#they were both life-or-death one or the other scenarios though

[sewingseraph]

Tim Drake, watching both King Snake and KGBeast plummet from several hundred feet in the air: “… Gravity counts as natural causes.”

[brains-out-rn]

I don't like debating much(unless necessary for the sake of my own humanity) but sometimes it can be really Really fun specifically if it's about something that has absolutely no real weight to it(and yet if you were a spectator it might cause some concern for whatever reason)

for example: would you rather be threatened(physically mentally or emotionally take your pick) by a can of corn or a cob of corn?

Me personally I'd pick cob for a few reasons

1. I can outlast it(probably)

Fresh corn will eventually rot and decay but have you seen how long canned stuff can last unopened before it looks slightly different from new stuff??

2. Cans are made of metal not vegetable flesh

While a corn cob has its core that's not metal. Ever dropped a can? Might get a dent. If you have a good kick then you might survive but you will probably hurt your foot. Ever dropped corn? If it had it outer leaves and hair it might have stood a chance but if it didn't then bits of corn go everywhere

3. Actually fighting if needed

I feel like I could survive a fight with a sentient can but a sentient cob just seems less likely to hurt

However there are some things might change my decision

Like issue one which is how the corn moves because if the cob is fresh with hair and leaves and can move all the little hairs individually and can move the leaves then I'd probably choose the can because at that point I feel like it's less of "how would i survive with the least amount of bruising" and more of "how would I rather die but with a chance of surviving" and in my opinion i think blunt force trauma would be better then a slow death of strangulation via a sentient corns hair plus I do think I'd have a chance against a can of corn

Another issue is if it was mentally or emotionally I'd probably go with the can bc I feel like it would be easier for to rationalize it as ridiculous to be threatened by a can of corn then a cob for some reason

Like a cob is ridiculous to the point that I'd just accept it as making sense for that to happen?

a can is like "why am I listening to the can of corn. I literally own a can opener." But a cob is more like "if I were to try and deal with you in the traditional way of dealing with corn that would mean a pot and water and time and-"

Plus idk why but I feel like a cob would be less mean with its words. I can't explain it I just think cob would just go straight to physical threats instead of emotional ones but a can would stare at you menacingly making you question yourself and just judging you

[k0mmari]

i've been curious about this since you mentioned one of the watchers being destroyed when trying to grab xin mo, but

when a watcher is destroyed, is it just the physical form that's destroyed, or is it both the physical form and the bit of conscious used to create the watcher? does the bit of conscious return to the main body, or is just Gone forever?

That’s a great question! Let’s think of a hypothetical:

Let’s say a Watcher is attacked

Watchers are very, very weak, and their resistance isn’t the greatest, so three things usually happen (Though there may be some other variations in more strenuous scenarios)

First: If the Watcher does not take enough damage and manages to survive the attack, they will be taken by specialized healers who’ll see the best way to treat the wound (usually by using the Black River’s blessing).

At first, Shen Yuan didn’t there would be any need to specialize any Watchers for the sole purpose of healing, but after he noticed how much he— I mean, they seem to get into trouble, #55 and #56 were designated for the job. They are one of the Watchers with the greatest teleporting distance, but boy does that make them tired though.

Second: The Watcher dies. It’s a natural part of life and certainly a part of a Watcher’s life, but fear not! If they have succumbed to their wounds inside the Titan’s territory, the Black River will come to retrieve its deceased part and imbue new life onto the Watcher. It’s not a pleasant experience, death is death no matter what caused it, and the Watcher may experience some memory loss from a few hours leading up to the incident, but beyond that he will be mostly fine, and Shen Yuan #34 is always ready with a fresh change of clothes for when the Watcher reemerge from inside Xintiao Lake.

Third: The most unfortunate ending. Dying beyond the Titan’s protection is the closest thing to a True Death Shen Yuan has experienced. In the beginning of the Watchers run, a lot of them went out to the vast Endless Abyss, but it didn’t take long for him to realize the Abyss still stands true to it’s reputation, and a few Watchers were lost out in the infernal place. The Watcher cannot be healed or reunited with the Main Body so they are usually dug a special grave; a Titan’s fragment is still a Titan’s fragment, and they need to be sealed away properly.

Nowadays only Di-er goes out into the Abyss, but he always makes sure to pay a visit to those tiny bits of lost memories that can never be retrieved.

*If a Watcher’s wounds are serious enough to not be salvageable even by the Black River, he will be reabsorbed into the Main Body once again, and his memories collected. A few months later, it is likely a whole new Watcher will be born to take their place.

** A Watcher who’s died beyond the Titan’s protection cannot be helped, and any memories it hasn’t sent to the Main Body will die alongside him. Who knows what they have witnessed moments before death? Not that it is a major concern when it happens, for the Main Body, it’s like suddenly forgetting a whole week, but when you’ve lived for centuries, it doesn’t really matter in the end. Still, their horror and fear was felt, and they shall be grieved properly.

[damned-punk]

Worth The Wait (Law x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing

Content Description: you and Law are two sillies who have trouble reckoning with your feelings for one another ♡

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You’d heard a lot of things about Trafalgar Law, mainly that he was a Surgeon of Death and that he had rather wicked abilities. He was feared across many island nations but as he sat before you bickering with Straw Hat Luffy, you couldn’t help but wonder if they’d gotten it all wrong. He’d seemed so serious at first but not in a traditional way, he was alternatively authoritative. He’d bark orders to his crew and they’d obey with such an enthusiasm that directly contrasted his demeanor, it was evident that they knew him for who he actually was and the world did not.

Luffy must’ve felt it too, something similar to what you were feeling now. It wasn’t obvious at first, but you’d started catching a smirk crack across Law’s stoic features from time to time. Once when the bubbly Straw Hat’s captain had captured a beetle and chased Sanji around the beach with it and again when Brook slipped in his 75th bone themed joke of the day. You’d even caught him skillfully picking an argument between Kidd and Luffy, a great pretender who wanted to appear far more militant than he actually was.

You’d noticed other things too, the way soft black tufts of hair framed his face and how the sun would glint across the golden metal of his earrings. His tattoos looked cool toned in comparison to his sunkissed skin, the way his toned chest peaked out from beneath the low neckline of his shirts. You’d noticed the way that he was kind to those in need but never wanted anyone to see it, how much he loved and cared for his crew despite giving their affections a cold shoulder. He could be so mischievous at times, Law was a paradox in his own right.

He’d noticed somethings on his own too, the way your eyes lingered on him for far longer than necessary for conversation. How you’d make sure he had a share of whatever everyone else was enjoying whether it be drinks or food, it was as though you were partial to him. The way that you interacted with his crew perplexed him at first, he wasn’t sure what to think with how friendly you acted toward them. He didn’t have a great track record with letting people into his life, but he was beginning to think that he’d have to make another exception.

“Why did you give it to Traffy?”, Luffy pleaded with watery eyes after you’d offered Law the last of your snacks, “I can’t believe this, I always get your leftovers!”

“You better give it to him, (Y/N)-ya.”, Law interjected, the brim of his hat hiding his eyes, “We can’t have the child throwing a fit.”

“I’m not a child!”, Luffy argued back, totally missing the small smile on Law’s face, “You’re the child! Big goofy hat and all!”

“He’s older than you and if we’re being real, your hat is big and goofy too.”, you retorted while shuffling the food into Luffy’s hands, “You’re definitely the child in this scenario.”

“Always defending your boyfriend and not the Captain.”, Zoro remarked while clicking his tongue, totally embarrassing you.

Law’s face went ablaze, you needed to think of something to snap back with and fast. The three sword style meathead couldn’t have possibly sniffed you out. His remark had to have been born from snark.

“You jealous?”, you teased the swordsman, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull at the remark.

You turned to face Law who had already captured you in his gaze, your eyes met and awkwardly parted. For being a former warlord and current supernova, he was not very seasoned in chivalry. You wanted so desperately for him to make the first move, things were quickly becoming painful. One by one and on both crews, everyone had started noticing the strange aura that clouded your interactions. When you weren’t around, Penguin and Shachi teased Law about it relentlessly.

“They’re right Captain, she’s not gonna bite.”, Bepo tried to be the voice of reason.

“Enough!”, Law raised his voice while the two men snickered, Bepo remaining supportive as ever.

Even Ikakku, who almost never partook in Penguin and Shachi’s dumbassery, agreed that something needed to be done about the pair of you. She was tired of waiting for development in what had become a several months long stalemate. Your time with their crew was only ticking close to it’s inevitable end and she just couldn’t let that happen.

“Hey, do you have a minute?”, she approached you nearing the end of the day, leading you to a private area to talk, “How do you feel about the Captain?”

“Law?”, you asked as though you had no clue what she could be referencing, “He’s nice, a lot less diabolical than the rumors I’ve heard.”

“He’s nice?”, she asked in stunned repetition, “Only nice?”

“I mean he’s strong, funny, he’s a cool guy.”, you replied quickly, doing what you could to not slip up.

“Look, I know it might be a little nerve wracking but you’re gonna have to spell it out for him.”, Ikakku attempted to spark motivation in you, “I can ensure you that he feels the same way, watching you two keep this up is starting to make me long for more at this point.”

You took her comments in stride, lingering around him with more intent throughout the remainder of the night. She purposefully wrangled all her crewmates and excluded Law from their activities, effectively giving him all the free time necessary to break through this one last boundary. The two of you had chatted about everything but nothing of consequence, this was so much more difficult than it realistically needed to be.

“So, what was your little conversation with Ikakku about earlier?”, he asked out of the blue, breaking the non-consequential atmosphere that had begun simmering.

“Oh nothing, she just asked a question.”, you lied through your teeth, avoiding eye contact.

“It didn’t seem like nothing, she’s not one for useless conversation.”, he pried more, seemingly knowing what he was doing.

“What do you think we talked about?”, you forced yourself to meet his face, his eyes already fixated on your features.

“It’s hard to say exactly…”, he trailed off his sentence, maintaining eye contact.

You could’ve sworn he leant closer, but maybe it was your imagination. Either way, you couldn’t back down now. This was your chance to stand your ground, if he backed away you’d have your answer. The seconds felt like minutes and the longer you lingered like this, the closer the two of you had become. You flickered your gaze from his eyes to his lips and fought back a giggle as bewilderment crossed his features. He replicated your gesture, prompting you to brush his nose with the tip of your own. This was as far crossed the boundary that you were willing to go without being met, he’d have to bridge the gap from here.

His face looked as stern and analytical as you’d ever witnessed, he was clearly weighing the potential collateral of giving into his desires. So indecisive and for the first time in a very long time, so vulnerable. He finally leant forward and pressed his lips to your own, gently gliding his tongue along your flesh and giving you every opportunity to pull away. Your hands came to rest against his chest, his tattooed fingers dancing along your cheek and hip as he drank you in.

“EW!”, the two of you reluctantly parted upon hearing the expression, “TRAFFY AND (Y/N) ARE KISSING!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the effervescent Straw Hat Captain. Some would say that he and Law were total opposites but they were more alike than different. This time, Law laughed with you and let himself revel in such a warm moment. It might’ve been a long time coming, but it was certainly worth the wait.

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[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Sukuna and Gojo falling in love with the same darling?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, overprotective behavior, sadism, isolation, violence, abuse, mentions of cannibalism, death, non-con, Sukuna gloats about how he forcefully took you in front of Gojo

Tags: @lovley-valentine7

Falling in love with the same darling

🗾🩵Before Sukuna there is Gojo in your life. A presence that is already suffocating and smothering enough. A man who has all of the riches, the looks and the power to stand on top. Never in your life would you have ever imagined that one random meeting in a city would lead to you being locked away in Gojo's apartment, isolated and left to endure his unbearable clinginess. For someone with such powers and abilities you discover quickly that beneath that majestic and allmighty appearance is a man who is surprisingly fragile. Gojo is paranoid, he's needy and there is so much of his thoughts and his heart that he only reveals to you. So close yet simultanously so far away, a paradox shouldn't exist yet with him it does. There is so much that you know about Gojo. You know all of the little details about him. You know that he loves his sweets, realise that pouty expression that he gives you means that he feels neglected and know the feeling of his warm body wrapped around yours. Even if you were to close your eyes you would be able to perfectly recall messy, white hair and brilliant blue eyes, a figure out of a fairy tail yet he is no prince that rescues you from your cage. He coats it in gold instead.

🗾🩵Potential threats there are many as the one on top is always the one people wish to bring down. Only that this king is untouchable and unbeatable. He cannot be brought down for no one knows how to bypass his Infinity. No one dares touch him. However, you are reachable. A non-sorcerer,a prey as easy to crush as a flower beneath a shoe. If Gojo has one weakness then it would be you. You are nothing in comparison to him nor would you be able to fend against even those sorcerers who have a low rank. It's this fear of his that has led Gojo to isolate you from the world as you know it all because of his world, a world that you know nothing about. A world that is kept away from you as Gojo tells you so little about it. You know that there are powers and abilities that you cannot comprehend, strange beings in this world that you are unable to perceive. A fear of the unknown, invisible but present all the time. Perhaps it is wishful thinking of Gojo that you do not need to know about everything as he is there with you. As delusional as he tends to be, he knows that he would shock your view of the world if he were to reveal to you about the existence of curses.

🗾🩵Despite all the what-if scenarios that have led to your current demise there has never been a point in Gojo's life where he has ever been seriously terrified for your safety. There is no one in this time who surpasses him and it is the aspect of being hunted down by the blue-eyed king that keeps even those who know of your existence and significance to him away. Nothing has ever shaken him seriously, no one has ever made him fear for your life. Until the King of Curses is reincarnated into Itadori. Still bound by a weakness that can only be fixed by consuming all of his fingers yet already his appearance has the world of sorcerers shaking. The strongest of today meets the strongest in history. Immediately it is obvious that Gojo is meant to guard and guide Yuji, the only sorcerer capable of keeping Sukuna under control if Yuji should be turned into a vessel. It couldn't be more obvious that a fight between those two has already been written down in the future and both of them are aware of this unavoidable fate just as much. Both are confident though, confident that even though their opponent is strong that they will still win. Perhaps both even anticipate their battle against each other.

🗾🩵Never did Gojo plan to let Sukuna find out about you though. He will not be cocky when it comes to your safety hence all of the isolation. Yet still, Sukuna discovers you and perhaps it is the only thing that he will ever give Itadori credit for. After all it is Yuji who one day spots his sensei and you on the streets. It couldn't have been more glaringly obvious that you are someone important as Satoru is basically glued to your hips, pressing little kisses all over your face to further annoy you. The typical grin on his face when Itadori jogs over to him and you though disappears and you notice how he tightens his hold on you ever so subtly. It's not because of Yuji though, never because of a boy with such a good heart. It's because of the demon lurking within his soul that Gojo is so wary, keeping any private information about you as confidential as he can. The damage has already been done though as Sukuna can only perk up with some subtle interest as he recognises the low hanging fruit that has just been offered to him. Attachment and love have never been a strength in his mind, only ever a weakness. Just now, in this moment, he discovers the secret of the strongest sorcerer of the present.

🗾🩵You are going to be Gojo's downfall, a toy within Sukuna's schemes to play and torture as he breaks down the blue-eyed king of the present. The moment Sukuna knows of your existence he is taunting Gojo all the time. His mouth pops up constantly on Yuji's body, a gleeful and toothy grin as he reveals his twisted and sick plans and fantasies. He's sure that you must taste delicious~ Oh, he is going to relish in the tormented screams and pleas of yours as he feasts on your body, watching the light slowly leave your eyes. Fantasies he describes in such horrific details that even Gojo loses his composure, blue eyes darkening with feelings so unlike the light-hearted teacher he usually appears to be, his cursed energy enough to have even the air trembling. Itadori is always left shaken whenever he is exposed to his sensei's wrath all whilst Sukuna is cackling within his head, treating it all like an entertainment show made for only him. Sukuna's attention is now on you, a target on your back that has Gojo worrying as the words of the curse haunt him when he is alone with you. You do not understand where those promises of eternal protection come from as he smothers you in kisses and hugs.

🗾🩵Then Shibuya happens though. Gojo is sealed away, leaving you free for the first time in years. You can barely believe it when you step out of the apartment you have been stuck in for so long now, taking in a deep and shaky breath as an overwhelming feeling of freedom overcomes you. There are so many things you have always wished to do ever since you were stuck in that golden cage and now that you are out here you don't even know where to begin. Your plans are big, your possibilities seemingly endless. However, your freedom doesn't last long. Within only a few days after the terrifying Shibuya accident that is all over the news you are abducted once more. They introduce themselves as Uraume, briefly explain to you that they serve someone known as Sukuna and that their master is looking forward to meeting you as soon as he has finished some urgent business. Uraume is part of the world that Gojo has never taught you about but never before has it felt as real and scary as with Uraume. One time. You only attempted to escape one time yet the sensation of your entire body being encapsulated by ice strikes enough fear within your body to never run away again.

🗾🩵Your feelings are a mess. You mourn the short taste of freedom that you had, almost miss Gojo at times before you are reminded that it is his fault to begin with that all of this happened to you. Uraume isn't bad per se but they do not interact with you a lot as they only see it through that you are taken care of enough to survive. Otherwise they leave you alone with your spiraling mind, as elusive about everything that happens around you as Gojo was. You can only sit and wait like a caged bird. All of it to build up to the moment where Sukuna returns, in possession of a vessel that he has full control over. His presence is oppressing, frightening, enough to have your heart stop in the confines of your chest as you stare at him with wide eyes. A twisted grin rests on his face as his eyes rest on you, his hand grabbing your chin harshly as he muses to himself that he cannot quite understand why a sorcerer as powerful as Gojo would settle for someone so little as you. He could easily kill you right here and now, slash you into little pieces and devour you just like he has told Gojo. Yet Sukuna decides that it is too soon for that. He will wait until Gojo returns so that he can see the wrath and grief on his face.

🗾🩵If Gojo has kept you away from his world, Sukuna throws you straight into the flames without caring how severely he burns you in the process. Gojo must have been indeed made weak by his feelings to coddle you as much as he did but to your personal demise Sukuna doesn't hold affection and love in any regards. The only person he cares about is himself, the only desires he cares to satisfy are his own. And oh, what a delight it is to see you falling into despair as he pushes you over the edge that Satoru always steered you away from. He reveals to you just how naive and dumb you have been your entire life, his heart racing with euphoria as he sees how you crumble apart as you come to realise about the horrors that have surrounded you your entire life without you even being aware of it. You fall into a deep-rooted paranoia, constantly awake at night as you fear about monsters in your room almost as if you are a child again afraid of the infamous beast underneath the bed. Only that now you know that the monsters you are fearing right now are real yet remain hidden from your senses. Everything takes a toll on your mental health as Sukuna breaks you over and over again and keeps the shards to himself.

🗾🩵Scars, missing chunks of flesh, insults and a haunting laughter that you hear whenever you close your eyes. You can only grieve and regret every bad thought that you ever had about Gojo as you are subjected to a man who treats you like an disposable object. There is no ounce of humanity or kindness within Sukuna as he treats you like a toy, solely keeping you alive to showcase the broken shell of you to Gojo as soon as he has escaped his prison. It is for this sake only that he keeps you alive, forces water past your chapped lips and stuffs mushy food in your mouth, forcing you to swallow it painfully. That has been the plan from the beginning. That was supposed to be the plan. Yet why do you need to riddle him with the same disease that you have already cursed Gojo with? You do not understand the sudden increase in violence that Sukuna shows you. Uraume has a feeling about what is going on but remains quiet as they understand that the King of Curses would kill everyone who would dare to point the current situation out to him. The very same affection that he has ridiculed Gojo for seems to have now infected him as well, feelings he was never supposed to have blossoming.

🗾🩵There is more than one situation where you truly believe your end to be near and perhaps that thought crosses Sukuna's mind more than once as well. His body never cooperates, leaving a bitter rage within his heart as he deep down knows that it isn't the weak will of his vessel that is holding him back. It is his own. He can only leave quietly to quench his wrath by slaughtering some innocent people yet there is always a silent command of his that leaves Uraume catering to your severely injured form as Sukuna bathes in the blood of humans. Something is different, something has changed. Even to you this becomes eventually obvious as you notice Sukuna's presence inspecting you more often, not taunting or torturing you but instead observing you quietly with an intensity that almost reminds you of Satoru at times. Hands that have only hurt and murdered suddenly attempt to be gentler at times though his grip is still harsh and painful as if unfamiliar how to show affection. Every session of pain is suddenly mingled with bits of rough and reluctant affection. It is a strange transition within the simple and cruel relationship the two of you had had so far.

🗾​🩵​The moment Sukuna has acknowledged his own emotions for you he simply decides to do what he has always done. Satisfy his own desires and do whatever he wants without caring how much misery he will inflict upon innocent people. You are his from now on. Do not even think for even one moment that he will treat you like that white-haired fool did. You will not be spoiled and coddled. You will bow your head and obey, will know that you belong to him and will never even mention the name of your past lover. Sukuna clarifies to you that he plans to kill Gojo as soon as he has broken free from his seal and that you will be truly his to own and use after the death of the one who owned you before him. Truly, it is his biggest resentment to know that you already belonged to someone else before him, his possessive feelings seething deep down that someone else claimed you and took you before him. A used toy would normally provide little fun for him yet still you manage to catch his eyes. You really are a strange human, you know? Sukuna will erase every single trace of Satoru from your life and your body though until it is only the pleasure and pain he has inflicted on you that you can recall.

🗾​🩵​When Gojo finally breaks free from the Prison Realm his heart and soul ache for you yet he is in for a nightmarish surprise when he is met with the cruel and unforgiving reality. Sukuna has already gleefully awaited his return as he declares that there has been a subtle change of plans. He intends to keep you after he has killed Gojo, even thanks the blue-eyed sorcerer mockingly for having found someone as entertaining as you. Every word leaving Sukuna's mouth leaves Gojo with a hollow feeling of dread and rising rage as the curse provokingly lets him in on how amazing your body always feels when pressed beneath his, how wonderful your cries of pain and terror always sound whilst he pounds into you. He does not have to worry though for Sukuna will from now on guarantee that absolutely no one will murder you or harm you for it is only through his hands that you will experience any agony. A crazed gleam takes over Gojo's eyes, a broken laughter escaping him as his rage threatens to spill out of him. A lopsided grin that doesn't even attempt to hide his bloodlust appears on his face as their cursed energy clashes. This fight will decide who truly is the strongest, who has the right to keep you.

[jeankluv]

Twisted fate | Sylus

summary: You and Sylus made a promise when you were kids, that you would run away from that arena. And the day has come for both of you to run away together. But fate is always cruel.

words: 4.1k

warnings: spoilers from the new chapter, blood, character death, angst, a lot of angst, reader is mc

note: wrote this after reading the new chapter and the hinted past between mc and Sylus, enjoy. Sorry if there is any typo

You observed the big display in the sky, you were in second position, 50 points behind the first one. You bite your lip as you sat straight against the cold wall.

Today was the day, after all of those years, your only outcome was to leave that arena as a winner or in a coffin. You closed your eyes, you were 50 players, even if you were one of the top players it didn’t guarantee the victory. And what were you going to do with the top player?

You buried your face in your knees, trying to calm yourself down.m. It didn’t matter how many times you faced that moment, it still made you anxious. But this time was the last time, it didn’t matter the result, that one was going to be your last day at the arena.

Moving from the wall you were in, you looked around, the rest of the players were already stretching and getting ready for the arena. Your eyes then laid in the tall figure you knew well.

Your life had always been hectic, always staring at death. The spectators who came to the arena could change, the wanderers could be different, the children sent to die arrived and left covered by a tarp, but the only constant in your life other than death had been those red eyes, that now were staring back at you from across the room.

Sylus.

You remember when you arrived, he was already there, he was covered in bruises and stained blood when he approached you. You didn’t know the arena at the time, but you knew one thing, there was no friends inside those walls. But as time started to pass and the only two that were still surviving you grew closer, to the point of teaming up to assure your surviving.

But today… today only one of you would make it out alive, and the mere thought of having to kill Sylus made your whole body shiver. He was the only one you knew, he was your constant in your life. You did want to walk out of there and be free from that place, but having to face a world without Sylus, was eating you alive.

Even though the fight didn’t start your body felt heavy, as if you spent your day fighting, but it was probably all the thoughts that you were carrying with you. Every scenario and outcome that could occur was passing through your brain.

If you encounter Sylus what would you do? Team up and try to be the last two standing? That was the best option, but then? When you were the last two standing? What would you do?

“Stop thinking so much.” You felt how something touched your head.

Your eyes followed the deep voice and encountered Sylus’ eyes looking at you, you took the bottle of water he was holding and drank it. “Thank you…” You said.

Sylus sat on the chair that was on the side and titled his head. “Everything will be fine.”

“How?!” You said loudly, provoking that some other contestants looked their eyes on your figure. “Sylus… only one is walking out of this arena alive… Only one.”

Sylus moved and grabbed your chin. “Listen, we made a promise, we would get out of here, together.” You wanted to tell him it was impossible, but he continued. “And I’m going to fulfill my promise. You trust me, right?”

Your gaze were connected and Sylus was waiting for your response, of course you trusted him, more than anyone else in this universe. You silently nodded your head and rested your forehead in his chest. You wanted to feel his warm and his heart beat at least one last time if what Sylus was planning didn’t work out.

The heavy ring, announcing that the fight was going to start, made you break the distance you were sharing with Sylus. You took your belt and adjusted in your waste, noticing how your hands were still trembling. But Sylus big hands soon covered them, making them stop.

“We are starting in different spots.” He whispered. “I will meet you on the southwest, alright?” You nodded at him. “Stay alive.”

“You too.” And the warmth of his hand disappeared, leaving you alone, ready to enter the arena for one last time.

You walked to your assigned door and looked at the guards, despite wearing those heavy helmets you knew the look on their eyes, how they looked at you down, knowing you were nothing more than an entertainment for the rich, who enjoyed seeing kids and teenagers die in an arena.

The bell sounded again and you entered a tunnel that would lead you to the arena, it was dark and almost claustrophobic, and at the end a small light was the only guideline.

You placed your hand on the small slit that let in light and a little air and counted. In 20 seconds, the bell would ring again. Those with the most points would immediately receive a weapon, and the others would run to the center trying to get a weapon.

15.

Where the wanderers would attack, and if a wanderer didn't kill you, then a comrade would.

10.

Little by little, until only one living being remained in that arena.

5.

The screams of the crowd began to echo in your ears, and you felt your heart leap into your throat.

Then the sound of the last bell pierced your eardrums, and the artificial light of the arena illuminated the tunnel. Quickly getting used to the light, you grabbed the weapons you'd been given and began walking. They'd given you a gun with three bullets and a knife, insufficient for the wanderers there and the aggressive players you'd encounter. Your EVOL could help, but only to a limited extent. The arena, after all, was perfectly designed so that the fighters' EVOLs weren't at their full power.

You moved through the brush they'd placed in the arena. Useful if you wanted to hide, but also dangerous if someone stalked you and emerged from the bushes. Each arena was different, though the routine ones were always the same: just a wanderer and the fighter. But on special occasions, like this one, they modified the arena to make it more entertaining for the spectators.

The screams of other fighters started to sound across the arena, but calling them fighters seemed cruel, they were just kids trying to survive, like you used to. You took a deep breath and kept on walking trying to reach the point where you and Sylus were supposed to meet.

You were still unsure what was Sylus’s plan, but you trusted him, if he said you two were leaving then he was right.

How long had it been since you met? 12 years, if you weren't mistaken. 12 years you'd been there fighting to survive. You unconsciously smiled at the thought of the possible future you could share with Sylus, free, together. It sounded good. Too good.

You continued walking, listening to the screams and roars that echoed through the arena, but they were muffled by the cheers of those watching. Your face was visible on the screen, just below Sylus. Both of you were serious, your faces dull, and with scars that hadn't yet fully healed. Your points on the screen remained intact; they hadn't increased, nor had they decreased. If they increased, it meant that you had either killed a Wanderer or another opponent, and if, on the other hand, your points decreased, it meant that you had been wounded. It gave you peace of mind that Sylus's points were still intact; he was still alive, although finishing Sylus off would be a complicated mission.

Twenty minutes had passed when you reached a small artificial stream. You were thirsty, but drinking from that water was probably a direct condemnation. In a special edition of the arena, where you and Sylus, luckily you hadn't participated, there was a large lake, and many participants believed it was safe to drink, but nothing could be further from the truth. That water caused hallucinations in them, so much so that many died from them.

You looked at your reflection in the water and wondered if it was possible that at some point that face could reflect peace, serenity, and joy. But at that moment, your already pale face took on an even paler hue. The water reflected another silhouette, and it wasn't Sylus's.

“Oh, look, it's number 2!”

Gathering momentum, you jumped across the stream to the other side, but you felt the sword he held in his hand graze your hair.

Your chest rose and fell as your gaze remained fixed on the figure in front of you. It was number three on the board. You didn't know his name, nor did you want to. He had arrived later than you and Sylus, but he was your age or even older. Unlike most who arrived there, he came thirsty for battle and glory. He wanted to reach the top so much that he even attacked Sylus in the common areas, all because he couldn't stand seeing him always on top.

You looked at the weapons he owned; luckily, he only had a sword. If he had owned one of the few firearms granted, you'd probably be dead.

“What's up, number two?” He spoke again, his irritating and arrogant voice piercing your eardrums. “Sylus isn't here. You know, it would be good to finish you off and throw your corpse at that bastard.”

You clenched your fists against the grass. “What makes you think you could kill me?”

“We checked? You want to play?”

You stood up and pointed your pistol at him. “Try crossing and see what happens.”

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Sylus couldn't have had worse luck than exiting at the opposite position from where he was supposed to meet you. The fastest way? To cross the center of the arena. The safest way? Clearly not through the center. That's why, as soon as the bell rang, Sylus grabbed his weapons and ran through the center. He had advantage, since he had the best weapons—two guns with three bullets each and a knife—and also because most of the fighters wanted to avoid a direct confrontation with him, they were probably hoping a wanderer was the one to take him out.

As he run across that fake forest, Sylus's gaze occasionally moved up to the screen, making sure you weren't losing points, that you were still alive.

He ignored all the Wanderers; it would be a waste of time to fight them, as it would take up both time and ammunition. When he reached the center of the arena, he could see what had happened there, but he couldn't stop, he shouldn't stop. He had to get to you.

Sylus's red eyes moved back up to the screen, and his heart stopped. You had lost points; that meant you had encountered a Wanderer or another fighter. He started running, gun ready to fire at whatever was attacking you. He couldn't lose you, not when you were so close to finally being free, to being together.

Fate couldn't take you away from him. You were everything to Sylus; you were his light, his warmth, his home, his love.

He arrived there, sold by his family; he had never felt warmth or love, and all he ever knew was fighting. But then you arrived, staring into space, also fighting to survive. You were stubborn, and at first Sylus didn't feel it was worth trying to be your friend, your ally. But as if gravity were pulling you together, he always came back to you. It had always been that way.

Sylus ran through the green forest, dodging every Wanderer that came before him. His eyes were bloodshot; every second was crucial. He had to run faster, be faster.

His steps stopped dead when he saw a body a few feet away. He saw only boots and blood, but his heart was already in his mouth. Sylus approached, his weapon raised, ready for whatever might happen.

It seemed as if the arena had gone completely silent, the only sound being Sylus's labored breathing.

Seeing the body, Sylus regained his breath and felt the blood rushing back through his body. It was fighter number 3, lying there motionless. Sylus looked at the body and saw the bullet marks. His mouth felt dry, and his gaze lifted to the monitor. You were in 17th place.

“Sylus…” Your voice hit him and his gaze turned to the direction it came from.

He saw your body against a tree. You had blood and you were holding your abdomen, your eyes looked tired but happy to see him. Sylus moved quickly to where you were lying.

“I’m sorry…” He said, checking your body.

You had a cut on your abdomen, deep enough that it wouldn't stop bleeding. Sylus cursed under his breath as he tore a piece of fabric from his shirt to stop your bleeding.

“Sylus…”

“Don't talk.” He ordered. “And keep your eyes open.” Luckily, he'd managed to sneak in enough medicine and supplies to treat you in an emergency. “Does it hurt?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and trying not to cry. “It hurts so much…”

Sylus bit his lip. He should have been faster, should have been with you. “Hold on a little longer, it's almost done.”

When he put down the thread, Sylus could see his hands beginning to shake. For the first time, Sylus was afraid, afraid of losing the only person he loved and cared about.

“Sylus…” You called him again, and Sylus’s eyes met yours; you could see the anguish and, above all, the fear in them. “I’m fine…” You tried to calm him down. “You did a good job.” You smiled subtly. “What tricks did you use this time to get this into the arena?”

You knew the only way to distract him was to get his mind off things. “You know I always have an ace up my sleeve, love.”

Love.

You smiled at that nickname. Sylus had started using it not long ago, and it provoked all kinds of emotions in you, from absolute happiness to the deepest fear. Because you wanted to keep hearing that nickname for eternity.

“Can you get up?” Sylus asked.

“I think… so.” You said as you tried to sit up.

“If it hurts, say so,” Sylus said as he grabbed you. “Come on, we only have a little more time and we can put all this behind us.”

“Sylus… what about the trackers?”

“Relax.” He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and leaned some of your weight on Sylus. Although you were trying to act strong, the pain was actually quite intense. But luckily, you soon reached what looked like a simple concrete wall. Sylus indicated that you should wait a bit and approached the wall. What at first seemed like a concrete wall opened. It was a secret door.

Sylus nodded, as if he were communicating with someone, and then he stretched his arm out toward you. You took his hand and, almost using it as a cane, you began to walk. The false wall closed behind you, and the narrow hallway was illuminated by a dim light in front of Sylus. Sylus's back blocked your view, but you knew there was a third person there, someone guiding you out.

“It's safe to do it here.” You heard; it was a man's voice. He seemed elderly.

Sylus turned to you and lifted your hair, exposing your neck. You wanted to ask what he was going to do, but before you could utter a word, you felt a sharp pain run through your body.

“I'm sorry…”

You laughed. “You need to stop repeating that shit.” You looked at him, and he gave you a smirk.

You looked at Sylus's hand and there was a small chip, the tracking device all the fighters had from the moment they were brought in. Sylus threw it away and took out his own as well. You were one step closer to freedom.

Sylus turned and grabbed your hand again. Luckily, the wound didn't hurt that much, probably because the medicines Sylus had gotten were some of the best, making your body regain strength in just a few minutes.

You continued walking. The place was almost like a labyrinth, but the person guiding you seemed to know it well. You came to a door, and the man you hadn't seen yet spoke.

“The rest is up to you, Sylus.” Sylus nodded. “You have the ship ready in Bay 5. There shouldn't be any guards, since they're all in the arena.”

Sylus shifted slightly, and you could see the man's face. He had an almost white beard and hair of the same color, due to the passage of time. When he noticed your gaze, he smiled subtly at you, almost as if silently telling you that he hoped you were happy.

”I'll go in the opposite direction, to make sure no one sees you.” He said, his hand already on the handle. “Good luck to both of you.”

“Thank you, Mephisto.” Sylus said with a half smile.

When the door opened, Sylus took your hand and you started walking. You looked back at him one last time and smiled at him, just like he had moments before.

You walked through the place; it was completely empty. And as you turned left, you saw a ship under the number 5, your exit. You gently squeezed Sylus's hand, and he reciprocated.

You were so close…

The sound of gunshots rang out, and you fell to the ground. Dazed and confused, you opened your eyes, Sylus was also on the ground, and soon your eyes saw blood oozing from his leg. In pain, probably from the cut you sustained, you crawled over to him and tried to check his wound.

The guards' voices could be heard in the distance, and the sound of the siren announcing a breakout echoed throughout the compound. You tried to get Sylus up and take him to the ship; you were only 10 meters away from it. Only 10 meters…

It was then when you heard Sylus calling your name, and you came back to you. Sylus was looking at you, his face twisted, and he was about to burst into tears. Why?

“Hang in there, okay?” He whispered to you and tried to get up, but the sound of another gunshot echoed in the air.

“Sylus…”

What was that metallic taste in your mouth? Your body was tired. Too much.

“Don't talk, save your strength…” You felt his hand on your chest and then you understood.

The pain you'd felt hadn't been from the cut, no, one of the bullets hit you. It had hit you in the chest.

You were…

“Hey! Hey!” Sylus's voice brought you back. “Stay with me.”

“I…”

“No, don't talk…”

The soldiers were close, you knew because Sylus had used his EVOL to attack, but it was useless, you wouldn't make it.

“Go…” You whispered.

Sylus looked at you, his lower lip trembling, and for the first time you saw Sylus’s tears. You didn't want that, you didn't want him to suffer, to cry.

“No… don't cry.” You raised your hand and Sylus took it, planting a soft kiss on it and then placing it on his face.

“I can't lose you.” He whispered.

“You must…” You barely had the strength to continue speaking, but you had to. “Leave, be free…”

“Love…” Sylus rested his forehead against yours; he too knew you were fading, that he was losing you.

“I love you…” You smiled.

And Sylus smiled back, whispering against your lips. “Me too.” Before connecting your lips in a kiss that soon turned cold, just like your body and the hand Sylus held so desperately.

You were gone, and Sylus felt like a part of him had gone with you.

The guards surrounded him, yelling that he was under arrest, but Sylus didn't move. His body was pressed against your cold, motionless body. It wasn't until the guards began to move Sylus that he returned to the reality around him and began to attack the guards. He wanted to be alone; he didn't want to be separated.

But then he felt how a bullet passed through him, and Sylus wasn't afraid; he smiled. He smiled because it meant he would die too and could meet you.

His body fell next to yours, and Sylus grabbed your hand, hoping you were waiting for him.

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“Sylus... I curse your soul… I curse your soul... to never fade away… You'll always be tied to me. Forever. This is my curse... Only I can…Grant you a true death.”

Sylus opened his eyes and tried to move, but soon he realized he was chained. Where was he? What was that he just saw, a dream? But it didn’t feel like one. But that was definitely your voice.

Was that the afterlife? But more importantly, where were you? He needed to find you.

His red eyes scanned the room, it was dark, only illuminated with a red light and he was chained to a chair. His EVOL seemed to be suppressed, therefore he was unable to break free.

Was he back in the arena? What the fuck was going on?

The sound of a metallic door opening made him look in front of him. A couple of men entered, followed by who he deduced was the one in charge of everything.

Sylus smirked with arrogance as he looked at them. He still wasn’t sure what was happening, but he for sure wasn’t going to get intimidated.

“So many guards… and just for me?” Sylus tilted his head. “I feel honoured.”

The one in charge looked at him and took out a bunch of papers. “Sylus, huh? I wouldn’t be so arrogant if I were you.” Sylus smile and fierce eyes didn’t disappear. “After all you are in the Supreme Interstellar Exile Starship Tartarus, no one gets to leave.”

Sylus' smile dropped slightly, how did he end up there?

“What type of monster are you?” The guy spoke again. “After getting shot right in the heart, you healed, like a fucking monster.”

Sylus’s heart skipped a beat, so he actually got shot, he held your hand, he was dying with you. So why the hell was he still alive.

“I’m afraid your partner didn’t have that much luck…”

“Where is she?!” Sylus shouted, throwing away the calm posture he had.

“Who knows, we don’t bring dead bodies into this prison.”

Sylus tried to break free from those chains, he wanted to kill that guy and every single one of the guards that were looking down at him. But an electric shock went through his body.

“Listen monster.” The guy took his hair and pulled up, making Sylus face him. “You will be here for the rest of eternity, you will never be able to leave.”

He let go of Sylus's hair and his head fell silent, but his laughter began to echo in the cell. “I will make sure you are looking right into my eyes when I break free.” Sylus smiled once again.

The man in charge silently ordered them to leave the room, and after punching Sylus a few times, he left as well, leaving Sylus completely alone.

The wounds on his face didn't hurt, not as much as the wounds inside him. Half of him was gone, gone. And then there was that dream... but was it really a dream? No, it couldn't be; it had been too real to be.

A past life, perhaps? He'd heard you speak of it once; you'd heard it from another fighter, how in their culture, souls who died were reborn in a new life, and that those who had loved each other in one life would find each other again in the next.

Sylus hadn't believed it at first, but in that instant, after seeing that dream, or perhaps memories of a past life, he believed it.

He threw his head back and looked at the red light, thinking about the fragments he saw. You and him making a bond together, sharing a soul and those final words he'd heard you say... Was that why he hadn't died? Why didn't you let him die? He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it.

If past lives, rebirth were true, then he was going to find you, he was going to make sure you were free and happy in that lifetime. He was going to do everything, but first he needed to break free from that stupid prison.

[pyract0]

╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)- Part 2

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", ☁︎Mydeimos, Anaxagorus, Gallagher, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jiaoqiu (continuation) ☁︎Part 1 here, part 2 here

╰┈➤Mydeimos (+Tribbie)

Mydei who after losing you had to relearn the simple things you used to help him with. Some days waking up forgetting you're gone, seeking you out thinking you're walking about somewhere after rising early.

You who used to sit down with him, talking about plans while braiding his hair, now gone forcing him to do it himself. Some people wouldn't even realise you had passed, him doing everything in his power to stop everything else from changing.

With you both being "parents" (the cities children who just love you), having to explain to them why you aren't coming to play with them anymore or give them gifts like you used to.

Like to imagine Tribbie would be naturally close to you, seeing you as a parental figure, who tries to be positive that she'll "see you tomorrow" but takes it just as hard as Mydei. The two of them trying to cheer up the other but in the end just making themselves realise further that you aren't coming back.

╰┈➤Anaxagorus (Spoiler warning!)

Anaxa losing you in the same incident that took his own life, yet only one of you were given a core flame and revived. Him waking up breathing again just for your body to remain unmoving, pulse long gone.

Him pushing that people use his full name, not only because he sees it as disrespectful but because it's what you called him. Wishes to keep it as your designated nickname, as both a way to respect and remember you.

Imagine you both who liked gifting small things, rings in particular, with Anaxa wearing them each day without failure. Never taking them off in fear of losing them, with them becoming apart of his normal attire. Wears an extra ring that you never gifted him, matching the one tucked away in a small box that he never got to give you.

╰┈➤Gallagher

Instead of him losing you, he was the one lost in the end. You knew it would happen eventually, he didn't exist, he was never meant to accomplish anything other than his mission. Yet it still hurt when he inevitably disappeared.

You who took it upon yourself to release "Sleepie" with the help of the trailblazer, letting go of what felt like the last piece of him that remained living in hopes that one of you could be happy. Though you later find the creature in search of Gallagher, coming to you in a means of finding him.

The man who begins to fade from the dreamscape, with people and memories slowly forgetting him, yet you can't seem to stop thinking about him. You keep a small locket with his photo, yet each day he looks less recognisable as time moves on without him.

╰┈➤Aventurine

Aventurine who saw you as a friend, someone who he could confide in on his home planet, the only person he had left besides his sister. Yet you fell alongside everything he knew, leaving him the only known survivor of your world. The only one to hold your memory.

He fell in love with a ghost, imagining you growing up beside him, being able to free himself and move on to a new life with you. He began to drive himself insane, living as if you were there the whole time as a comfort, though it did more harm than good.

Who after falling into the deepest part of the dreamscape sees you again, finally letting you rest as he walks away from his past.

╰┈➤Dr Ratio

Dr Ratio who loses you early into your relationship to an illness he failed to detect, blaming himself for your death and using it as a motive to keep working on his studies. Imagines a world where he saved you as his end goal, that somehow if he found an answer it could bring you back.

Him picking up sculpting as a way of preserving your memory, engraved in stone for years to come. Having a room dedicated to solely you, each sculpture doing something you loved as if you were still there.

Refers to you as if you were still alive, never failing to mention you in conversation when he sees fit. His students believe you're still breathing, as if at any moment you would walk in to deliver something to him, yet you never come. And only he knows why.

╰┈➤Jiaoqiu (Please read part 1 for context!)

Less like idea, more just my thoughts since the last part.

Since he's a foxian, I imagine his anatomy to be different depending on if it's more based on his human side or not. If his body, specifically his digestive system, is more canine based then this idea isn't as plausible.

But if he's more human

He'd likely fall ill from the consumption of the raw blood and organs that weren't cooked, maybe he get's a deadly bloodborne disease?

Worst part is, he's a doctor so he'd see the signs. If not initially of what you had been doing, he'd know from the telling's of his own body. Nausea, fatigue, fever. He would know.

But would he seek to get treatment or let the possibly fatal disease choose his fate?

He hasn't fulfilled his promise of curing Feixiao yet, but can imagine his losing motivation from your death. While he isn't killing himself, he isn't stopping the disease that could potentially end his life.

Or, he takes your sacrifice as his reason for moving forward, for living his life to the fullest because that's what you would have wanted.

Just some thoughts I had for it, might just die who knows.

╰┈➤ Note

I might do him in another one of my pieces but y'all.. Sue me. I don't really like Phainon. Like I see the appeal but his design doesn't do it for me 😔 He is pretty though. (I also just didn't have any ideas for him)

I have a request I plan to write next, not sure when it'll be done but plan to finish it soon :)

[delusional-mushroom]

Aaravos x reader where reader is also a startouch elf who was Aaravos’s lover but got imprisoned at the same time he did but in a different prison so instead of trying to lead Claudia and Viren to his prison he’s insisting they save his lover (but in his own ‘No! You can’t do it on your own you need this elf’s help!’ To avoid revealing something that would break his mystery facade- maybe reader had like a pet that guards their last residence and Aaravos is just like ‘oh yeah, that’s just ___ he bites.’ Feel free to add some plot to this it’s just a lil scenario that poofed into mah brain hole.

🌟 anon

Oh hello 🌟 anon. Thanks for the request >:3

Side note: sorry this was a bit rushed, especially towards the end. I’d be happy to part two it if you guys want.

After Leola’s death, you and Aaravos shared your grief. When you had no more tears to cry, and the crater of her demise was full to the brim, you began plotting your revenge.

At first, everything was going great. No one suspected a thing.

But then, a human girl— A human girl, had the audacity to stick her nose into where it did not belong, and rat you two out to the arch dragons.

It all happened so fast, one moment Aaravos was shielding his lover from the onslaught of attacks; and then the next they were both enveloped in a crude, blinding light.

Your look of horror was the last thing he saw before he too was imprisoned.

The two of you were both granted a visage through intricate looking glasses, spared with only one shellshocked glance at each other before you were given to the arch dragon of ocean, Domina Profundis.

Every day, and every night, Aaravos cried in his prision.

First Leola, his kind and loving daughter, and now his spouse: the only thing he had left in this cruel world.

Everything seemed hopeless.

He might never hold you in his embrace.

You two might never see each other again.

That was until a middle-aged dark mage stumbled upon his looking glass. How it got from the clutches of Avizandum and Zubeia to the treasury of Katolis, he didn’t know. But old habits die hard, and Aaravos didn’t mind reusing some old tricks…

“Avizandum is dead.”

What…?

Avizandum, King Of The Dragons, the ringleader in his and his lover’s imprisonment. He was dead.

Aaravos felt a satisfaction he had not felt in a long time. Not only was this going to make his schemes easier, but hearing the news of his passing made Aaravos almost giddy with joy. Maybe he wasn’t the one to end Avizandum’s life, but knowing of his death was almost just as good.

Maybe this middle-aged, emotionally fragile man had potential. Maybe he would be a useful pawn.

Finally, after centuries in his prision, escape was within his grasp. He could leave this dreaded place. He could take revenge upon those wretched dragons and elves.

But in a final moment, he relented.

“No.”

“What do mean ‘no’? We’re this close to freeing you!” Claudia squawked indignantly, pinching her fingers together to emphasise her point.

“You need to free someone else first. Someone just as powerful, and just as essential to the plan.” Aaravos insisted, his ghost-like apparition pointing a finger to a second dot on the map.

“And who would that be?” Viren inquired, Raising and an eyebrow in suspicion.

The star touched elf resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His use for the old man was beginning to dwindle. “You will see when the time comes.”

Reluctantly, he managed to get Viren, Claudia, and Terry to agree, though the earthblood elf didn’t really put up much of an argument.

Roaring and ticketing sounded through the mountain where your prison was kept. Allegedly, the magic orb that contained you was imbedded into an ancient tree. In order to acquire it, the tree needed to be felled. Easy, right? Wrong.

The tree was guarded by a serpent-like dragon by the name of Mortem, who’s bite held enough venom to kill an archdragon.

“Don’t get bit.” Aaravos instructed.

He was so close to you. He could feel your energy radiating through the mountain.

And somehow, the earthblood elf managed to lead Mortem away and distract him long enough without getting bit for Claudia and Viren to cut down the tree and grab your prision.

The scrambled journey back down the mountain made his breath bait in anticipation. This was it. He was finally going to be able to see you again.

Once the ritual was complete, your giant form kneeled down to look the three mortals in the eye. Shrinking yourself down, his ghostly appearance caught your eye.

“Aaravos?” You ask incredulously.

“I’m here, beloved.”

I’m here…

[vandal-flower]

Great Power Comes with No Responsibilities

Ror men with a powerful but lazy s/o.

Requested by 🦅 anon.

Characters: Qin Shi Huang, Jack the Ripper, Buddha and Loki.

Warnings: A bit of angst in Jack's part. 😶

Notes: Do you think I wrote too much this time?

Scenario:

"Female god reader who is extremely powerful but lazy , lazy in the means she liked to lie down and sleep a lot , if she wants to she could kill zeus and she can be really intimidating but shes soft around them."

Qin Shi Huang

He didn't even notice you were a god.

You looked too exhausted to function, and yet you were ready to fight whomever tried to harm him.

He would take care of any obstacles that would dare present itself to him, but he loves how you sort the situation than he does.

There were times where you offered to lift his curse, but he declined.

According to him, if he as an emperor could not endure this curse, how could he rule a nation.

You haven't heard such wise words from anyone else before. You smile at him, and gently give him a kiss on his head.

No one dares to challenge either of you as they fear the both individually.

In private, he declares his love and loyalty for you, as the two of you embrace each other.

"Even if the Heavens dare to object our love, we'll remain ontop."

Jack the Ripper

He's honestly surprised how someone like you could love a man like him.

He has faced many hardships, threats and much more from people who knew him and those who don't.

However, when it comes to you, he can't help but cry a little at the smallest hint of love and kindness someone has ever given him.

Someone who is even more powerful than Zeus himself. Despite your intimidating nature, he finds it soothing.

Especially when you are so soft around him. He often wonders what he did to be loved and cherished by someone like you.

Many wanted to end his life even before he fought Hercules. He is very thankful that you continue to defend him even with your reputation at stake.

You often don't mind defending him against the other gods, after all he is your lover.

It's unknown how you two got together, but it does not matter as the two of you are head over heels for each other. (Good for you.)

"I don't know what I did to have to have you in my life, but I promise to cherish our time forever my dear."

Buddha

My guy here is taking advantage of the whole situation.

You can't blame him though, he is literally in a relationship with someone who is as strong, if not stronger than a primordial god!

Many wonder how in the world did you end up with someone like him, but seeing how lazy you are, it makes sense.

Often times, when Zeus threatens to punish him, you put Zeus in his place, promising an eternity of pain should he ever hurt your lover.

The smirk on his face says it all. (Me too.)

He is happy at the fact that even though you are powerful enough to defeat Zeus, or any chief god, you don't get arrogant.

Despite how powerful you are, he treats you the same way he treats everyone, just with more affection.

You bet he's telling Jataka about you, and how much he loves you!

"Thanks for taking care of the other gods for me. I'll cuddle you later if you want honeybun."

Loki

Another one on the list of taking advantage of this, however to an even greater degree. (What did you expect?)

Whenever he pranks Thor or Odin, he immediately runs to you. The two can't do anything but give him a death glare.

He's busy giggling his bum off behind your back, as you wake up from your nap and question who woke you up.

He often questions you if Zeus truly is the Grandfather of the Cosmos. To which you reply an exhausted, "No, it's only because he is powerful and looks older than he is."

At first he thought you were a demigod due to how sluggish you were acting. But quickly straightened up after seeing Zeus treat you with more respect than anyone.

He tried pranking you, but you were too tired to notice anything. And when you did notice, it backfired on him, resulting to him being confined in the emergency room.

He definitely thinks you're weird and has voiced this, but knows you won't care either way. He also tries to get a reaction from you.

He likes telling you the latest stories (or gossip) from the Heavens. You sometimes stay awake just to hear them.

"Apparently there was a rumors spreading around about Aphrodite's beauty salon."

I probably wrote too much didn't I.

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[qiu-yan]

avoidance

if i had been in jiang cheng's position immediately after the fall of lotus pier, i probably would not have tried to strangle wei wuxian.

i don't like dealing with negative emotions, so instead i'd probably say some bullshit like "whaaat? no, it's not your fault and i don't blame you at all, so don't worry about it," and then just put all my energy towards trying to survive. except i would blame wei wuxian. i would very much blame him, from the depths of my soul. even if i tried my hardest to convince myself not to blame him, that i should not blame him, that i do not want to blame him - nonetheless, my subconscious would remain convinced that, were it not for him, my family and everyone i grew up with would still be alive.

and, because of that resentment, i would begin to pull away from him.

i would not save wei wuxian from that wen patrol. even if i did love that deeply, my resentment would still blunt my reaction time and i would not be able to act in time. for the sake of convenience, let's say that wen ning rescues wei wuxian from lotus pier anyways. wei wuxian lives. what happens then? on one hand, i still resent him for causing the deaths of all my family; on the other hand, though, now i also feel guilty for allowing him to be captured and tortured simply because i would not die in his place. how do i deal with these complicated emotions - these unsightly, ugly emotions? i don't. i bury them and pretend they don't exist, because running away from difficult feelings is how i've always lived my life - i run away from him, because whenever i see him, this twinned of resentment and guilt rear their ugly heads again.

thus, because of my emotional unavailability, the relationship tanks. maybe wei wuxian gets his core melted, somehow picks up demonic cultivation anyways, and is thus pulling away from me as well; maybe the avoidance comes from both ends. and if wei wuxian instead notices that something is wrong and starts pestering me about what's wrong - well, i have full faith in my ability to deflect. i am long-practiced in diverting the focus of a conversation specifically to imply that the other party's concern isn't welcome.

thus, by the time the sunshot campaign ends, our relationship would have severely deteriorated. and then, because of this, i would take wei wuxian leaving our sect to protect the wen remnants as the actual end of our bond. unlike jiang cheng, i would not even argue against wei wuxian's leaving, nor say things as sentimental as "if you insist on protecting them, then i cannot protect you" - instead, i'd simply write off our relationship as doomed and sever it peacefully.

after all, he owes me nothing. i am entitled to neither his labor nor his presence. if he wishes to leave, then he is free to go; if he wishes to no longer be family, the i will no longer think of him as so. in fact, the less familiarly i think of him, the better: it is at once much easier and much more comfortable for me to believe, in a post-hoc sense, that someone who has left me actually never wanted to be with me to begin with, and i therefore have not lost anything of value at all. and this loss would not hurt me as much as it hurt jiang cheng in canon. after all, i, unlike jiang cheng, am a veteran at avoiding all thought on topics that distress me; instead, i'd soon find something new and exciting with which to distract myself.

i would not visit wei wuxian in the burial mounds. if jiang yanli insisted on seeing him, perhaps i would accompany her there, but i would not make any conversation with him myself beyond what is absolutely necessary. i would consider the death of jin zixuan unforgivable. i would consider the death of jiang yanli unforgivable. but perhaps i would not feel as wretchedly betrayed as jiang cheng does in canon: after all, i in this scenario, unlike jiang cheng, have already given up on wei wuxian a long time ago.

i would probably lead the first siege of the burial mounds. i would not hold the same level of animosity against the wens as jiang cheng does in canon - in general, while i can hold onto subconscious resentment for a long time, actively clinging onto seething hatred for extended periods of time is difficult for me. perhaps i'd even speak up more for the wen remnants, out of purely some abstract moral concern for the wellbeing of POWs; however, i'd stand down the moment any of said speech put my own people in danger. perhaps i'd lead the first siege of the burial mounds because it is expected of me. or perhaps i'd genuinely want the man who hurt my sister to die.

either way, if i then encountered wei wuxian in the burial mounds battlefield, i would actually kill him. it would be easy for me to do so.

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as you might have guessed, the "i" in this passage is not actually me (yanyan) from real life. if it were Me In Real Life in jiang cheng's position i would probably just die.

instead, the "i" in thjis passage is a different MDZS character. prize for you (bragging rights) if you can guess who it is!!!!!

[tossawary]

It's funny to think about a scenario in which Luke manages to get Yoda off Dagobah and bring him back to the Rebellion. Maybe Obi-Wan left a message with R2 as a backup plan or something, so Luke got the message much earlier. Yoda is still too old and injured to fight, but he can train Luke while moving around as the Rebellion's new grandpa (and potentially reunite with characters like Ahsoka and Kanan and Cal and so on).

This AU is important to me because how it would look from an Outsider's POV:

"Uhhh, Luke," Han said. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Luke said, turning to look across the hangar bay. "Oh. That's Master Yoda. I went to Dagobah to get him, remember?"

Han studied the small, green, vaguely amphibious creature with long pointy ears and wisps of white hair, crouched underneath Luke's X-Wing and steadily eating its way though a bucket of... what the hell were those things? Eggs?

"That's your great Master Yoda?" Han said dubiously. He couldn't have helped it, so he didn't even try not to sound skeptical. "The one who's going to train you and Her Royal Highness in this... uh... penetrating life field magic?"

Those ragged brown blankets that it seemed to be wearing looked not unlike the dusty robes that Luke's old man had been shuffling around in, before getting killed back on the Death Star. Maybe.

"He's the wisest and most powerful Jedi Master alive," Luke said, like he was determined to be upbeat about it. "He's 900 years old. He said."

Han watched the creature dig around in the bucket some more, nearly sticking the entire upper half of its body inside. Its long ears wilted when it came up empty. It sat back with a loud, high-pitched harrumph and its wrinkled face scrunched up like a fruit rotting all at once.

"Yeah," Han said. "He looks it."

Luke shot him a betrayed look and Han just shrugged. He didn't have a problem with the kid and the princess finding some comfort in some hokey old religion. The kid's family had apparently been killed by troopers the day that Han had met him and Leia had watched her entire planet be destroyed, so whatever touchy-feely nonsense helped them deal with that helped.

But that didn't mean that Han wasn't going to call it like he saw it- "Uh, kid, is that your storage unit he's searching now?"

Luke groaned and put his head in his hands. "I left some ration bars in there, I think. I bet he can smell them."

This great Jedi Master was making a real mess of it. He threw one of Luke's things over his shoulder, where the tool hit R2-D2, and the small droid immediately let out a shocked series of beeps and chirps. The outraged blare when the droid traced the missile back to Yoda was even louder.

Han watched as the droid whirred briskly up to Yoda, then reached out with an extended grabber and yanked at the old Jedi's stick. Yoda shrieked in surprise. A tug-o-war started, which looked like it was going to have one or both of them falling over.

"Oh, no," Luke said.

People around the hangar bay were starting to stare. Han couldn't look away.

The droid released the wooden stick and Yoda let out a cry of triumph. Which turned into a yelp of pain, because R2-D2 had just zapped him with another extended tool, which crackled like a threat that the droid would do it again. Yoda's response was to smack the droid with his stick, repeatedly, grunting with the effort - and the loud clanging caught the attention of everyone who hadn't already been looking.

"You gonna, uh, you gonna do something about that?" Han said to the kid.

Luke sighed heavily, which definitely meant that this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. He stood up and waded into the mess, catching the stick with one hand and physically pushing the droid back with the other, ordering the old astromech and older Jedi Master to knock it off. He sounded just like a parent about to hand out some punishments.

R2-D2 beeped petulantly at Luke.

"I don't care who started it!" Luke said, his exasperation carrying. "This time or last time-! Ow!"

The great Jedi Master had just smacked Luke in the shin with that stick. Luke hopped on one foot for a few seconds, biting down on what probably would have been some nasty Huttese cursing. Yoda harrumphed again and then lurched back over towards his empty egg bucket.

R2-D2 made a sound that Han had, whether he liked it or not, already come to recognize meant: "I told you so."

"Oh, fuck off," Luke snapped.

Han threw back his head and laughed.

[thearcaneuniversity]

People haven’t gotten dumber this season - the rules have simply changed.

In both seasons 1 and 2, we witness people with intricate motivations and nuanced reactions, shaped by their unique backgrounds. Often, these choices stem from deeply personal places, perspectives that the audience isn’t always privy to.

In season 1, the stakes were absolute: you either played to win everything or walked away with nothing. Except for the brief opportunity to exit after the first game, there was no turning back.

In season 2, however, the dynamic shifts. After each game, players are given a choice - leave with a portion of the winnings divided among the survivors or continue. This open-ended structure fundamentally changes how participants approach the games.

It’s no surprise that such contrasting scenarios would alter people’s outlook and behavior.

In-ho understands this better than anyone. He’s seen it unfold year after year, and his perspective is clear: put people in extreme situations, and their most primal, ruthless selves emerge. This is the lesson he tries to impart to Gi-hun. From In-ho’s experience, people don’t change. Most believe they’re the exception - that they’ll survive while someone else falls. This mindset, while self-serving, is often what carries them through life-or-death situations.

Gi-hun, however, tries to challenge this narrative. He clings to the belief in humanity’s inherent goodness and strives to inspire change in others - a noble but arguably naive endeavor given the circumstances. His core argument holds weight, though: who created the games in the first place? Why do they exist at all?

For In-ho, the why doesn’t matter. The games exist, and that’s the end of it. Gi-hun refuses to accept this fatalistic view and seeks to confront the system itself.

However, this is why Gi-hun is set up to fail now. His naivety, while not inherently wrong, doesn’t account for In-ho’s perspective. He won’t succeed with his current approach because the cancer must be eradicated at its source - a mission he initially seemed prepared for, as we saw in his converation with Jun-ho: killing the Frontman won’t make a difference - it’s the benefactors who must be eliminated.

Yet plans shifted, and he found himself drawn back into the games, forced to play by their rules once more. It’s a fascinating dynamic - one in which In-ho currently holds the upper hand.

[chochuuya]

scenarios with tr boys!

that i hc suit them best.. part 2! (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)

note: there are only four scenarios in here, to read more go to part 1 ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞

characters included: shinichiro, draken, inui, baji, mitsuya, hakkai, kokonoi, kakucho, taiju, ran, kazutora, chifuyu, angry and takuya

imagine that your scooter or motorcycle died just when you’re on the way to s.s motors.

he always manages to turn your luck around, though. the fact that he would go a literal extra mile to come and help you— he’s just that kind of guy.

right now, he’s laughing at your defeat of trying to go further and pushing the vehicle with him.

he flashes a charming grin at you and lets you sit while he pushes. since when is he this strong?

“alright, hang on tight.” he takes off his jacket, playfully tossing at you. “keep that safe for me?”

what an annoying flirt.

SHINICHIRO, draken, inui

two beds.. or does the universe have other plans for you both?

“we’re gonna freeze to death.” he hits the air conditioning unit once more for good measure.

it relentlessly continues to create an artifical north pole into the motel room as he shivers and your teeth chatter.

you both could go home but.. your only transport (his motorcycle) went out of gas and it’s midnight.

he looks down at you, laying in your own bed with the covers pulled up to your chin. he gives you an apologetic look, as if this is all his fault.

“maybe we could conserve body heat?” he suggests. there’s two beds, but maybe one was the better solution.

you quickly nodded as you reach out your arms for him without a second thought. the cold was too much.

he climbs into your bed, his body instantly hugging you tightly, his arms wrapping around your back without hesitation as the blanket drape over your figures.

“n-next ti-time, we should bri-bring extra money when we go out!” you say as you quavered.

“noted.” he chuckled.

BAJI, mitsuya, hakkai

he spends money like water. for you especially.

this is the twentieth gift he has sent, except this time it’s from the man himself.

it had been a week since you two had a fight and you hadn’t spoken to him.

he’s been sending you gifts that you received but didn’t respond to, so this time he decided to come himself.

“can we talk? i want to apologize, okay? i’ve been meaning to all week but, i don’t know how.” he says when you finally open the door.

you take a good look at him, debating with yourself before deciding.

with a defeated sigh, you allowed him to enter your home. “okay, come on in..”

“thank you,” he says, smiling at you.

“now please tell me what i can do to make this right.” he pauses and then asks, “do you want another gift?”

you shake your head. “i don’t want another one, i just want you to be with me.”

his smile widens as he steps closer to you. “and i want to be with you too.”

“i know we’ve had our ups and downs these past few weeks, but i know we can make this work. just give us a chance.”

he gently takes your hand and presses it to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

girl.. you better forgive him, only you can make him this smitten for you.

KOKONOI, KAKUCHO, taiju, ran (more specifically bonten ran.. he gives me sd vibes)

the line in the store was unusually long and your legs are starting to turn to jelly.

when it is finally your turn to pay for your purchases, you were out of it for some reason.

“thank you for waiting, ma’am. i apologize for any inconvenience.”

you had to stare at the cashier for a good few seconds. you rarely come across men looking this good, you thought before snapping out of it.

“huh?”

“sorry for making you wait.” he smiled.

you just nodded, pressing your lips together feeling even more embarrassed now for not hearing him the first time.

KAZUTORA, CHIFUYU, angry, takuya

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

the last one is canon bcs it happened to me in uniqlo.. it’s gonna haunt me for life now (⭑•͈ 𓎟 •͈ ) all likes & reblog are vv much appreciated! ♡♡

[youareatragedy]

I’d bet my firstborn that if it had been Elain, not Nesta, who saved the dumbass couple with that death pact and went on to save both Prythian and Midgard, Elain would be celebrated as a hero by the IC and would only get a slap on the wrist for handing over the mask.

I bet the whole fandom would praise the hell out of Rhys if he saved Nesta’s life and both Prythian and Midgard at the same time, even without consulting anyone and they’d just say, “Oh, he’s his usual self-sacrificing self and so kind, even toward ungrateful Nesta.”

I bet the whole fandom would turn a blind eye and not take it seriously if Feyre were the one handing over the mask to Bryce—even though Nesta didn’t give her permission (it was hers remember??)—and instead, they’d turn on Nesta with nonsense like, “What is Feyre supposed to do? Not save Midgard? They’ll come to Prythian next! Nesta is such a selfish, dumb cunt.”

There is no scenario where any of these three would face the same kind of anger from the IC and fandom that Nesta gets for saving that dumbass couple’s asses and then saving two universes. And you know it’s true because to them, Nesta sacrificing her power to save the selfish couple who think they deserve to be parents is STILL not enough for the fandom and Rhys. Meanwhile, Elain just staying quiet and baking in their mansion’s kitchen is enough for the fandom and the IC.

Nesta should have just pointed her finger at the cult leader, Rhys, and let them all die. I’d rather see Nesta raise Nyx to not be a selfish asshole and become an actual good leader, rather than watch him be taught how to paint, pick crowns, build another mansion, tell a suicidal person to “just do it”, tell a depressed person to “get with the program or go back to a place where she’ll be persecuted” and claim, “I’m actually the most powerful High Lord that ever existed... but only in my elite city. I’m ‘powerless’ to stop female mutilation in other parts of the country or to help oppressed females elsewhere.”

[asmogorna]

Ok so for the last couple days ive been ill in the head about The Black Parade as mcr's alter ego/characters and i wanted to share some thoughts i had so far :3

It doesnt align with the canon lore that we have (i didnt really use it for reference at least) so it can be viewed as some sort of an au

I dont know if im gonna give them new names that just sound similar to the names of mcr themselves, so for now i will be referring to them by the names of the band members

So far I've been thinking about the typical "chosen by fate" scenario, where the characters lives lead them through a path for a specific cause

So

Post WW2 England

5 kids under their own circumstances witness a big parade (I will be doing some research and see if it could be some kind of victory celebration parade? It's just that I'm not sure if England had those. Not that I'm aiming for historical accuracy atp it's simple curiosity)

The kids get heavily impacted by that event and carry on (ha) that memory throughout their life

Now to the specifics of the characters cus by God they all gave me a headache

Heads up: they're all british orphans lol

Frank and Bob are students/residents in a Christian orphan school, and later on in life are priests in the town church

The reason why is that they both have badges on their uniform with crosses that could be associated with christianity

(I couldn't find any info about what exactly certain design details could be referencing, so ig it's up to interpretation)

The military theme in Gerard and Mikey's costumes will be explored on later (Mikey's medal could be either The Victoria Cross or The Distinguished Flying Cross, and the symbol on Gerard's shoulder is most likely the Order Of The Garter star)

And I couldn't figure out what to do w Ray, because I'm not sure if his uniform design details reference anything specific ���🏾🤷🏾🤷🏾

Now, Gerard and Mikey lost their father to war, and their mother passed away when they were both very young

And after that they ended up in the same orphanage as Ray, befriending him and finding out about their shared passion for music

This doodle was made abt that specifically <3

Later on in early adulthood they decide to start a cabaret band, in which Frank and Bob both join them later, deciding to leave their priest lives behind (partially because iirc both of them kinda fanboyed their way into the band irl lol)

After receiving little recognition, the band decides to take a train to America, to try their luck there. With a lot of hope and determination

That, sadly, doesn't last for long, for the train crushes with no survivors on board

The group crawls out of the collapsed train in their no longer physical forms. Yet, even after their death, they still have a desire to move forward. And that desire, though thoughtlessly, forces them to go forward. The souls of all the other people who lost their lives to the train accident follow them, through the landscape that no longer feels like earth

They then reach the end

Walking in one by one people disappear, finding their own peace and meeting their own finish line

After it's done, The Black Parade now have officially made themselves into what they're supposed to be. Gaining a new purpose and a new sort of life

I got too poetic for my own good here I fear .. anyway

Their job now is to lead the lost and the forgotten to the afterlife

They could be referred to as some kind of a grim reaper, I guess

I'm still thinking about adding more to the story, and maybe I will change some things, but so far this is all I can share really !! I hope if you've read this far you found this entertaining .. this is all for the satisfaction of my urges so I might or might not have too much fun w it in the future :3

The story was mainly inspired by this specific post from Gerard himself, because i liked the concept a lot ..

Also

She's gonna be here as a separate character too probably...... Cus I'm self indulgent and I love the ideas bubbling in my brain

[meanbossart]

Here's a few dreams & daydreams people have shared with me, I didn't want to publish them at first because, often, I get things in my inbox that seem more like fun thoughts folks wanna tell me about and not necessarily share, but at this point It has amounted to a collection that deserves an exhibit of its own, I think LOL

(RIP to the one I remember getting where anon was stuck in a car with DU drow in the driver seat. I Can't find that one for the life of me. Though I guess that one belongs in a straight up night-terror compilation instead of this one)

Can I just say, for all of his flaws, DU drow would be so good at being the friend who waits in the doctor's office while you get your tunnels checked.

I think the best part about this one (besides the obvious) Is that at first, I assumed the Greenwood quote was itself a fabrication of your dream. Like, that the whole full face covering and detailed erogenous zones were a part of what made the dream so strange, and not just straight up canonical information... WELL, now I know better!

Anyways, hang on, I gotta doodle something.

This one is so cool and so perfectly in-character for all involved, honestly. I love how despite the potentially-near-death scenario they both just start ragging on each other as soon as things clear, with Astarion going into whinge-mode and DU drow literally doing the "sniff my finger routine" 😩 It's very like them, to want to distract each other from a frightening scenario instead of letting it sit. This one is probably just something that happened at some point.

Thank you all for sharing! I'll be doing a proper ask compilation later today, I apologize that those have been scant. Between all my drawing ideas and everyone's messages I tend to get overwhelmed quickly, but as always I want to make it clear how much I appreciate all of the interest and support in my art and characters!

And feel free to send in more like these as well! I might end up making "fun scenarios that people send me about the boys" its own tag or something.