#the zen of broken bones

[thezenofbrokenbones]

Morning Reflection

[marcyvamp1re-blog]

ITS EVOLUTION, BABY !

pairings ⸺Yandere! Justice League! x Inmortal!Fem!reader.

couple of today! ⸺Yandere! Kal-El x Inmortal! Fem! Reader

This is a Headcanon!

sinopsis ⸺ You had seen it all. From the first whisper of life in the primordial oceans to the deafening buzz of the modern era. Every advancement, every innovation, a heavier burden on your shoulders. Nothing surprised you anymore; everything was predictable and monotonous, so you found refuge in a small apartment in the heart of Metropolis, away from the bustling human nonsense.

Until one day a flying bus crushed you.

warnings ⸺ Dark Themes, Dead, Religion, murdering, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Discrimination, War, Street Fights, Gaslight, Suicide, Violence, Blood, LGBT Content, Kidnapping, NSFW, Sexual Content, Mental Illness, Addiction, Torture, Corruption, Isolation, Trauma, Phobias, Paranoia, Manipulation.

A/N — Bah, just another story pulled from my imagination after dancing all afternoon to Pearl Jam songs while cleaning the house.

This land is mine, this land is free

I'll do what I want but irresponsibly

▪︎Your immortality is neither epic nor glorious. You were not born from the stars or from scientific labs. There was no cosmic ray, no magic potions, no caped heroes to save you. Your existence is simple, without ornamentation.

▪︎You are water.

▪︎Or, to be more precise, you were a microscopic being living in a drop of water attached to a wandering meteorite that roamed through the void, in the infinite silence of space, before arriving on Earth. In that tiny liquid bubble, you were happy, surrounded by other beings who knew neither pain nor time. Everything was calm.

▪︎Until one day, your home plummeted toward the planet you would come to know as Earth.

▪︎There your true evolution began.

▪︎Millions of years passed, and you witnessed it all. You observed the first spark of life in the primordial oceans, the giant reptiles crawling across the continents, and the hominids standing upright on two legs. With each evolutionary cycle, you adapted, but you always remained, indifferent to the passage of time. Nothing truly affected you… Until Martha appeared.

▪︎Martha was your youngest daughter, for now. At eighty years old, Martha was the only thing you had left in this world that no longer mattered to you. Time, that relentless enemy that did not touch you, was wreaking havoc on her. Wrinkles adorned her face, her hands trembled as she knitted. But she made you feel something you thought you had forgotten: humanity. Martha kept you anchored to a world that had become irrelevant to you.

▪︎You did not live in Metropolis with her because she had her own life, and you spent your time wandering to every corner of the earth. Aimless and without a home to sleep in.

▪︎But you decided to visit her when you learned from her husband that she was in the hospital. It wasn’t serious, but she was the most important thing you had, and even at eighty years old, she would still be your little sweet baby.

▪︎Your journey was calm; listening to rock bands and old songs relaxed you. Nothing could disturb your zen state.

▪︎But then came the bus. The fucking bus.

▪︎An empty bus flew out from a nearby building, a flash of blue and red, and chaos erupted in the streets. Superman, facing Lex Luthor, knocked a bus right onto you. One second of distraction and you were crushed, like a puppet torn to pieces.

▪︎Your blood spilled onto the pavement and the broken glass of your car, which was now nothing more than scrap metal.

▪︎Superman, the defender of justice, landed right next to your car, using his infrared vision to see your mangled body inside the vehicle.

▪︎His face filled with horror.

▪︎Why always an innocent person? A choked sob, his eyes full of remorse as he saw you, a pool of blood and broken bones.

▪︎It was not the first time he had a lapse, but it was the first time it cost a human and innocent life.

▪︎The worst part was that you were young, with a long life ahead of you, and his carelessness took that gift away. What would happen to your family when they found out? How would they feel knowing that Superman, the so-called greatest hero, couldn’t save you?

▪︎He was devastated.

▪︎Until, to his surprise, you got up. Your body began to regenerate, bones rejoining, skin closing over the wounds. Superman watched you in disbelief, his hands trembling.

▪︎“Can’t you really be more careful?” you said, your voice filled with exhaustion, brushing off the dust as if nothing had happened. The hero was left speechless. You were immortal.

▪︎That was where it all began.

A/N - And well, this is just a little Headcanon that might turn into a series (hopefully not, because it would be way too long)

I’ll upload more soon, as well as another DC Yandere series. I’ll also post a few updates to explain some things—no need to read them, but it would be app

P.S.: If you’re a reader of the Silly Little Bat series, don’t worry. I’ll upload chapter three soon.

Don’t forget, if you want to request something, the shop is open

Take a bath!

[rottenpumpkin13]

One of the Firsts gets a serious case of the hiccups - what do AGSZC try to get them to stop and what eventually works?

Sephiroth's been hiccuping for 4 hours straight. He maintains this is a temporary inconvenience that will resolve itself, but after the third meeting where his status report was punctuated by *hic* every 7 seconds, intervention becomes inevitable.

Genesis: "Banora White juice is the cure to everything", shows up with an antique wooden case containing seven precisely-aged dumbapple bottles, each labeled with increasingly specific lunar conditions. Proceeds to conduct what appears to be a juice tasting meets exorcism, complete with prayers to Minerva as he forcefully tips Sephiroth's head back and drains the bottles. Kunsel walked in on this, while Genesis chanted poetry. Immediately he filed a report about suspected cult activity on the SOLDIER floor. Also the juice didn't work.

Zack: Implements "Operation Startle", recruits a squadron of Third Class SOLDIERs to jump out at predetermined intervals. The resulting chaos from people who thought scaring a 6'7 man with a katana and ptsd was tactically sound ends with one broken nose, three broken walls, seventeen concussions, one fractured collar bone , and Sephiroth calmly filling out the incident reports between hiccups.

Angeal: "A SOLDIER must have control over every muscle, including the diaphragm." He insists Sephiroth meditate with him. Maintains a zen-like composure through the first twelve interrupted "oms" before his eye begins to twitch. By "om-HIC-om" number twenty-three, he snaps, spiraling into a full-blown nervous breakdown. Sephiroth's attempt to help = fanning Angeal with a clipboard while hiccuping "calm down—HIC—calm down—HIC" only makes Angeal hyperventilate harder, convinced he's about to ascend to the Lifestream.

Cloud: "In Nibelheim, spinning was the cure for hiccups. Worked every time!" He drags an office chair into the middle of the room and, with far more confidence than the situation warrants, gestures for Sephiroth to sit. Sephiroth reluctantly complies. Cloud grabs the back of the chair and starts spinning him "Any second now, they'll stop." Unfortunately, the only thing that stops is Sephiroth's trajectory, when the chair hits maximum velocity and careens straight into the wall. Sephiroth is on the floor, still hiccuping. Cloud panics and walks away.

What finally works: A memo arrives from Hojo expressing intense scientific interest in this "fascinating rhythmic respiratory phenomenon" and requesting Sephiroth report to the lab for "minimal invasive observation." The hiccups cease immediately out of self-preservation.

[everydaym0nstrosity]

145 Of The Best Avantgarde/Experimental Record Labels Of All Time

  4iB Records

  905 Tapes

  Abandonment

 Abhorrent A.D.

 Aguirre Records

Alchemy Records

American Tapes

Angst

Ant-Zen

Arbor

Artoffact Records

ASRAR

At War With False Noise

Audial Decimation Records

Bacteria Field

Basement Tapes

Beast 666 Tapes

Bizarre Audio Arts

Blackest Ever Black

BloodLust!

Breathing Problem Productions

Broken Flag

Cabin Floor Esoterica

Callow God

((Cave)) Recordings

Chondritic Sound

Cloud Valley

Cloister Recordings

Cold Meat Industry

Cold Spring

Come Organisation

Crucial Blast

Cryo Chamber

Dada Drumming

Dark Vinyl Records

Deadline Recordings

Deathbed Tapes

Depressive Illusions Records

Diseased Audio

Dom/Dom America

Downwards

Drakkar Productions

Drone Records

Editions Mego

Eibon Records

End All Life Productions

Excite Bike

Extreme/Zero Cabal

Fag Tapes

Filth And Violence

Finders Keepers Records

Forced Exposure

Freak Animal Records

Fusty Cunt

Gods Of Tundra

G.R.O.S.S.

Hanson Records

Harbinger Sound

Harsh Head Rituals

Harshnoise

Hooker Vision

Hospital Productions

Housecraft Recordings

Hydra Head Records

iDEAL Recordings

Ipecac Recordings

Infinite Fog Productions

Järtecknet

Less Than Zero

Living Tapes

Loud!

Maggot Valley

Mannequin

Malignant Records

Menstrualrecordings

Monorail Trespassing

Moon Mist Music

Mother Savage Noise Productions

Murder Release

Musica Maxima Magnetica

Mutual Aid Records

Narcolepsia

Nefarious Activities

Night People

No Fun Productions

No Kings

Not Not Fun Records

Nurse Etiquette

Old Europa Cafe

Oxidation

Phantasma Disques

Posh Isolation

Primitive Propaganda

Prophecy Productions

Release The Bats Records

Relapse Records/Release Entertainment

RRRecords

Rotifer Cassettes

Rotorelief

Sacred Bones Records

Satanic Skinhead Propaganda

Segerhuva

Self Abuse Records

Shock

Side Effects

Skam

Skeleton Dust Records

Sky Burial

Slaughter Productions

Sloow Tapes

Smell The Stench

Soffitta Macabre

Sound Of Pig

Southern Lord

Space Slave Editions

Spite

Staalplaat/Nekrophile Rekords

Steinklang Industries

Sterile Records

Susan Lawly

Swampland

Sweat Lodge Guru

Terror

Tesco Organisation

Third Man Records

Thorax Harsh Cassettes

Torso

Total Black

Tranquility Tapes

Trapdoor Tapes

Trash Ritual

Tribe Tapes

Troniks

True Force/Pain Electronics

Turgid Animal

Tzadik

Urashima

Utmarken

Vis A Vis Audio Arts

Wagon

Wax Trax! Records

White Centipede Noise

Weird Input Records

We Release Whatever The Fuck We Want Records

ZSF Produkt/Lowest Music & Arts

[sapphicreadsdb]

Hi do you by chance have any sapphic fantasy recs? preferably adult fantasy but YA is fine too

sure! tho this could will get quite long... no links, sorry!, bc it was kicking up a fuss with those for some reason

+ = ya

pennyblade by j.l. worrad

lady hotspur by tessa gratton

sofi and the bone song by adrienne tooley (+)

she who became the sun by shelley parker chan

the scapegracers by h.a. clarke (+)

the third daughter by adrienne tooley (+)

the daughters of izdihar by hadeer elsbai

the malevolent seven by sebastien de castell

blackheart knights by laure eve

the warden by daniel m. ford

the unbroken by c.l. clark

dark earth by rebecca stott

witch king by martha wells

scorpica by g.r. macallister

the mirror empire by kameron hurley

now she is witch by kirsty logan

silverglass by j.f. rivkin

the woman who loved the moon and other stories by elizabeth a. lynn

...(this answer is how i discover there's a character limit per block so. doing this in chunks.)

fire logic by laurie j. marks

a restless truth by freya marske

when angels left the old country by sacha lamb (+)

the traitor baru cormorant by seth dickinson

an archive of brightness by kelsey socha

the bladed faith by david dalglish

the winged histories by sofia samatar

dragonoak by sam farren

the forever sea by joshua phillip johnson

into the broken lands by tanya huff

the jasmine throne by tasha suri

daughter of redwinter by ed mcdonald

the last magician by lisa maxwell (+)

the fire opal mechanism by fran wilde

...

the black coast by mike brooks

high times in the low parliament by kelly robson

foundryside by robert jackson bennett

the enterprise of death by jesse bullington

mamo by sas milledge (+)

from dust, a flame by rebecca podos (+)

uncommon charm by emily bergslien & kat weaver

wild and wicked things by francesca may

the unspoken name by a.k. larkwood

brother red by adrian selby

the final strife by saara el-arifi

way of the argosi by sebastien de castell (+)

the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart

ghost wood song by erica waters (+)

into the crooked place by alexandra christo (+)

ashes of the sun by django wexler

the midnight girls by alicia jasinska (+)

the midnight lie by marie rutkoski (+)

the never tilting world by rin chupeco (+)

water horse by melissa scott

...

a master of djinn by p. djeli clark

the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis (+)

among thieves by m.j. kuhn

black water sister by zen cho

the velocity of revolution by marshall ryan maresca

sweet & bitter magic by adrienne tooley (+)

the dark tide by alicia jasinska (+)

the library of the unwritten by a.j. hackwith

a dark and hollow star by ashley shuttleworth (+)

the chosen and the beautiful by nghi vo

the councillor by e.j. beaton

these feathered flames by alexandra overy (+)

the factory witches of lowell by c.s. malerich

fireheart tiger by aliette de bodard

...

city of lies by sam hawke

bestiary by k-ming chang

the raven and the reindeer by t. kingfisher

the winter duke by claire eliza bartlett (+)

master of poisons by andrea hairston

the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo

night flowers shirking from the light of the sun by li xing

down comes the night by allison saft (+)

wench by maxine kaplan (+)

girls made of snow and glass by melissa bashardoust (+)

girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan (+)

the impossible contract by k.a. doore

burning roses by s.l. huang

the house of shattered wings by aliette de bodard

not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma

weak heart by ban gilmartin

girl, serpent, thorn by melissa bashardoust (+)

the devil's blade by mark alder

...

we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia (+)

the true queen by zen cho

moontangled by stephanie burgis

a portable shelter by kirsty logan

sing the four quarters by tanya huff

all the bad apples by moira fowley doyle (+)

the drowning eyes by emily foster

the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon

miranda in milan by katharine duckett

the afterward by e.k. johnston (+)

thorn by anna burke

penhallow amid passing things by iona datt sharma

in the vanishers' palace by aliette de bodard

summer of salt by katrina leno (+)

the gracekeepers by kirsty logan

out of the blue by sophie cameron (+)

black wolves by kate elliott

the circle by sara b. elfgren & mats strandberg (+)

unspoken by sarah rees brennan (+)

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott

passing strange by ellen klages

(and breathe)

[marshmallowprotection]

recently js broke my elbow n am now in a splint w the possibility of surgery. how would the mysmes cast react/help?

Jaehee has been through this song and dance before. She may not have broken any bones herself, but she's done enough courses over the years on the human body. She understands what you need to do to stretch your muscles and not overextend yourself! When it comes to what you'll need to do to help your muscles and bones get back in order, she's the best! Your physical recovery will have no troubles and you can chalk that up to Jaehee taking notes with your doctor!

You've got this handled, for sure, but her love language is taking care of you whenever she can get the chance. You've always done a lot to support her, never hesitating to cheer her on, so it's her chance to do the same for you. You'll be lying on the couch while she works to get the knot out of your arm. Since you injured an important joint, there's a lot of PT ahead of you, so prepare yourself for the Jaehee work out corner! It comes with dinner and a movie afterward.

Zen ran into trouble with a broken leg when you got to know him, but his injury healed at an inhuman rate, as to be expected with him. But, his body doesn't work the same way yours does. What took him a few days will take you weeks of recovery time, and not just that, perhaps, even longer with physical therapy since you snapped a joint that has to be taken care of with a tender hand so as not to reduce the use of the arm's mobility in the future. He doesn't know how to react around the slow-healing factor others have, so he's about to learn a lot with you!

Much like Jaehee, he's a good guy to have around for the later part of your recovery period. He'll help you keep that arm in working order as often as he can! He's also great when it comes to doting on you. He's fast to baby you, grabbing anything you need so you don't have to sit there and worry about it. You may get frustrated with that side of him but just know he means well. He doesn't like to see you in pain and if he can do anything to make sure you don't whimper, he'll do it as fast as you can say, "Zen!"

Yoosung has helped patients during his volunteer work before, and lucky for you, he's had some training on how to attend to people who have broken a bone or two! Problem is most of what he knows is the basics and when a situation deviates from his training, he panics just a little bit and flounders. Like, if something happens and you have to deal with something he didn't expect, he might stand there trying to figure out what to do while you handle it yourself.

That's the only part of him that's clumsy, really! Outside of that, he's fast to adapt to these changes as you work together in the kitchen to make meals. He does a lot of the work stirring and shaking while you hand him what he needs. Your routine of making dinner together after a long day doesn't go away just because you've got a bum arm for the rest of the month. You just have to try a new angle to make sure your date nights stay the same. Teamwork makes the dream work, and it's the foundation of your love!

Jumin is definitely the one who can go overboard when it comes to your health but he's got the money to make sure you're attending all your appointments and routine check-ins to make sure the bone is on its way to healing properly. You've got the best physical therapist on your side to work with you a few times a week, and anything you're in need of can be delivered in a heartbeat if you're struggling too much to do much of anything.

He doesn't want you to stress yourself out! You need to take this time to rest and recover, and if there's anything he can do to make things easier on you, he will do it in a heartbeat. He's saddened that you can not scoop Elizabeth off the ground and carry her as you typically do, but she doesn't seem to mind, given that she lays down on top of you as you rest these days. He's heard purring stimulates recovery, so he is looking into that research while you two nap in the evening to recoup from a long day.

Saeyoung tends to be the worst worrywart of the bunch. He babies anyone close to him who has an injury or illness because he hates to see his loved ones struggling, and would rather take on extra work to spare them even a fraction of pain. Sure, this makes things tough as soon as you get frustrated with him for babying you, but it's just one of the things he's learning to work on every day that can't be ignored or disregarded since he does the same to Saeran. You'll have to have that talk with him because you can't get better if you don't exercise or stretch once you're free of the cast!

Though, it's not all bad. He adjusts the cat robot's features to help you out, too. Meowy has a timer to remind you to take medicine and when you exercise! There's also an automatic voice feature installed that sends him a text message if you have an emergency and need his help. As smothering as he can be, you know he means well, and this is just one of the ways he extends his love for you.

V has spent time in the hospital before, not just for his eyes, but for the accident in which he lost his mother. He was burned considerably on his back due to how long he stumbled around before his mother found him and dragged him to the entrance... and he had no choice but to stay off of his back for a while. Sleeping was hell for him. So, you don't have to worry about him not understanding how hard this break is on you. He gets it.

His main concern is finding you a comfortable way to sleep. You've got every soft pillow in the house he can get his hands on. He knows one of the best parts of the recovery process is getting a good night's rest, so that's his main focus. It might sound silly, but he knows that you can handle yourself in every other way, but when it comes to the little details most people forget? That's what he works on because he wants you to recover peacefully, not in pain.

GE Saeran knows what it feels like to struggle. He's never broken an arm or a leg, but he understands that you've got a few limitations put in place to protect you from causing further harm to your body. Your body is going to take a while to get back to where it was, and even so, it might not get back to what it was before you broke your arm. Your body will decide on its own how fast it wants to get better, and if the healing process takes longer than expected, he's ready for that.

He knows you can take care of yourself, but he hopes that you'll ask him for help when you need it. He's not the type to smother you, but he is the type to worry about you if you try to do everything on your own. Your relationship is built on communication, so as long as you communicate with him, he knows what you need and you know he's right around the corner to take care of you!

[itsdrawingmen]

Random Zen hedcanons:

From the time he 'almost died' in a motorcycle accident, he has a bone in his right leg that healed wonky. It usually doesn't bother him much, but very slight overexertion, and it starts causing him pain (like Little Mermaid stepping on knives typa situation). Doctors say it isn't dangerous, he just has to be gentle with it. Guess who isn't gentle with it and powers through hours upon hours of dancing through pain.

Has insanely high pain tolerance.

He's albinistic, and all of his life has been considered 'exotic', resulting in the 'special treatment' he has been getting. Thanks to the early interventions provided by his family of successful people, his vision has been mostly unimpaired, as for the general health, he massively lucked out. But he's bound to feel the effects of his combined condition and lifestyle fairly soon.

Unlike Saeyoung, he actually much prefers to be called Zen, including by friends and lovers. The name is the one he chose for himself, signifying his life is his. 'Hyun' is loaded with too many bad memories for him to ever be fully comfortable with it. He will probably officially change it.

His narcissism is his desperate attempt at fixing his crippling feeling of inadequacy, which dictates basically his entire life. Without this mechanism, he is extremely dependent on external validation, and any minor rejection causes his entite identity to crumble. Him overworking himself and paying no mind to his health are something of a socially acceptable self-harm method: he must do anything it takes to be liked at all times.

Addiction runs in his family, in forms of various social acceptability. This boy's workaholism is not cute and NOT harmless. He's been tempted to try drugs to keep up his performance, but managed to refrain (even though his many acquaintances from his teenage delinquent days did NOT help). For the same reason, he also has inclinations towards codependency.

He actually has very few clothes, but he has learned to style them differently to always look like a new outfit. He also LOVES thrift shopping. He rarely buys, being very picky of quality and fit, but he does a lot of trying on and gets inspiration for new outfit ideas.

He can fight, and he knows where to hit, but he has learned that the correct tactic is to hit and run.

As a boy, he's been used by older thugs, which is a big part of why he never accepts any help in his life and prefers to do everything on his own. He has learned the hard way that help comes with strings attached.

His outlook on masculinity is also greatly informed by his delinquent years (and having been molested and assaulted back then), and this is something that takes him a while to unlearn.

He's bi, he knows it, and is trying his best to forget. He's had the absolute worst godawful experience with men. His first real broken heart was another teenage delinquent (he lost his virginity to him, too, in a very power-imbalanced and dubiously consensual situation, so it was a mess). He was forced and harassed by adult men as a boy. He's been hit on pretty aggressively by women too, but it never got as bad or dangerous as the men. In general, in his tender age, his relationships with males were always too adult, too sexual, and not emotional and warm enough (which is sort of expected in gangs, where any hint of deviation from traditional heterosexual masculinity, or being seen as anyhow 'emasculated' could have you dead). Besides, he was always younger and more vulnerable. He's very wary of men because of that, and pretty internalized-homophobic.

He has the UGLIEST snorting contagious laugh, he sounds like a seagull, like a rusty door hinge, like a car horn, like a hydraulic press. His laugh is funnier than any jokes.

[chaotickasugaicrows]

Felt like talking about the Charm Warriors AU again. This time it's about some of the powers the gang has. Now we haven't finalized everyone's abilities but we got a couple for each, some more than others. Tanjirō has the most at the moment courtesy of Smol. If you need a refresher on their weapons and power bases, check this post

Inosuke

Inolocation: Inosuke yells and feels the sound waves that bounce off objects on his skin

Overgrowth: He throws bits of sand and dirt at the opponent, secretly mixing in seeds from the flowers in his magical flower crown. The seeds plant themselves in the opponent's body at the points they land. Then, at Inosuke’s command, they bloom and grow rapidly on and along the body. Takes a certain amount of control and precision to make sure the flowers don’t grow too wildly and potentially endanger teammates

Genya

Bullet Hell: Genya can create up to a thousand small portals at the very end of his gun to turn 1 shot into several. Takes a lot of concentration to create and position each portal. Can lead to severe mental exhaustion if used too many times within a short period

Iron Will: Genya can hold iron for up to 1 minute while transformed. Any longer and he has the same reaction as other Fae (the other boys just can’t handle iron at all while transformed)

Muichiro

Blinding mist: Mist can take away regular sight, can take away magical sight, can take away thermal vision, can take away sense of direction, or just be super thick mist that’s hard to see through

Storm Summon: using his silly string weapon Mui can draw the kanji for rain, waves, tsunami, storm, hail, ice, etc and then summon that

Puppet Master: Using silly string like puppet strings. If they remain unnoticed for 30 seconds then the strings will gradually become very fine. The string will then sink into the target’s skin where they were once bound. Once that’s done, Muichiro is free to use the strings to manipulate the target’s body as he pleases. If this move cannot be fully executed, it can transition into Binding String.

Binding String: Silly string surrounds the target and hardens like concrete. Solidifies at Mui’s command and requires concentration to keep solid. Mui’s tutors taught him a technique that uses his magic to increase the maximum amount of time his brain is able to concentrate. Since it relies on him having a lot of magic stored up, Muichiro trains to expand the magical reserve in his body and to absorb a bit of magic from his surroundings. Magic absorbed into the body (specifically, a body made to contain magic like Fae or the half Fae things the boys have become) must be guided into the reserve while avoiding any of the body’s major organs. Mistakes can be extremely painful and too much foreign magic hitting an organ can cause genuine damage. This ability can be used to stick two things together if Mui wants or can be used to make casts for broken bones.

Zenitsu

Sight of Sound: With a lot of concentration, Zen is able to visualize sound waves for a short amount of time. If he uses more mental effort he’s able to focus in on a specific one. It has a very wide range.

Lightning Speed: Zen is able to travel along sound waves at the speed of lightning. Traveling with this method for too long will result in disorientation for up to 2 minutes (Zen learned that the hard way).

Song of the Stars: Zen plays a variety of hypnotic songs using the feathers of his wing ears (and sometimes his own low hums) and imbues the sound with magic. Every time he plays one, the star charms on his body glow faintly. Different songs come with different effects, but each song needs to be played out in full for the effects to work as intended. The songs are Fae songs that he has learned and mastered. He is strictly advised not to play songs he hasn’t mastered or else it will backfire and place a curse on him. Though, in a moment of desperation, he tried to play a song he was in the midst of learning. Since he had yet to fully master the song, he played it wrong, and was instead marked. A spade on his left cheek, the symbol of power, of freezing winters, and of bloody wars. The more he feeds into his wrath, the stronger the mark becomes. As it grows in strength it will increase in opacity until it’s an inky abyssal mass that mars his face. With every increase in strength Zen will feel more power coursing through his veins, he will gain urges for violence that will only grow in intensity, and he will step closer to death’s door. (Blame Lilith for the curse aspect.)

Tanjirō

Cleansing Fire: Attacks something that doesn't belong in the body. It's good for infections, diseases, poisons, and cancer but useless for broken bones, internal bleeding, etc. Also removes curses or, if the curse is too strong, reduces its effects or temporarily relieves the affected from the curse. (You think, I, Smol, would let Zenitsu be cursed without having someone else be able to help him? Also Tanjurō is sick so Tanjirō can help his dad too. Win win.)

Prism: A state that affects Tanji’s entire body. He appears very crystal/diamond like in this state. Magical abilities that hit him get absorbed and reflected back. He can either automatically reflect it back or hold it for 30 seconds so that he can redirect it to wherever. Mainly uses frying pan to redirect but can also use hands or feet. No matter what magic hits him, it’s always reflected back as a high powered beam of energy (the beam is always a fraction more powerful than the original magic).

Kaleidoscope Shield: Extremely defensive, whatever hits it (be it magical or physical attacks) gets reflected many times within the structure and therefore the magical or physical energy is dispersed. Shields have the pretty colorful blooming symmetrical pattern, they look crystal-like. In the beginning uses his frying pan as the shield, later can create multiple copies and larger ones (still in the shape of a frying pan).

Mirror: After a significant amount of time analyzing someone’s fighting style or a general skill (they have to be doing the same general thing the entire time), Tanji can activate his ability which will use magic to fill in the rest of the details and allow him to mirror that fighting style or skill exactly (he does not gain the knowledge of how).

Kamado Charm (joke by others): Includes uncanny ability to incite self reflection by pinpointing the issue that's bothering someone else, the uncanny ability to always say the right thing to comfort other people, inability for anyone decent to hate him for long. Also includes (according to Zen) the ability to be unreasonably good looking and to have the prettiest melody he has ever heard in his life.

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day two hurts ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 626.

The frickin' Badoon fleet might've lost the battle, but they'd sure as shit beat the hell out of the Guardians while they were doing it. Rocket looks blearily around at the group, counting heads again just to make sure: Pete's got two black eyes and is trying to patch up a scrape on the back of his sister's shoulder that looks like ground-up orloni. Groot's sitting with his head bowed, elbows anchored to knees. He's got the laser burn kit next to him, waiting for Gamora. The Zen-Whoberi in question is currently busy trying to wrestle a medpack onto Drax's broken ribs, but the big idiot is such a frickin' baby that he keeps whining and trying to twist away, only to end up wheezing.

But where's the fuckin' new kid? Where are you?

Rocket's heart clenches up and twists and his bright eyes go wide suddenly, nose up and searching, ears alert. He could've sworn he'd seen you—

"Hey."

He deflates, the brief resurgence of adrenaline enough to make him suddenly want to puke all over the grated floors of the Bowie. "Dammit. Where'd you go?"

You circle around from behind him, a white cloth in your hand. Your voice is frayed and tattered by exhaustion, and you're bruised and scraped as hell, but his eyes stick to every square inch of you that he can see, and it doesn't look like you've got any major injuries.

You toss a tired glance over your shoulder and take in the scene behind you — a misshapen crescent of wounded Guardians. They'll be all right. But the guy in front of you? Him, you’re far less certain about. He's shaking — shuddering — like all his bones and implants are gonna rattle right out of his body. His eyes flick over you again, looking for an injury, looking for the clean scorched hole of a laser pistol shot right through the heart — then they scrape back over his friends, cataloging and re-cataloging every open wound, every minor bruise. His stare returns to you once more, and the cycle repeats. Rocket's got a head wound he probably doesn't even notice — blood black and sticky, clotting in his fur before it ever reaches his eyes. It's the whole reason you'd gone back to the linen locker and the sink in the first place.

You plant yourself between him and his friends, a barricade for his eyes, and he tries to lean around you without thinking about it — trying to keep all of you in his line of vision.

"They’re okay, friend," you say softly. "Don't let them scare you."

His eyes snap to yours, stunned and wide. It's a look you've never seen on his face before: vulnerable, bereft. The bright, glowing red of his gaze had always seemed like a stop light, but now —

You try to ignore it. You're sure he wouldn't want you to notice. Instead, you reach out with the cloth, still warm from the hot water you'd soaked it in, and touch it carefully to the crown of his head. The wet white fabric turns to rust: blood soaking up into the fibers.

Rocket stares up at you like you're a ghost. He knows there’s no way you could possibly know that those words and this gesture are so close to another’s, just the slight tonal shift of a voice echoing off a lifetime’s worth of vast, empty mountain expanse; there’s no way you could know how deeply that moment is carved on his makeshift heart — rising to the surface right now, in this second, with you. "It's okay," you tell him gently, tenderly pressing the soft cloth to his bloodied fur. You hope he knows you're not talking about the head wound. "You're gonna be okay."

not me watching my wordcount trend upward. i am trying to fucken control myself.

anyway i hope you enjoyed, my little daffodils

day one. explosives.✷ day three. emotionalistic. rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

[decepti-thots]

📕(what book had the biggest impact) & 📙(favourite genre) for the book asks!

Book that had the biggest impact: oh that's tough. HM. There's a lot of candidates. "Impact" is a difficult thing to define. It might be the collection "Grief Lessons", which collects several translations of Greek tragedies by Euripides as translated by Anne Carson, if just because it sparked my interest in so many different directions. It was how I got to grips with Greek tragic drama as a whole, it was one of the things that pushed me towards reading the Iliad and indirectly helped introduce me to epic poetry which I love, it was the first work by Anne Carson I read whose work I continue to enjoy. I would probably have never read The Epic of Gilgamesh if not for this book, or Paradise Lost, or any number of things!

If I had to pick specifically a novel, though... I would cheat and say Discworld as a whole has had more influence on how I think about fiction and especially genre fiction than anything else, period. It's a series, but taken in its entirety, it had more impact on the way I think about craft and genre and narrative structure than basically anything I've ever read, including a bunch of nonfiction about analysing those exact things. Even the books I don't like gave me more to think about than many books I do just because of how much they have to say about genre literature as a thing that can be broken down and turned around in the brain. The things that man did with narrative structure alone...

Favourite genre: I love fantasy so much that I am picky about it, basically. LMAO. The best fantasy is stuff that makes me call it my favourite genre, but being so picky about the fact I want fantasy to be really GOOD means that I won't read things just because they're in the genre. I especially enjoy fantasy that draws extensively from folklore and historic traditions that isn't also Tolkien inspired, that's my absolute favourite. (Not necessarily dissing Tolkien- I'll read The Hobbit any day- but I dearly wish for fantasy that does not base itself off third hand copies of what he did, haha.) But when fantasy is good, it's so good and my favourite.

Alternatively, tragedy. A good tragedy is always what I'm on the hunt for, and I mean tragedy, not 'sad but we throw you a bone at the end'. I want to feel DISCOMFITED. I want to feel DISSATISFIED (POSITIVE). I want to be UPSET. A good tragedy is always appreciated in this house.

Edit: oh wait. Recommendations! For fantasy: try Spirits Abroad by Zen Cho, a fantastic short story collection that incorporates everything from Malaysian folklore to 20th Century British fantasy and more besides. A great story to taste test it you can read now online is Monkey King, Faerie Queen, about Sun Wukong winding up in faerieland and wreaking havok. One of my favourite collections ever.

For tragedy, read The Epic of Gilgamesh (try the Sophus Helle translation), which pre-dates all modern concepts of genre and is all the more incredible to read as a result for how much you can see of what literature would become in it.

[writerbythewater-blog]

Prompt: This is your last chance

Dimitri wondered why he hadn't become a snack for the Strigoi or turned yet. The team that went into the cave had been forced to leave him behind. He knew the risk when he joined the team, and was just glad that Rose had gotten out safely. He had come to terms with his fate. Of course, he hoped they would kill him rather than turn him, but he knew it was out of his hands now.

The Strigoi had broken his legs before tossing him against the wall of the cave. The large group gathered in the center of the cave to whisper about their plan. Dimitri didn't like the way they kept looking over at him like he was a prize to be fought over. The way they would smile at him made his skin crawl. Enough time passed that his broken legs stopped hurting before two of the Strigoi broke away from the group and walked over to him. He snarled at them as they came close.

"Oh, it seems he still has some fight in him." The older Strigoi said in a playful tone.

The one next to them laughed. "Yes. It's cute isn't it."

"Very." The elder said kneeling in front of him. They grabbed his leg sending a stabbing pain up it. Dimitri held back a scream glaring at them.

"Might be hard to break him." The standing Strigoi said.

"Everyone breaks in time, my friend. Now little Gaurdian I have some questions for you. If you help us we might even let you go." The smile they gave him was sickening sweet. Their lips pulled back slightly to show their fangs.

Dimitri pretended to think about the offer. It was tempting and if he were a novice he might have been foolish enough to believe it, but he wasn't. He knew that no matter what he did he wasn't getting out of this with his soul intact. The Strigoi could make all the pretty promises they wanted to. He knew they were all lies. Dimitri spit in their face.

"I don't make deals with demons."

The Strigoi reared back wiping the spit off their face. They glared at him the grip they had on his leg tightening till Dimitri felt the leg in his bone break further. They growled waving the other Strigoi away to go rejoin the group. Dimitri watched them walk away before focusing on the one holding his leg.

"That wasn't very smart little Gaurdian." They said in a low growl.

Dimitri shrugged trying his best to mimic Rose's I-don't-give-a-fuck smirk. His zen attitude wouldn't help him here, and as wild as he had been when he was younger it was still Rose's attitude he tried to mirror now. Her sarcasm and wit. If he got out of this alive he could tell her about it. She would get a kick out of it he was sure. Besides he wanted his last thoughts to be about her.

"How about we try again? We want you to help us get our hands on that Moroi you were guarding. The last of her line."

Dimitri turned his head away crossing his arms. Nothing would make him hand over his charge. Lissa was his charge and more importantly, she was Rose's best friend. He'd never hurt Rose by handing Lissa over. The Strigoi sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, Dimitri saw it reach out toward his chest. He hissed as they broke one of his ribs.

That was how they spent the next few hours. The Strigoi asking questions about Lissa and Dimitri refusing to answer. For each unanswered question, one of his bones was broken. Halfway through he had started screaming, but he still hadn't answered a question. He was a Guardian. He wouldn't break. After nearly all his bones were broken the Strigoi grabbed a fist full of his hair. Dragging him by the hair the Strigoi walked him over to one of the others.

"One last time little Gaurdian. How can we get to Valissa?"

Dimitri shook his head and was yanked up higher. His head held straight and the Strigoi nodded at each other before they both bit down on his neck. They fed from him together until he was lightheaded. When they were done he was dropped to the floor of the cave.

"He'll pass out soon but should recover by the time we get back to base. We'll hand him over to the boss when we get there and they can choose what to do with him. If he's changed he'll make a good Strigoi, and if not. Well, his blood is sweet, and I'm sure we can find other uses for him."

That was the last thing Dimitri heard before passing out.

[thezenofbrokenbones]

March 30, 2024 Violet primrose

[system-of-a-feather]

Related to the last post, but as someone whose gone relatively far with DID recovery - DID recovery is a long journey and process with a long expected time needed to be in therapy to "recover" that sometimes is a life long thing - some people with DID will always be in therapy for their life

And at least from personal experience, that often is interpreted as "I will never be happy and I have to work extraordinarily hard to be ok in life, i have to get help all the time to get what others get without any help"

But with where I am at currently, I realize it is a lot less of "I am so broken I need years of treatment to look even remotely ok" and a lot more of "There is A LOT of things in my life that my past has made a mess of that I have grown used to and accustomed to living with, and because of that, there are SO many ways my life could improve and get better - of course it would take years to not only make my life okay but to make it Flourish."

Cause in the midst of the early stages of healing, all you want is for peace and for things to stop hurting and it can be very easy to perceive the healing journey as one of just trying to get back and "be okay" because that IS where you start

But what you are actually doing is often (save for the very earliest stages usually) not "making yourself okay" but identifying and finding things in your life that could improve your life and make it better for you.

Early on, finding those areas tend to be in places others never had to worry about and are heavily motivated by a need to not feel pain, but later on, it just becomes a deep skill and insight into "what things don't serve me and what things from my childhood and past have lead me into directions that don't make me happy or don't make me as happy as I want" which really is something the average person deals with as well around their young adult ages to their early (general) adulthood.

I was having trouble wording this part of the explanation, so I'll just embrace it being a bit not-flowing, but with DID and C-PTSD you start at a much much shittier starting point than the average person, and that sucks that FUCKING sucks, but it also leaves you to have MUCH MUCH MUCH more room for growth and improvement than the "average person". You start lower, but you can really experience so much more growth that will in turn form a basis for deep insight and overall happiness in life compared to those that didn't start on Hard Mode.

Either way, I'm loosing my flow of thought, so Ill just share a related section from A Beginner's Mind by Shunryu Suzuki that I really liked that relates to this:

In our scripture it is said that there are four kinds of horses -- an excellent one, and not so good ones, and bad horse. The best horse will run before it sees the shadow of the whip. That is the best one. The second one will run just before the whip reaches his skin. The third one will run when it feels pain on his body. The fourth one will run after the pain penetrates into the marrow of his bone. That is the worst one. When we hear this story, perhaps everyone wants to be a good horse -- the best horse. Even if it is impossible to be the best one we want to be the second best. That is quite usual understanding of horse. But actually when we sit you will understand whether we are the best horse or the not-so-good ones. Here we have some problem in understanding of Zen. Zen is not the practice to be the best horse. If you think so -- if you understand Zen as a kind of practice to be a best horse you will have a problem -- big problem. That is not the right understanding of Zen. Actually, if you practice right Zen, whether you are the best horse or worst one doesn't matter. That is not the point. If you think of the mercy of Buddha, what do you think the Buddha will feel? He will be more sympathetic with the worst one rather than with the best one. So if you have the right understanding of Zen, or deeper understanding, worst horse should be most valuable horse. And because of the imperfect character of ourselves we have to express our inmost feeling through our imperfect body and characters. Usually those who can sit physically perfect take more time to obtain the marrow of Zen -- the true taste of Zen -- actual feeling of Zen. Those who find a great difficulty in practice of Zen will find more meaning of Zen. So sometimes I think the best horse is the worst horse and the worst horse is the best one. Sometimes. If you study calligraphy, usually those who are not so clever will become best calligraphers, and those who are very clever at his hand will find great difficulty to attain excellent calligraphy. That is quite usual in our art and religion. So we cannot say, "He is good," or "he is bad." The posture we take is not the same. For someone it is impossible to take this posture. Even though he cannot take right posture he can practice Zen in its true sense. In our everyday life we are always ashamed of our self -- reflecting what we are doing. Some student wrote me saying, "You sent me a calendar, and I am trying to follow the good message of the calendar, and I find the calendar undaunted by failure." The calendar is a calendar of failure.

[gothams-gothic-farmer]

[Lab security]

Zen is singing again in their lab.

It doesn’t seem to be a song that’s familiar. Like one they made themselves.

“Butchering my body, oh love is like a harpey! A being who crawls and breaks your skin and bones!” They giggle, clearly not in a right mind set.

“A black eye or a split lip, a broken nose and that’s it! You’re gone and dead and left for just the rats!” They skip around their lab, seemingly going to and fro between jars and vials…

“Your body is a morsal, your mind is just a temple, and your heart, oh that poor thing is split apart!” Zen writes something along the walls.

“Your soul is nowhere near here, my darling no soul is here, my spirit have been left out for the rats!” Loud laughter is heard from the room.

[heavenlyyshecomes]

can you please ecommend your most well-loved sff books? 💙

remembrance of the earth's past trilogy, cixin liu tr. ken liu + joel martinsen

the broken earth trilogy, n. k. jemisin

the green bone saga, fonda lee

sea of tranquility, emily st. john mandel

annihilation, jeff vandermeer (part of the southern reach trilogy but i haven't read the entire thing yet)

piranesi, sussanna clarke

spirits abroad, zen cho

blood over bright haven, m. l. wang

invisible planets ed. ken liu

the paper menagerie and other stories, ken liu

rolling in the deep, mira grant

the memory police, yoko ogawa tr. stephen snyder

the luminous dead, caitlin starling

severance, ling ma

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 29

flash of light! were in the remains of a village, burnt down. abandoned. overgrown. teya's hometown. lovely. 1 house still standing but in poor shape. oh boy. wheatley takes teyas hand she needs support. following teya inside.

the inside is rotted and moldy eww. toys on the floor. teya says we should split up but cmon teya we dont wanna leave you alone xD wheatley is staying with her. senna sticks with parsley. looking around. need to find hints to the portal. senna follows parsley cause he decides to fuck off into the woods?

android just wanders into one of the rooms and theres a bunkbed all broken and rotted stuff. zen finds a photo of teya and tori. teya enters a room and begins tearing it up. wheatley just watches her. parsley is looking for the portal with senna. looking for specific signs like mushroom circles. dont see anything yet tho.

teya checks under the bed. lots of bugs under there eww. she sees a box! she grabs it and the sagging part of the bed is stuck on it ewww. its silver. its pretty locked. teya tries to slam the dagger through the lockhole. wheatley says theres better ways to do this. he starts lockpicking. he got it! teya says wheatley can keep the box. theres a rolled up scroll inside. she opens it and its all in sylvain and has her moms signature. she cant read it lol. wheatley puts the box in his token.

teya messages parsley she found the pact but cant read it lol. he starts heading back and lets senna know. android and zen finish so they go to another room. wheatley messages zen and says they found something neat, a weird paper! zen messages teya asking if shes ok cause mildew lol. androids in sunnies old room its boring lol. teya goes outside. bots follow.

zen gives teya the picture. he also shows senna lol. teya tosses parsley the pact. he blinks and rereads it lol. before he can speak he hears an etherial voice call out 'yes read that private thing outloud' its coming from behind teya! wheatley tries to punch it but it goes through. a wispy firbolg. teya looks pale. its her mom ewww. shes such a bitch why is she here. tori and sunnie didnt want the feywilds so she 'rushed'. teyas just like bye. parsley says shes stuck here cause of the pact. teya just keeps walking away so we follow. parsley says her plan was to bring her kids to the feywilds and get assigned roles but it doesnt say what roles. parsley threatens to kill us if any of us sign a fey pact.

ghost mom still following us, fuck off. teya tells her to fuck off lol. she just wants to see teya off, weirdo fuck off. now shes trying to justify herself to wheatley cuts her off and ignores her. parsley says its not specific in the pact which is the worst kind of deal. wow shes so stupid please make fun of her we want you guys too. wheatley keeps interrupting her based. teya teaches SP that shes a bitch lol. senna says wheatley could silver his weapon. he shows it to parsley but holds it away from him cause silver.

android says teya is fucked up cause of her mom, sigh thanks. teya says she didnt raise her lol. senna tries to ask her wtf she was protecting them even from its a small village. oh no shes trying something. she fucking possesses wheatley?! senna tells zen to call robotgod. zen cracks his knuckles and here comes god and they grab wheatley! oh hes mad forcibly connects. the bitch screams good! wheatley is ok! SP asks if bitch gone yes!

wheatley hugs robotgod, he dealt with her. teya asks where she went. shes contained in a soul jar lol. teya walks off to get something? oh. shes getting her families bones. ok then. gonna help her i suppose. just using your families and neighbors. senna holds onto any extra skeletons for teya. robotgod asks teya if she wants her mom in the jar lol. senna says teya should give her to spingledorf xD yippee! robotgod says teya could benefit from the jar tho. can use her as a source of power? wheatley takes her for a second and shakes the jar lol. god says the equipment might explode so i dunno.

back to pact talk. parsley says her soul cant move on until her deal is done so uh never. wheatley asks parsley to read the pact. in exchange to protecting the kids from any and all threats through the use of warlock spells they will be sent to the feywilds for unnamed roles. in the event of her death the kids must be collected by someone from the fey and taken care of until taken to the feywilds. bitch cant pass on since it wasnt fulfilled lol. jar is soundproof lol.

robotgod brings out a device to stick the jar in. dont overuse it, its a prototype. like a backpack. short rest time 2 hours! during the rest they come up with a plan. if we take teya shes gonna be stuck there together. parsley says we COULD leave her behind. wheatley says yeah we could kill the archfey like no? have teya become a warlock so her patron and the archfey duke it out? teya cmon dont go into the portal, stay HERE. please. maybe it doesnt count on teya cause she died? only in the feywilds fuck. no one collected them. maybe tori did something? they had wards on the house and parsley asks what kind. they disappeared after tori left. bizarre set of circumstances. android agrees with senna that teya should stay. shes just gonna be a hinderance. teya rolls her eyes and stands up. she walks away using hidden step, great.

following her rustling through the grass. she fucking flies away jesus. zen pulls out his token to follow her. senna throws her hands up "fine whatever" and walks away. parsley keeps re-reading the pact. senna watches him. teya asks if shes mad, senna says no shes just worried. teya wants to discuss her relationship with senna. she loved smierc. now senna. she didnt know him. not knowing her hurts too. omg she broke up with her. ladies, sennas single and depressed!

"If...that would make you happy, Teya." she finishes her drowning story. her brother tried to drown her at the age of 4. she survived cause her sister rescued her. he wound up dying somehow, she doesnt remember. she was then named heir and uh had to fight for her own survival every day after that. she chooses teya with every fiber of her being, having so much taken away from her at such a young age. one step at a time. (shes duuuuumped help her)

anyway on to parsley! he has no idea how to help fuck. uhh i made a joke in the chat so uh break up real not a break cool cool. putting her back in the box

parsley is so upset he cant figure out the contract cause its so shitty and open ended. he knows who the contractee is lol. ITS HIS MOM WTF. teya might actually be parsleys pet. anything ELSE we should know parsley? his moms an archfey so like what is he? crown prince?! parsley outranks senna this is hilarious. cant he just ask his mom to get rid of the contract? not a chance. what if parsley took teya's name? maybe. but he might count as a reprensentive but also teya was raised by her siblings. hmm. grasping at straws is what the fey do best! technically teya is a clone so ya know. we shouldnt bring the jar cause the bitch is in it but ya know.

first, find the portal. change teya's name. we trust you parsley. he got her name and can now transform into her xD Zedalia Wyntris is her new name cool. parsley can say teya's name tho xD push come to shove we have a silver box. parsley says take off that jewerly senna please. wheatley and SP have silver inside them. that should be fine. senna sighs and takes the jewerly off. shes trusting parsley. android comments about fey not liking silver oh no. just something to remember. in and out, super fast. might even take no time cause feywilds time is weird.

now to find the portal! teya ran the other direction of the portal when fleeing, so going that way. zen can find it i guess. teya might get to meet living relatives cool. senna says they might run into her friend ribbon, a pixie who was her friend and seamstress. found the portal! no idea how long parsley has been gone. hes been here 60 years but that means nothing in the feywilds. into the portal!