

He's either completely mentally checked out or hyper aware of every movement like a prey animal

VERY jumpy. A single loud noise sends him in three fit in the air. He could watch a glass fall off a shelf and the shatter would still startle him

Grimora takes extreme advantage of this, she adores bullying him with loud noises or suddenly touching him when he's not expecting it

ZOOMIES!!!!!!!!!!

Especially during big storms. Lighting!!! Thunder!! Rain!!! Mud!!!

The electric feeling he gets is uncontrollable he has to run all though the forest during storms

He'll come back when the rain stops soaking wet and covered in mud and still just a little buzzy

When not in GM mode he has a stutter when speaking, it gets worse the faster he tries to talk, he talks faster the more anxious he is

No stutter when info dumping though

You can tell by my multitude of Leshy X Readers that I fully believe he is in love with his player and this continues to stand

He loves them. Romantic, platonic, familial, or some indistinguishable mix of them all, he cannot tell, but he loves them more than anything else

He has a tail. It wags. He thinks it's embarrassing and ruins his scary villain aesthetic

He really really really wants to be the bad guy in a story let him be the villain ignore his cute little muttering he is the evil mastermind of this sick twisted game!

I think the headcanon of him slam dunking Grizzlies is common but what about him babying the shit out of Grizzlies?

Like yes he COULD suplex a 600 pound Grizzly, but he could also cradle it gently and give it head scratches and kiss it good night

He probably wouldn't do that though; I think he thinks very highly of his beasts

He does not see himself as their lord, simply their scrybe, he does not command or rule the beasts, he knows them, and tells others of them

His biggest pride and joy is his wolfs packs. There's currently 5 packs in his woods, each averaging 7-10 strong.

They are what he would consider the lords of his woods. They make the rules, and he follows

He will however brood the shit out of any orphans the Trapper brings him, if he can't find a surrogate mother

Catch him with a litter of racoon kits in his beard

On that note he's done the same thing with caterpillars

They are nesting they are eating they are sleeping and they are metamorphosing in his beard and he will not disturb them

Leshy soaks up water like a sponge he is a tree and can get very bloated and waterlogged after a rainstorm

He has to spend a full day in direct sunlight after that or he risks some of his limbs rotting

Which isn't a big deal but it can be a pain to regrow

Even more of a pain though is the new growth he'll have after absorbing so much nutrients

He looks like a taller Magnificus if he just lets it all grow out

Leshy likes to wander while thinking and doesn't really pay attention to where he's going

Luckily he's memorized every inch of his woods and never gets lost while at home

But if he's anywhere else he will wander himself away and get horribly lost

He'll also walk directly into things because he may be looking ahead but he is not seeing he is thinking

Full John Mulany "I am looking out the window. But no. I'm thinking about the Beatles."

Has just has the worst tunnel vision

You could stand right next to him and he will simply not see you he is thinking about his game and his lore

Also he purrs if you pet him but he's not use to physical affection so he panics at contact and it'll take him a moment to settle into it

[sarenhale]

If it ain't a fuss to answer, how did you come up with the echo abilities for your WoL's? I've got 8 FFXIV characters and three are echo users, though only 2 are actually WoL, I'm trying to figure out what would be most useful for two of them. One being a traumatized healer with trust issues and the other being another traumatized man with big dad energy.

The one I did figure out, if you're interested, can tell where you've had a previous injury and can exploit it if it's still painful/will affect your performance in a fight.

First of all, I'm so sorry I'm so late to answer this, I'm getting to answer asks now!

As for the echo abilities, HMMM, I think I got inspired to create them when I started getting more into brainstorming my character's stories, families, and abilities.

Aydee's Emerald Eye ability is a rare type of Echo that has been passed down from Seers in her family for generations, especially prevalent in women keepers of the moon. I think I got inspired by the way keepers of the moon culture/society is organized, how much importance and emphasis is put on women, and I thought that it would be really cool if Aydee's great grandmother was a powerful seer that could see into the past, and being a guide to her Clan. The standard Echo ability you get in ffxiv, where you can see into people's pasts and see what happened to them, inspired me to do something similar but a little different and more coherent to Aydee's family traditions, where the difference is that they see actual ghosts and traces of the past in forms of aether shades. I really liked Aydee's Heterochromia, I thought it was a pretty unique aspect for her design, so I just suddenly thought 'what if this physical detail is actually connected to some kind of power she has?' And then, I thought about this emerald green eye being present in her family for generations, and actually symbolizing the presence of the Echo they only possess, like some kind of precious gem:

For Arihel's Blood of Azim, I was more inspired by Warrior's abilities of self-heal and regeneration. Since Arihel is a warrior, I thought that kind of very reckless type of combact would suit him and the way he approaches injuries/the possibility of getting hurt, where he doesn't worry about his well being that much, since he's able to regenerate super fast, close wounds, and also regrow limbs. His father cut off his arm during their fight post Stormblood, and Arihel was able to regrow it by using his Echo. It has its limits, of course, but the limit basically being cutting off his head. Everything aside from that is fair game, really. His father has the same Echo, and survived getting cannon blasted in the chest and having his whole chest and ribcage blasted open, he was able to regenerate it all. Doesn't mean it's not painful or traumatic- I can't even believe to imagine what that would do to your head and pain tolerance, honestly - but it works, and kept him alive a lot of time where he could've died, especially when Nergaal was infesting him as a voidsent corrupting his body from the inside. His regenerative Echo was able to keep him alive and stop his body from getting eaten from the inside.

I think generally speaking, I got inspired by both aesthetic and the different classes in FFXIV and the way some abilities work!

There's a lot of possibilities there to create your own Echo abilities or personalize some things you like in the game (like the standard Echo the WoL gets, but make some details your own to make it more unique and original to your character!). Maybe you could study how some classes work and their abilities, and create something based off that, or some funky stuff that happened during the story (god knows that, between aether/lightwarden corruption, ascian fuckery, primals, Hydaelyn and shit, our WoLs got subjected to A LOT of stuff) and create something inspired from that! I always found that going off from something that's already present in the story/game/worldbuilding, even something small like a physical detail or class ability, is way easier than creating something from nothing.

I hope this was useful some way! Have fun brainstorming !! :D