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danthepillerman · 2 years ago

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Meeting Star Platinum☆

Jotaro x reader ♡

Your first time meeting Starts Platinum wasn't... forgettable to say the least.

Taking time outta your busy day was now a daily thing for you, getting out of classes a bit earlier then the rest to sneak out of school and ditch the rest of the day with jotaro, then after going back to his place for a bit or to yours to study. Either you followed his lead or he followed yours. You both trusted eachother enough to walk aimlessly behind the other. So that how this day started.

Walking out of class a few minutes early then sneaking past the security guard thats way to dedicated to his job was the easiest part about this whole meeting plan you both do. The hardest part being the aftermath of it all, for you at least. Jotaro couldn't care less about what happens in class while he's gone, he did leave for a while 50 days two years ago. He told you snippets about his trip and how he now hates Egypt. You two met two years after you transfered from your old school. Your old school was more chaotic then the one you're at now, leaving that school was easy because there was no body who would've cared.

Being the quiet smart kid people would pick on for fun was tough but at least you now have a chunk of muscle as your closest friend. Hating the fact you ditch classes just to spend time with him was unusual and made you want to itch at your skin till it all was gone, but you didn't mind either. You enjoyed any moment with him. Still sucks you won't know some things on the test next week but heyyyy who cares right? Making your way to the gate you both meet at you see a tall figure, and smoke coming from it's mouth. Jotaro. He turned his head and looked at you dead in the eyes, your body shivered anytime he just stared at you. "Hey Jotaro" you spoke out softly, getting closer to him. He looked down at you and took his cigarette out his mouth smushing it onto the wall behind him then flicking it into the trash can next to him "hey."

It was hard to read what this man was thinking, looking into his eyes for a bit to see what he's feeling, you gained this habit as a kid. Looking at someone's eyes can say a lot or very little. For jotaro...it was very little to understand what he felt or what he was thinking. "Follow." His tone was strict and demanding as most times he'd ask you to follow him, he walked fast because his legs were longer than yours but hed take smaller steps so you can walk either behind him or right next to him. Rambling about something that came to mind or your childhood favorites wasnt rare, you thought he didn't listen to you but he pays very close attention to whatever you say to him.

His heart was racing with what he was going to tell you, although most people think seeing stands for non-stand users is impossible it really isn't, the SWF found a way to show non-users stands. Which is how some of the workers have seen stands. Just so happens Mr joestar was giving a pair of the special goggles they use and gave them to jotaro, they are more like dad shades then goggles but they still call them goggles anyway. When jotaro found out about them he was over the moon, may not have shown it but he was, he's been wanting to show you star platinum so you didn't think he was crazy when he talked about it.

"so tell me, where you takin me today?" His train of thought was interrupted by your voice. "some random ass waterfall I found back at the park we went to last week. I went over there a little after we did and started searching the forest next to it, found a pretty sick waterfall." He pulled hit hat down and turned away. It wasn't just the waterfall he wanted to show you, obviously, but it wasn't star platinum either. What he really wanted outta all of this is to the see look on your face when he shows waterfall. He can picture it now, your face lighting up with joy, your eyes sparkling as the water does, your smile bigger then ever, a slight hint of blush of your face.

"here grab my hand this part is tricky" He said putting his hand out to you as you both tried getting over some rocks, in doing so getting close to the waterfall and whatever he wanted to show and tell you. The sky clear of clouds and the wind blowing just soft enough to tickle exposed skin. You can't help but feel as if you're about to be proposed to or confessed to, look at it from a side point; nerdy-ish girl and the delinquent boy go to a waterfall after ditching classes, are BEST FRIENDS and the day is beautiful. That's my story animation right there if I haven't seen it. You knew it wasn't the case though, jotaro never showed any signs of having romantic feelings for you, hurt to admit but you can't live in denial for long.

"alright we're here." He said pulling you onto the concrete. Just as he imagined your face light up light a torch. The waterfall had ingrown plants everywhere, there wasn't any graffiti on it and it looked old, it had beautiful flowers growing from the cracks and vines all around. "wow.." your smile was so big it was starting to hurt a little but you couldn't stop now. Why should you when you're this happy? Jotaro loved seeing you like this. A subtile smile tugging at his lips couldn't be help. He wanted to say how he felt so bad, he wanted to tell you that he loved you, he wanted to scream it from the top of his lungs how me wanted to marry you one day, he wanted to kiss you and laugh with you. His heart aches for you but he had to hold back just a bit longer, first you meet star then maybe if he still has the balls he'll tell you how he feels.

Time went by as you two sat down and just talked for a bit, the subject finally came up. Stands. "So tell me about your star platinum, how does he look? How strong is he? Is he nice or mean???" You bombarded him with questions. "How about I just show you him?" He ask you, rising a brow and turn your head in confusion as to how, as if he read your mind he pulled out some goggles and handed you them. "with these you'll be able to see stands, the people from the speed wagon foundation use them cause some aren't stand users so they invented tech to help them out with us" you put them on and smiled up at him. "Do I look good?" You winked at did finger guns "no you look awful" he chuckled lightly.

"alright. I'ma bring him out 'kay?" He spoke softer then usual. Nodding your head quickly excited to see his stand for the first time. You saw a purple figure slowly rise from jotaro's body, and them as if nothing it was there. There he was for the first time ever for you, Star Platinum. His hair defined the laws of gravity and floated in the air, his skin was purple with a few lines of gold that flowed in squiggles. He wore shoulder pads that looked his armor and a head band type thing his his hair, he was stunning. "holy fuck." Was all you could say. Jotaro chuckled at your response. "He's also pretty strong" before your could say a word you were in star platinums arms, he through you up and cought you like nothing. A mix of screams and laughs escaped you as this happened, jotaro over joyed with how you took it.

Star platinum set you down and retreated back into jotaro's body, "your goggles back good sir" you said handing them back as if you were some sort of knight to the king. "Why thank you my loyal knight" it was rare that he went along with your sarcasm or little things like this, but you loved it when he did. A smile still on both your faces, you semi out of breath, him with a flushed face it was nice to just be here with him like this.

It felt like time slowed as the two of you stood together, he looked at you with soft caring eyes and a warm but small smile. You looked at him with the kid of look only explained like a lover who's finally gotten to see the love of their life after years of not getting to. He wanted to blurt out he loved you, and so did you. It's like you two spoke to eachother without saying a thing. You knew after all this time of not knowing how he felt about you, you knew he loved you. Both of you feeling the connection and spark lighting up with every last once if your beings. He wanted to say I love you so bad but it was to soon, way to soon. So he smiled a little more and rested his hand on top of your head, he didn't want you so see him so this was second best. He would've pulled down his hat but that's to obvious.

"Y/n, I feel like it's pretty clear what I'm..." He stopped to rephrase himself. He hated words at this moment in time. "Y/n, would you like to go on some sort of date with me?" He could feel your body heat up just with his hand on your head. "yea..why not" he knew you wanted to scream yes but he's taking what he's getting. No complaints.

He removed his hand from your head and looked at you for a few seconds. "Let's go back to my place, it's a Friday so if you want you can stay the night or something. Maybe Saturday or Sunday we can do that date thing" he grabbed your hand gently and walked off. "Already holding my hand aye??" You said with a teasing tone "I'm just trying to help you get across don't get the wrong idea." You laughed lightly and started talking about some field trip you went to when you were a kid and how you hated your 6th and 8th grade teacher. He didn't say a single thing once to stop your rant.

#jjba jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro x y/n #jotaro is down bad #waterfall

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coldresolve · 8 months ago

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rambling

i think there's a dunning kruger effect sorta thing happening with a lot of people in circles like the one ive cultivated here, but specifically relating to the characteristic of "being fucked up" as opposed to competence

it sucks because, yknow, i really feel at home with other fucked up people. there's a mutual understanding there that neither of us are holy, so you don't judge me, and i don't judge you. there are no taboos, there is no moral indignation, you don't have to censor your thoughts, there's a solid understanding of the difference between thought and action, neither of you are your past, etc. it's genuinely freeing not having to deal with the usual social rules that get you shunned for being a weirdo lol

and then hardcore george walks in and signals desperately with every fiber of his person that he, too, is fucked up. so you sort of take him at his word, because you have no reason not to - but oh snap, you're being lured into a false sense of security. because the moment you say anything remotely out of the ordinary, or behave in a way that's slightly eccentric, hardcore george starts blurting the same moral indignation you'd expect from a nun, and immediately decides you're too degenerate and probably dangerous. so you ask him in what way he is fucked up, and he says he eats cereal with water instead of milk. and while that is atypical, it's not exactly the sort of lifestyle that recontextualizes your view of what counts as "extreme" or "out there" - he just dipped his toes lightly into something unusual, and now thinks he's a maverick. this is hyperbole, but i hope you get what i mean. it's dunning kruger for being fucked up, right

a lot of people who market themselves as hardcore and fucked up are, to put it very bluntly, very average people, who despite their constant show of apathy will treat outcasts with the same disgust shown by everybody else - while somehow having convinced themselves, in their tiny little noodle brains, that they themselves are the outcasts. and i know it's not a competition, it's not a race to be the most fucked up or whatever, that's not the point. i'm just being pissy about how "being fucked up" has somehow been aesthetisized to the point where two thirds of the people you think are gonna be cool about stuff thats a bit out there, are not actually cool about it whatsoever

#its hard to talk about this without writing something that can be interpreted as like. edgelord pick me lmfao #i hope you get my point ig. its not like i can convince anybody to be charitable if they dont want to be #im just tired of people who act like something theyre clearly not #other #was gonna post on warm but ehh its more relevant here cause yknow. cough

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voidwritesstuff · 4 months ago

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The Stars have names.

(Part 1) A/N: this is a proof of concept for an original series of mine.Originally it was going to be a youtube series, but after writing this im not sure if thats the format i want to go with. Anyway,ill post this here and be done with breaking the immersion (if everything goes well, I'll post the other parts) Cw:abusive household, abusive parents, cults,body horror,religious imagery and pregnancy imagery.

>reblogs appreciated and encouraged.

I don't know if posting this here is a good idea, but I've realized I'm only putting people in more danger if I keep this to myself. My name isn't important,I know I’ll join them eventually, and by then I will have lost my sense of self. But let's get the main bits of information on the table. I’ve known my friend Orion for most of my life, he is originally from the town of Cometa, to this day he’s never told me where this town is,but I get the feeling I'll find out soon enough.

That should've been the first red flag. One I never recognized until recently.

The second red flag was a little more subtle. He's always been enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge of space,it was his special interest and I always listened because I wanted to be a good friend. It was the way he spoke about it though,there was a casual, almost personal tone to the way he talked about stars, but especially about the planets.

“I know you’ll think it's silly, but they have real names. Not the ones we gave them, Venus,mars,saturn…It's hard to explain,My mom’s better at it but she isn't allowed to talk about it”

When I asked why she wasn't allowed to talk about it, Orion would shrug and say it was “grown up stuff” and he stopped mentioning it as we grew older.I didn't notice it when we were teenagers, I thought he had “grown out” of it somehow.

How wrong i was. How so very wrong I was.

I was supposed to go to Cometa town next summer, Orion was spending the holidays with me and my family, and before he left he had given me one of many manuscripts from the church his town has. I told him I wasn't interested in religion,but he begged me to read them, and I wanted to be a good friend- He's heard me ramble about every single character I found hot many times throughout our friendship,so I figured I could give in and read it.

After all, it's just religious text, isn't it? I remember sitting down one morning,we were snowed in and the sky was dark- I’ve never seen clouds so thick… And yet somehow one single ray of sunlight spilt into my room. It was unusually warm when I extended my hand towards it, and just as I was about to begin reading the lights went out.

Didn't think too much of it, it snowed like crazy, so there I went to sit on the sunny spot in my room for some proper light. The shadows seemed so much darker then, but I just took it as my eyes getting used to the ridiculous amount of light I was being exposed to.

Isn't it crazy how much we deny odd things that happen to us? The text started as any religious text often does,with a long shpeel of poetic words, but then it turned into a journal. There are no dates, so god only knows when this happened-But it does seem quite modern for…Well you’ll see. I’ve also gone and added numbers to each part, it was hard when I first read it- and hey if you're going to go down a spiral of madness then at least I'll leave some road signs,I'm on my way out anyway. Consider this red flag number three, and your one and only warning to stop.

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Church of Santa Madre de Luz Divina

Tale of Mother Sun.

The stars have names

Not ones that mortals can utter.

Not in any language that you may speak or invent.

For these gods,us your makers, speak in tongues of divine creation,

destruction, light and darkness, that which lies beyond your minds

Broken from the ties of the planets that birthed us.

You behold my light,the one of your mother.

Of the supernova that gave birth to humans.And may the Harvester, though forgotten in time,

come to reap your souls.

Only then shall you know the names of your gods.

It may not look like it

But we have a plan for you.

[Entry 1] I had that dream again. I was floating in darkness for hours,days,millenia…There was nothing around me- I knew there wasn't anything for miles and miles. And then…light. Blinding light,searing heat that oddly enough didn't hurt my skin.

I could only see things zooming past me, I could feel eons going by in the blink of an eye.

The darkness wasn't empty anymore,there were thousands upon thousands of little lights.I realized then, i was in space. But I didn't feel cold, I didn't lack oxygen.

In a way, i breathed with the universe. I could feel the pulse of supernovas, of black holes eating and eating the darkness and turning it into,or taking it into, something I couldn't comprehend or fathom to.

Frozen in time, I couldn't move back or forth, to and fro, I simply floated and watched the existence around me begin to circle me.

Yet it wasnt me,not me specifically. I turned to look behind me, because before me there was nothing- Like a sunflower bending to the light above.

And i woke up.

The therapist said moving would help,that Cometa Town was perfect for someone like me. I want to trust Dawn’s word, she lived there most of her life before moving to Argentina. I guess she outgrew that town,i can relate to that

Dawn had also said that these dreams meant that I was too stressed, feeling like the world was coming undone around me. And she wasn't wrong, after that fight with my dad i couldn't stand being around him. Piece of shit.I don't understand why my mom still thinks I should make up with him. I don't understand how she can still forgive him even after everything, he threw eggs at our door,he had threatened to beat up his parents,my grandparents, and back when they were still together he would argue with her until she couldn't stomach it anymore and puke.

I don't want to end up like her, compelled to forgive and live beside someone who has sucked away all life from me just because I seek acceptance.

Mom promised that Cometa town is nice,and i trust her word,or i try to- But i know she wouldn't’ve moved so far away,countries away, if this town did not speak spanish,she never puts in the effort to do something difficult.

Lord knows there are days where she makes me feel like a burden,every time i talk to her it feels like she’s ignoring me. All the praise I get usually are just one worded responses,an adjective she throws at me without looking up from her phone…

And as much as I try to hate her,I can't. In a way she’s still my mother, I spent months in her stomach,growing. It makes me wonder if I had not been born a month before I was supposed to,would she pay attention to me? Of course it’s a silly claim,but almost after twenty years of being left aside, I’m starting to grasp at straws.

I guess Dawn was right,I need to get some fresh air-I doubt i’ll get a break anyway, i still don't have enough money to move away. Still, here I go. Goodbye Argentina,Hello Cometa.

[Entry 2]

I fell asleep on the plane,no dreams, only peaceful rest… But I have to admit that it felt odd,like a part of me was missing. I felt so cold when I woke up,I usually feel cozy. Maybe it's just the AC of the plane…

Either way,I called dibs on the seat next to the window. I can see the clouds. It gives me vertigo, but in a fun way-Like I could be flying through the clouds like i was the sun… That image gave me peace, hope. It makes me excited to get to my new home,hang up all my posters and paraphernalia.

I may even find a group of people to play D&D with on the weekends…

Maybe this extreme move is going to help.

[Entry 3] Cometa town is so pretty, gardens and gardens of flowers,there are parks with weekly fairs! It's good to know mom will have a place to sell her clothes, and I won't go hungry. I understand now why the therapist recommended this place- Aside from having a university of arts (with a career in film, How lucky!) And it has a cool name too: “Cosmos University of the Arts”.

i will miss Dawn though- maybe i can find a replacement here? I don't know if it'll be the same…fingers crossed? Oh! and The sunset here was just as beautiful too, i can actually see the stars here. I begged my mom to eat dinner outside by the sunflower garden we have and she accepted. No TV,no background sound,just me and her…it's nice.

It would be nicer if she didn't call me by my deadname,though. I’ve told her plenty of times I go by Nova now, but hey- she still doesn't believe im bi,let alone accept I change my pronouns often, so maybe i'm just asking her for the wrong things.

But a new home,a new place, the same old sky… Maybe I should keep that in mind instead.

[Entry 4] Well, the dream came back.

But it's longer now, different.

I saw that same darkness, that same explosion of light, but now when I turned I saw the sun (I expected it,it's the only thing that made sense). I expected the light to burn my eyes, but it didn't. Dream logic? I don't know.

Aside from actually being able to see what's behind me,I noticed something there, growing. Like a seed, looking for something,writhing. The sun was only a shell for whatever was growing in there. Yknow what it reminded me of? A baby, growing in the womb of her mother,kicking and feeling out the warm home she finds herself in. There was no better place for her, I was sure of it, I could almost picture what she looked like.

Body made of divine light, elegant hands that have the opportunity to create,to destroy, I dare say even…artistic. The art of bringing beautiful things to life, the willpower to destroy the imperfections,the mistakes, even if it means throwing out a whole art piece and start from scratch

She's adorned with pure gold that glimmers like endless stars, clothes made of the softest fabrics the world could offer.

Yet..i couldn't see her face, it was either hidden from view or just consuming my whole range of sight.

massive, she was massive, and i was about the size of a vein.

I saw her,whatever she was, take me in her hands and lay me to rest on her chest. I beat her heartbeat, I ate of her blood…it gave me such a rush. I felt..unstoppable, I felt myself breaking out of the shell I forced myself into just so I wouldn't get into trouble,that I would not be hit with my mother’s glare of disappointment that I don't fit her standards for “Being born a woman”.

When I woke up I felt…dizzy, I felt something churning in my stomach,my forehead felt too warm and it throbbed in a way that made me light headed,the sunlight that was falling on my face had this sparkle to it.

Mom came over to ask me if I was alright,it was probably around mid-day when I woke up,which meant that lunch would be done soon and that she was waiting for me. I told her I felt ill and I wondered what had I eaten the night before for me to feel like my body was organizing a mutiny against me. And then I turned to my nightstand, saw my sketchbook opened and stained with chocolate from the wrapper I had tossed on it carelessly the night before.

. . . I need to stop eating sweets before going to bed.

[entry 5]

The dream’s been on my mind as of late, so I've tried to push it to the side by signing up for Cometa town’s university. I thought the bureaucracy was going to be endless,thankfully it wasn't- It was quite easy honestly, just asked for my personal data like name,birth date, ID and the like, it even had a “Preferred name” box i could fill up- It made me happy to know i wouldn't have to use my deadname.

Aside from that I've tried to distract myself by walking around the town, it has a very low crime rate so my mom’s not worried about letting me wander off. It's a nice change from the constant fear of being robbed i had back in Argentina, doesn't mean I don't miss my home though. I miss it terribly,but there's not much I can do but to wait for winter break to visit them again (well,it's winter break for the town- back home it's a ripe,ripe summer. I'll be cooking my ass off while the town lives it up in the snow,lucky)

But back to the walk i took, i wrote down a few places i’d like to visit next time The mall (obviously, it has a bunch of stores,fast food restaurants and even an observatory- I’d say it's a weird addition to the mall but i don't complain, i really like seeing the stars), Also the parks it has to offer, the town center and the one thing that caught my attention the most was this church- I wouldn't know the exact architecture style, but its grand,well decorated and so,so tall and old. I think I saw a telescope peeking out from one of the windows in the main tower.

Hopefully I can visit it soon? Maybe tomorrow will be fun.

[entry 6] After lunch I went to the church, the place was mostly empty (i figured, i mean i did go right after i finished eating lunch) and honestly it made it all the more personal. Hell,even the priest wasn't there roaming around and doing whatever priests do.

But I did meet someone there, they had male features, a chiseled face, olive eyes and pretty reddish brown skin. They were dressed in goth clothes (and fashionably so) so it didn't surprise me to see them at the church.

And in my ogling I noticed their jacket was packed full of patches, I could see the one on the right side of his arm, it read “Still a planet” With an embroidered image of Pluto. I couldn't help but snicker at it They introduced themself as Callum,they looked at me like I was some sort of long lost friend and asked me if I was new around town. I told them that I was and that I had moved in just a few days ago. I could notice the slight hispanic accent in their voice and I asked them if they spoke any Spanish, they said yes and we got to talking in my mother tongue.

It made me happy to know they liked my vest, I couldn't help but think that a punk and a goth went hand in hand. Both appeal to the darker side of the world, for them it was the macabre,the things that go bump in the night. And for me, it was all about how the system was always against you,how the world seems to orchestrate in a way that no matter what you do, you’ll always be on the wrong side of things. Damned if you do,damned if you don’t.

Callum was fun to talk to,I appreciated that since I haven't been able to meet my neighbors yet. I mean I just got here,but I wish I had someone else to talk to that isn’t my mom or includes me sending a text to my friends back in Argentina.

Here's one of the conversations I had with my new “Acquaintance” (translated from english to spanish to keep my privacy. wouldn't be surprised if i left it open some day and my mom reads it out of curiosity):

“So..Why visit the church of all places?” they had asked me as we entered the large cathedral

“Well just getting to see the town really, but i saw it and i knew i had to enter and at least take a peek- I like making art, and i was hoping to draw some of the things around the place” “You make art? that's cool” They smiled with this child-like excitement “I make murals, i go to the university here” “Dude no way,I signed up for the studies in film career!”

“Then we’ll see each other more often, that's good” We introduced each other properly then, they told me about their family and I told them why i moved away- I skipped a few details because i couldn't exactly just drop the fact that i had to move because my father was a manipulative piece of shit.

When we got to the altar section, I hadn't noticed until then that the Vitraux behind the pedestal were not of God or Jesus, instead they were of these massive beings of cosmic light.

And right in front of me was her.

Being of divine light, hands extended towards me, holding the world in their palms, her face got lost in the bright burst of light portrayed on the glass. Shades of red,orange and yellow spilled across my face and in my half blinded state I could swear I saw bright eyes staring back at me. It made me jump back out of reflex, i blinked the light away and turned to see if Callum had seen me embarrass myself like that-

But they weren't.

They were staring at another vitraux, a being of pure darkness and ice, candles of blue flame serving as shoulder pieces with their melted wax with gold jewelry over its shroud. And in the center of their chest,like a ribcage, stood the alchemical symbol for Pluto. Underneath it was a simple plaque that read “The Harvester” It gave me the idea to see the plaque beside it, “Father moon”. Above it stood a vitraux of a male figure with a shawl of stars, a crown of night and time on his bursting face of moonlight. He was holding his hands close to his chest where the alchemical symbol for the moon stood carved in pale gray as he grasped an old sun clock.

Out of curiosity I looked back at the one in front of me, I could still see The Harvester and Father Moon in the corner of my left eye. The plaque underneath the divine lady of sunlight read “Mother Sun”

“You’ve seen ‘em too?” Callum asked out of nowhere, I jumped from my spot as if I was broken from a trance. They looked at me with what seemed like fear and utter dread.

“Excuse you?” They pointed at the vitraux i was looking at “Her,You've seen her” With how they looked at me, i knew lying wouldn't do me any good “Yeah” I Had replied with a slight tremble in my voice “I have” My eyes couldn't meet theirs, I was too ashamed and startled. In my avoidance I noticed that Callum’s jacket had an embroidered patch of Mictecacihuatl, the lady of the dead in Aztec mythology.

“How?” they asked,sounding adamant that they get an answer.

“dreams, you?” something in me pushed me to answer,even if i felt like their question was a little too weird and out of pocket “same”

I blinked at the sordid nature of it. How could I dream of something that I have never seen before? But before I could question that bitch of an existential crisis,We heard shuffling steps from behind us, we turned to see a priest- Old,old man with a wrinkled face, dark black eyes that gleamed with..satisfaction? “May I help you with something?” The old man asked, His voice raspy and with a warmth that felt too unnatural- Like he's trying to overcompensate. I raised my brows in surprise,his voice sounding so familiar, like I heard it in a distant dream.

“No” Callum sounded harsh, they took my bicep and began tugging me along out of the Church,but before they left my sight i read the two other plaques beside Mother sun: “Sister star” and “The Oracle” They didn't speak a word until we were well away from the church, they sat me down at a bench and looked at me like somebody had died.

“I thought there was enough of us already” They whispered, afraid that the trees would grow ears and listen “What?” “There's 3 more others just like you, like us.-Probably more” “Callum, you're not making any sense” “Listen to me,Nova. The stars have names”[entry 7] I came back home late after that, Callum insisted on walking me home and we did so in silence. It felt uncomfortable, like the lack of literally any spoken word was digging under my skin and getting into my bone marrow,expanding it uncomfortably.

Before our weird ass conversation,I actually got along with Callum, like i’ve known them all my life or even well before that…It was odd but..comforting.They’re the first friend i've made since moving here.

They bid me goodbye with a kiss on the cheek, I didn't think too much of it since it's a common way to greet each other back in Argentina- Us latinos are a mixed bag of customs after all.

As soon as I stepped in, My mom was up in arms about where I had been. She was cooking as she yelled at me for being out so late, I told her she needed to calm down and I reminded her about how Cometa town had almost no crime rate.

She glared at me and told me i was just as irresponsible as my father, it made me so angry, it scorched me that she would compare me to my dad, only to turn around and tell me i should make peace with him- She still somehow believed that it was my fault that i fought with him, and not that he looked at me in the eye and said “You're the worst daughter a father could ask for”. It was a petty argument, i don't remember what we were fighting about anymore, In that moment,rage blinded me and I just wanted her to hurt, and before I could wallow my rage,she yelped and jumped away from the oven.She had burnt herself with the flame of the stove.

After that i went to my room, i was so mad and so,so tired. I am exhausted from having to dance on the edge of being a golden child and a scapegoat martyr. I would never be enough for her, and that was starting to dawn on me.

I get that she was worried,that she feared something happened to me- But there are better ways to say so. It makes me sad she never seems to treat me like an actual human.

[Entry 8] I fell asleep as soon as I went to bed.I had consciously forgotten about Callum’s explanation, but a part of me didn't.

As i drifted endlessly on the edge of sleep, i remembered everything my new “Friend” had told me

“ Listen to me,Nova. The stars have names. Not the ones we gave them,Venus,Saturn,pluto. None of that bullshit. They are gods, born from the planets we know, they're only shells of shattered womb,they have no life in them.” “But there's life on earth” I had said “Because they needed a place for their servants to live. Thats us” “And why should I trust your words?” Callum seemed a little amused at my flabbergasted expression

They scoffed before continuing to talk “The whole town is in on it. They are a cult,im sure of it” “How do you even know this stuff?” “I moved here three years ago, my family and I had been practically chased off from our home in Mexico. The bosses of my parents had fired them, I suddenly became the worst student in my school and got kicked out. My buddy Byeol and Archie had been offered a scholarship to the university of this town- This very public university. A scholarship.” they made a pause to steady themself, it felt like they were just word vomiting right now. “Did nothing weird happen to you before you came here?” They continued with a slight anger to them, not directed at me but at whatever was supposedly tugging the strings of this weird cultish plot. “Nothing that feels too much like a coincidence?” I remembered how Dawn had been raised here, how she said the homes here were really cheap,especially to immigrants.Something about a benefit from the state. At the time I doubted it, this country is as capitalist as it gets-Not to mention its clear distaste for non natives. But then we checked and it was an actual thing,so I didn't think too much of it since I just figured my biases had gotten the better of me.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“I know this because I saw it. In my dreams” They raised a finger before I could manage to retort “Let me ask you this, have you heard of any of the gods we saw at the church?” “No,but it could be a niche religion” “Okay then,what about your dreams?” Truth is I was ready to jump on the conspiracy bandwagon,Too soon? maybe. But my mind was looking for a reason to doubt all these good things in my life, a part of me wouldn’t let me accept the nice things that came to me. There is a reason I go to therapy after all.

“see?” Callum added,taking my silence as the answer they needed. “Why would you tell me this?” “Because you're the missing piece. I told you there’s more of us, my friends all had dreams with the gods we saw back there”They answered “I could see you were staring at Mother Sun, so that must be who you see in your dreams, am i mistaken?”I shook my head. “I don't know what they're planning”they continued,sure there was something else unraveling, “i don't know why they want us but it can't be good. This town is too perfect, it makes me sick. Nothing good can come from this,i can just feel it”

I sat there in silence and looked at the floor. I didn't know if I could believe them.A cult? really? And why was I the missing piece? “Then why don’t you leave” “We have nowhere to go, all the times I’ve tried to convince my family to get out something big like a promotion would happen and suddenly my word wasn’t enough”

My heart sank to my feet. ‘No matter what you do, the game is always rigged ’ I thought. “And you haven’t told them about all this?” “I did, but they say that it’s just a product of how our leave from Mexico unfolded”

They say that when you wear rose colored glasses,all red flags are just..flags. Me included, I felt like their whole speech just now was the ramblings of a madman. But they had just enough credibility to them that it made it hard for me to fully reject it.

I sat there in silence for a while,processing everything I had been told. I don’t know if Callum was staring at me,I completely zoned out for a few good minutes. All I could see was that goddess,I could feel her tugging at me somehow,she was eager. A sigh made me snap out of my thoughts, I looked up to see my companion’s face and for a moment I swear they looked incredibly gaunt “Sorry,I know it's a lot to dump on you” they had said with a soft voice and a meek look in their eyes.

“thats the understatement of the fucking century” They scoffed and offered to walk me home as compensation for the wild ride. They also gave me their phone number just in case.

And truth be told I was ready to leave it all behind and make a mental note to never talk to Callum again.

But then I had to fall asleep.

I found myself in the dark expanse again, I knew the drill of creation and destruction, worlds coming and going,and when I stood before the planets spinning around me, I started to notice something. Each planet had a massive crack in the middle, they were creaking and groaning with pain. I could hear their labored breathing as whatever was crawling out of them began to split their shells apart. Like tearing open the placenta that held them. The celestial bodies that house them scream in pain and agony, a horrible choir of death as beings of immense scale rise before me.That same man made of moonlight and time rose from the smallest natural satellite, he was the first one…

I saw him and the sun behind me dance in eternal bliss, with each step I could feel the ripples of space bending, breaking what remained of the planets that only followed the orbit of the giant,divine woman. Though I could never see their faces, there was no face to see.

Or perhaps I was afraid of what I would behold if I stared at the sun for too long.

Mother Sun looked down upon me and I turned away. I could feel her burn a hole through my skull, only stopping when Venus splits open with a screeching choir,birthing a woman with the face of pure starlight, grand insectoid wings that flutter curiously. Then Neptune cracks open with a tidal wave, allowing a large female figure to slither out of it. She had past and future in her eyes- were those her eyes? her face was a gossamer shine that reflected fractals and fractals of what could be or had been.

And long forgotten in time, Pluto is the last one to be born. Cold in the endless vacuum, creaking of bone against bone, feeding from the corpse of his mother, A shrouded figure stood impossibly tall, curling into itself.

More were missing, I Knew that-She knew that.

But I couldn't see the other planets from just how bright she shone in the black void.

Unwilling to look at her, I tried my best to fight her. I wouldn't let her burn my eyes, I don't want to face whatever turned its wretched gaze upon me. I would rather be disintegrated into ash, because when she forced my head to snap to her, using her massive hand to twist me like a doll, I saw my face in her shine.

I woke up screaming,tears falling down my cheeks before I managed to be conscious enough to let them flow. [Entry 9] My mom ran into my room,asking me if I was okay. I told her I had a nightmare, and that I'd be fine. I never talked about my dreams,so she wasn't surprised I didn't want to talk about it. She hung out with me in the kitchen as I made myself some tea. I didn't have the strength to look at her bandaged arm,did I cause that? When she saw me a lot calmer, she returned to sleep. And I decided I had to talk with Callum about all this.

Before I knew it, I was sneaking out of the house and embarking on a midnight adventure with a person I just met, to talk about eldritch beings and horrors. Life really is the gift that keeps on giving.

They took me to a restaurant. “Nebula Dinner”,read the perfect, 50s style neon sign. By this point it's like the town wasn't even bothering to hide it…

“So..”They began once we sat down in the booth placed on one of the corners of the establishment “Do you believe me now?” I snarled at how smug they sounded “Yes” “Good,because it's only going to get worse”

“jeez, how sunny” They shrugged and put their forearms on the table,leaning in a little and using them as support “Tell me about the dream”. And tell them I did, I spared no detail, and it felt oddly nice to be able to share this with somebody other than my therapist. They listened attentively and even went so far as to hold my hand when I began tearing up again. “..why? why us?” I had asked with what little voice I had in me.

“Your guess is as good as mine”They replied, trying to sound nonchalant about it,but I could tell that in a sense, this was like reliving his own trauma. “Look, My dreams started a few months before I moved to Cometa, same with Archie,Byeol and Sammira. Tell me if that's not a cosmic coincidence” I flinched at the word “cosmic” and they apologized.

To my credit, I did try to process everything I had heard. And I failed miserably at it. My brain ran itself in circles trying to reconcile with the idea that gods existed, and that for some damn reason I was suddenly chosen by one of them.

I still couldn't shake off that feeling, like i was breathing alongside somebody, my head buzzed and i still felt like my brain felt like it was being pushed into two different directions. The images are so clear even when it had been just a few hours since I woke up.

A sigh left me as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes,I could have used some more rest-But the thought of having to face that thing again terrified me. “I like god do not play with dice” I quoted, hoping that one of my many vocal stims cheered me up. “And i do not believe in coincidence” They had finished, smiling at me “V for Vendetta”

“You know it?It's a bit old” “I have the compilation of the whole series back in my house,” They answered, clearly enthusiastic about it. “Hey,let me get you something to eat, my treat- We shouldn't be thinking about this without food in our stomachs” “It's like two am” They shrugged and said “Early breakfast,i guess” And I couldn't help myself and said “What about second breakfast?”“I don't think he knows about second breakfast,Pippin '' They answered without missing a beat, accent and all. Suddenly all the tension in the air dissipated as we both laughed,I shook my head at the absurdity of it all, and I gladly accepted the offer of food.

Even though I knew there were a lot more things we needed to discuss, I let it pass by. I needed to feel normal again for a few minutes, and I wouldn't deny this moment.

Callum waved over one of the late night staff, Her name was Solana and she was Callum's older sister. They introduced me to her and we both ordered something to eat after she handed us the menu.

We spent the night talking about comics,movies and games. It felt nice to be a normal twenty something again.

[entry 10] Callum had spent the night at my house, they promised they would sneak off in the morning. It was sunday so my mom would leave to work at the fairs in one of the parks. They said they knew how hard it was to deal with these nightmares, and they wanted to keep me company through it all.

If I had not experienced the worst nightmare of my life, I would've said no. But I didn't want to spend this night alone, I didn't feel safe being on my own. I feel like these dreams will eat me whole, and I can begin to feel something crawling inside my chest already.

When i woke up Callum was gone as they said they would, they had left me a text saying we could hang out later or grab lunch. My home didn't feel safe anymore,it felt like the sunlight was so bright it was eating away all the color,all the life my house had.I accepted their offer in a heartbeat, at least walking through the town I could forget and ignore the shifting shadows out of the corners of my eyes, and how uncomfortably familiar the sunlight felt on my skin, like it was trying to embrace the deepest part of me and for that it needed to tear and carve through my skin,my muscles and straight past my bones.

My new friend wasn't faring any better, they felt incredibly cold to the touch, they avoided being in the shade for too long and they had ripped off their patch about Pluto and we did not talk about our dreams,or what this “cult” might be up to. And it wasn't even out of worry that we could be eavesdropped upon. It was pure,sheer fear of what it would mean if just like the planets, something was growing inside of us.

There was a pull underneath my skin, i could feel it writhe under my intestines,slithering and weaving itself through the pores of my sternum…And as much as i tried to push it away, it would only fade when during our walk we came across a second church,identical to the one we had seen on saturday. “Another one?” I asked confused

Callum nodded“To the other minor gods,Madame Jupiter,Sir Kaos,Professor Mercury and Saint Saturn”

“Those are weird ass names” I tried to joke,relieved that i suddenly felt like myself again “I didn't choose them” He chided “But yes,weird” “I'm kind of curious to see the inside” “That's how horror movies start. We’re latinos,we’re supposed to know better” They joked with a slight smirk

“Well i have some white in me,my grandma’s italian, I can be a bit stupid,as a treat” “If you die in there i'm not retrieving your body” “mean”

Making fun of it did help to ease the tension that had been growing like a weed inside of me.It felt like me and Callum had known each other our whole lives, that there was no need to put our words through a filter. I was going to tug them along to see the interior, but we saw one of the nuns come out from the church, she was looking down at the ground,minding her step. Then she looked at us for a few,long seconds and smiled wide. She raised her hand to wave at us, and we looked at eachother and promptly walked away.

What disturbed me the most is that i felt like i knew her,I knew the sound of her voice even when i have never heard her speak. Just like the old priest I saw at the other cathedral. I felt like i had heard her call my name, which one i didn't know, it made me dizzy trying to figure it out and i was already dealing with feeling watched- Callum kept glancing back and i knew then i wasn't the only one that felt like that

Honestly,If i had not dreamt what i did,i would have chalked it up to paranoia…

But then I looked up straight at the sun. I expected the shine to burn my eyes,but it didn't. I had hoped I'd blind myself for a split second just to confirm something that wasn’t clawing at me at that moment.

Dread settled,my chest felt tight and I felt like the gold light that spilled across this world cupped my face and forced me to face its creator.

The sun was staring right back at me, beckoning me closer.

[entry 11] I woke up a few seconds after,I felt something cold against my back, hard like wood and somebody holding me. Slowly I blinked my eyes open and met the face of Callum, they looked concerned,sweaty, and I could see past them a gray ceiling of carved rock and stained glass.

“How are you?” They had asked,voice shaking.

“Im,..okay? what's up with you?” Before they replied, I heard a raspy, gravelly voice say “Ah,so good to see you're okay” The unnatural welcoming in this male voice made my bones uncomfortable, I felt them pushing against my joints trying to escape. I wanted to peel each strand of my muscles only to distract myself from it.

There stands the priest we saw at the church with the vitraux of the main gods of this cursed pantheon, he opens his arms and says “Our Mother can be quite stern if she wants to, sorry for that. But i have the feeling you’ll soon grow on her” He made a pause,to then clear his throat “Sorry, I meant to say she’ll soon grow in you”

I turned to Callum, who tried to put themself between me and the priest “Callum, what the hell is going on?” Callum turned back briefly to me, they pursed their lips and their eyes looked wild with their pupils as small as a dot “Remember how i said I didn't know what they were planning?” I nodded “...I have the feeling we’re about to find out”

The old priest smirked, his eyes glimmering like the ones of a predator “Don’t worry,we won't hurt you”

“You should hear him out” Came a woman’s voice I knew quite well. Dawn stood there in the same clothes I had seen her wear in our last session together,with a smile so big like she was a kid in a candy store. “I know it's hard to accept good things,especially with everything you’ve been through,but this community welcomes you,both of you, with open arms” She offered a hug,spreading her arms. Her face twitched as if it hurt to grin like that but she couldn't stop.

It reminded me of how sometimes people would feel euphoria when experiencing something divine… We both began to hear multiple sets of steps,we’re surrounded by nuns,townsfolk. They all seem to revere us,and it dawns on me.

“After all, how dare we strike our own gods?”Finished the priest. They had handed me this journal,my journal, to write everything since my midnight meeting with Callum. They say that I had written their holy texts once before, and that they eagerly await the gospel of their mother…

I don't know why they returned me home,why keep up appearances? they had us at the church…

But then in came my mom,all excited telling me about how she had a really good day at work, how she could give me some money to buy myself something pretty. I wouldn't put it past them to harm my mother if I told her about all this? Would she even believe me? Right now i can hear them outside my window, it's a gloomy day, rainy and horrible,almost pitch dark, they hide in the shadows, they are whispering and awing at my writing. Callum is here with me, just as scared as I am.

“Why?” I ask out loud,hoping for an answer, and I get none.

My mind drifted for a second to Callum,their family,their friends.

Friends..

Oh no, There's more like us.

More…vessels? seeds? What are we? Who the hell are we?

I feel now the sun shining down on me. its warmth uncomfortably pressing under my skin,through tunnels already carved straight to my soul. I turn to Callum, they sit in the darkness at the edge of my bed,their back against the mattress, their head hung low. The hood of their jacket is pulled up, I can't see their face, and I don't think I'd see any if they turned to me.

I can feel her crawling up my nerves,up my spine. My head feels dizzy and my face feels incredibly hot like I'm feverish. ‘You’re loved here,don’t you see?’She whispers ‘You won’t be ignored here, you won't be a scapegoat,a martyr. You can be that golden child, the saint you know you are’

Tears begin to fall down my face,staining the pages of the journal. She makes it sound so sweet.

‘Finally you can rest. Why fight against the system?Why don’t you..we join it? we can change it together. We can make something out of ourselves’

I look at Callum, shivering and talking to themself under their breath. I can’t hear them,but I can see their breath condensate.

“I think we’ve known each other for a while” They finally said,soft voice barely carrying over the whispering horde outside.They offer their hand towards me as I hear the creaking of bone against bone, scraping like nails on a chalkboard. Their teeth clack together as if there's no gums,no tongue to soften the impact.I see that their fingers are thin and their skin is barely sticking to their bones.I take it,finding solace in their touch.

I don’t want to be alone. Not again, not ever again.

“We do,don't we?” I replied.

Everything seems clearer now,like sunlight after a storm.

“Do you know my name?” “I think I do,do you know mine?” “i do” “it's good to see you again,Harvester” “it's good to bask in your radiance again,Mother Sun”

[entry 11]

“Church of Santa Madre de Luz Divina

“Heed my words oh servant

For my light will guide your path.

Like it always has during eons past.

I never left,for you still revolve around me

Even if my body hangs limp in the sky.

Like a child within my womb,you writhe and call for me.

Heed my words, you who have waited for our return…

The stars have names.

Not those you could even fathom to pronounce.

We have walked amongst you now.

We have lived what you have.

So welcome this new era.

Welcome us anew.No longer forgotten

And don't fret

for we have a plan for you”

[End of journal] I can see her, through the dark. The sky is looking back through the gloom.

Her light burns me.

My mother is calling.

But I can't give in,not yet, not now. There's four more documents like this,I can transcribe them if any of you want to kamikaze yourself into insanity with me. I’ll be here waiting,patiently. Either way,I know now that no matter what I do, the sun is always watching me,the moon knows all my secrets and in the cold night outside I can see the harvester waiting for me, tapping on his scythe with his candles burning blue.

#oc: nova castro #oc: callum fernandez #the stars have names #original story #writeblr #original writing #writers on tumblr #cosmic horror #cosmic horror writing #writerscommunity #original fiction #horror #fiction

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i-never-forgot · 5 months ago

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so, heres the long winded ramble i promised for the comic of yours that i absolutely adored, that being 'inexplicable dread', and i wanna point my attention towards the fourth page specifically (also im not sure if i was supposed to send this on asimplearchivist or here so im sending it here just in case...):

so, there is a LOT to unpack here, but i wanna start with my favorite part: the absolute dread that eliana felt after seeing dusknoir's true (yet hidden) colors and her just bolting out of spindas as soon as the vision ends. it's one thing to be unreasonably afraid or stingy around someone, almost the way she was when he first approached her and lu at the first page; but what do you do when the fear is *justified*? and thats where i wanna draw my next point:

denial.

it was hard to assume that dusknoir was truly capable of doing what he was about to do, and it would be even more frightening to see that act used against the two of them with such raw malice and intent; and it all falls apart when she is the only one to have seen it after her unreasonable fear of him cleared away, and he has shown to not be as bad as she had imagined. dusknoir has shown himself to be a humble man, even with his celebrity status, and for what he was and how he acknowledged how frightening his species and kind is, he did not hold it as a bitter grudge for eliana's fear of him. he was no cold hearted ruthless mercenary, he was a kind, great man. the great dusknoir, the explorer who could do no harm. and after he went out of his way to show truly great he was; oh, how much he truly cared, it was enough to get her to think that maybe the dimensional scream, in this particular case, was wrong. after all, if someone has truly showed you that they care about you, your interests, and have shown such urgent concern to your well-being that they went to save you from an impending death you were not aware of, would you really assume they are capable of hurting you? would you ever believe that their soft, gentle hands could harm, kill and tether? no. dusknoir has shown that he was far better than any spineless outlaw. he was kind. he was honest. he.. would never deceive anyone. he just wouldn't.

and that brings me to my final point: proving the point.

i think there is truly something fascinating about the great concern that dusknoir displayed in eliana's reaction after she fled from the scene, claiming and wondering who would want to hurt a brilliant lady such as her. and yet, he does not know that he will be the one to deliver that fear to her. and right now, he does not know that she saw him do something so heinous, so unforgivable that will forever change the way she views him in the life that will follow. he will play along and act like someone who has truly cared (he always did, and he still does), yet he does not know that his words will only serve as empty, cold noise that will soon suffocate her from the betrayal that will follow. his warmth and displays of affections will mellow her heart, unaware that those words will bind her heart in anger and rage. rage over what he does not know he will have to do. and sooner enough, the deed he will carry out will prove her previous fears right. little by little, he only played further and further into this game of pretend, unaware of the life-damning consequence that will follow when he shows her that trusting him was the biggest mistake eliana could have ever made. but all that can be heard now is worried tension and furrowed brows of concerns; as the killer is still alive, and he takes the shape of a gripper pokemon.

You're totally fine! I generally direct discussions about my PMD AU to this sideblog so I don't clog up my main for my non-PMD followers! :)

I agree with all of this. You are spot-on. Please let me ramble about them too oh my god I have so many feelings about this creatures

This particular Dimensional Scream is an unusual one for Eliana. Every single one she got before was a bit more vague (bits of conversation or brief glimpses, as we see in-game), but this one was startlingly clear: it was as if she experienced it exactly during the moment she received it. This is partially why she's so disoriented when she comes out of it - it was almost like an out-of-body experience, and she's still so on edge despite him managing to smooth over her nerves throughout that evening that it just kind of pushes her over the threshold of being able to ignore her flight instincts. (She doesn't even want to try to fight back, which is was confuses her further; she just has this inexplicable sense of helplessness around him that she can hardly overcome...at least until she has good reason to, later on, anyway.)

(I kind of headcanon that the Dimensional Screams kind of function like flashbulb memories to an extent; and to those of you unfamiliar with the term, since I learned it in my psychology class a few years ago, I'll explain. You remember all those memories that were seemingly seared into your brain because you had such strong emotional reactions to those events when they occurred? Whether it was humiliation, mortification, anger, grief, love, et cetera, they work like flashbulb memories because they actually do literally burn themselves into your memory due to the overwhelming stimulus.)

This is why it overall uncenters her so badly. She truly has no veritable proof that he's bad, save a bad gut feeling and an unusually vivid Scream, similar to how she felt about Drowzee (although there were no instincts involved with him since she had never met him before). He's well-known, has a reputation for the exact opposite demeanor of what she saw in the vision, and even goes out of his way to show her and Lu kindness. He's everything she feels like he shouldn't be, and she can't explain why. Lu asks her about her reactions that night once he gets back to their room in the Guild, and she decides to shove it all away for his sake since he seems so taken with Dusknoir. Surely she's wrong, even though she felt so convinced that Dusknoir was not what he appeared. Maybe she should just sit back and observe before she draws any conclusions, at the risk of upsetting Lu especially. Who was she compared to the rest of Treasure Town? What did her opinions matter? She is most definitely in denial.

She gives him the benefit of a doubt. She watches, and waits, and wonders. And she actually starts to like him. He's incredibly humble and wise and sincere in a way she's unaccustomed to. The other Pokemon of the town are genuine, of course, but there's just something about Dusknoir that seems so open - unguarded, almost. And if she didn't know any better, Eliana would almost say that he wanted to interact with her, simply for the sake of itself. He seemed to seek her out intentionally, asking her pointed questions that somehow worked past her boundaries to get her to talk more than she had with anyone (save Lu, perhaps) since she woke up on that beach. The other Guild members and townspeople are surprised to witness it in passing - to them Eliana was almost a shadow to Lu, only speaking when strictly necessary or once spoken to. She's reclusive, introverted, soft-spoken. And yet, inexplicably, Dusknoir's able to get her to speak up for herself, even makes her laugh. She smiles at him. It's different. They sure can't figure it out, but they'd be lying if they said they didn't have a betting pool that was making Duskull side-eye the lot of them.

Your final point is the biggest heartache in the whole matter, honestly. Dusknoir wonders who could have possibly hurt someone as intellectual and mature and sweet as Eliana, not realizing it was him the whole time. It will continue to be him for years to come. His hands had such an impact that her fear of him transcended the borderline blissful amnesia that caused her to forget his cruelty in the first place. Yet the perplexity of her myriad dichotomies, the puzzle she posed to his otherwise unflinching insight into people, caused himself to dig his own grave as well as hers. He just couldn't leave her alone. He wanted to know her, and he succeeds - and it's only when he realizes he's in too deep, that he can't back out, that he's made an irreparable mistake. It would've been easier to see her executed for crimes she doesn't even remember committing had he not known the warmth of her affections, the relief of her finally letting him in close enough to feel just how encapsulating her devotion is. He found an irrefutable equal in her, despite how odd of a pair they appear to be - the looming, intimidating 7'3" final-stage Gripper Pokemon (the literal embodiment of death, to some, especially humans) obeisant to the 1'0" first-stage Pokemon that half the town is still convinced is a child just based on appearances since she doesn't go out of her way to advertise her knowledge and age that often. He made the mistake of chasing the sun too closely, and he only realized he was too close once he knew that he would be irreparably burned from the actions he would take.

I don't know man. I could go on, and I've probably said half of this stuff before, but...this analysis really just got me in my feels. (Plus I've been listening to the playlist I made for this AU which just added fuel to the fire. *muffled wailing*)

#fisara’s answers #ao3: in the morning light #sinnoh I will never emotionally recover from this thank you so much for your attention to detail #your responses are always a treasure and a gift

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vibingandsimping · 1 year ago

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first and foremost thank you for taking this up ❤️ im demi straight 😚

i am 5'3 and a kiwi 🇳🇿 i have a slim build, bleached blonde hair down near my collarbone, blue eyes and dress super light academia!! i am an intp too!

i am a super big fan of ancient greece and the roman empire, and i am a very studious girl!! i am learning ancient greek actually, and i read a lot of books on homer sophocles socrates etc . i LOVE all things ancient. i am actually pretty dorky haha, and i tend to ramble about silly things im interested in and id def win a general knowlesge game show. 🥸 but initially upon meeting me there is a wall where i sort of have to mask a lot of my eccentric behaviour . i am also suppperr fidgety and love to bite & chew on things. around my neck is my car keys and my gym membership key card, and there is.... 2 many bite marks on that mf card. 💀 anywho i am often dazing off and stuck in my own head!

i guess finally i am super used to helping people without reciprocation, and feeling useful is super important for me !! and i hate asking people for things. it is very unusual feeling when people compliment/appreciate/help me and it comes with guilt(??) i am pretty oblivious so thats cool (flaws amiright). i am super dedicated and loyal for people i love and love having sole attention and praise 🤲 i can get skeptical of ppl easily though and i overthink!

THANK YOUUUU hopefully not too long i woke up to my air conditioning dripping on me .... it's 3am

(Commissions aren’t officially open yet but this was commissioned! Matchups are closed and I am answering those already in my inbox!)

This one feels obvious but you and Gale would get along!

You both share the qualities of being studious, bit of nerds/dorks and generally seem quite alike to me. Obviously not the exact same but my initial thought was Gale. He’d fall in love with listening to you talk about your interests (and hopefully you’d reciprocate the same for him.) To have someone as interested in the finer arts and general knowledge as him is such a thrill. Not everyone has such intellectual curiosity! He personally hasn’t much need for favors, besides early on when he needs assistance with the weave, but he appreciates it nonetheless. He’d prefer quality time and words of affirmation than anything. He has the patience to sit and get to know you beyond what you mask as. Gale would definitely find you interesting no matter the type of person you were. He just wants to get to know the real you.

The dust clouded your lungs as you wiped at a bookshelf in the dungeon. This place was long abandoned and was made clear from Shadowheart’s unease. Her complaining about being uncomfortable staying in this place for too long ringing in your ears nearly the entire time. Luckily, you found some time for yourself when this expansive library was uncovered. You were always seeking neat books and tomes to read, curse your curious nature, so the dust was a fair price to pay. Your finger scanned the wall before landing on one that caught your eye. Pulling it out carefully in fear of a trap. Once in your hands you scanned it over- audibly gasping in excitement. You felt as if you hit the jackpot. You tapped your feet a couple times and gnawed your lip as you opened the pages. You always had a fixation on ancient history of Faerûn. This, in particular, was about the Great Sphinx’s and their riddles. Telling the stories of ancient philosophers and the adventures they experienced. You read with rapt attention as your party conversed. The absence of yourself must’ve been noticed when Gale approached. A smile playing on his lips at how pleased you appeared. “I do hate interrupting the enjoyment of a well written book but everyone else seems to be getting antsy. I don’t think they can appreciate the finer details of historic libraries like we do.” The last sentence was spoken with a sarcastic humor that admittedly made you smile. Instead of responding to his comment, you closed the book and held it out to him. Gale leaning back a bit as you smiled sheepishly; realizing your enthusiasm got the better of you. “You must know this book, yes?” Gale clears his throat before nodding. You continue without skipping a beat. “This is a relic! My favorite riddle from the Sphinx’s comes straight from this! A first-hand copy.” Gale laughs and gently takes the book into his hands. Flipping through the pages with utmost care. Meanwhile, you watch and gnaw your lip once more. “What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two in the evening and three at night?” You recite in expertise. The wizard perks back up and joins you in unison for the answer. “A humanoid crawls on four legs as an infant, walks on two legs as an adult and walks with a cane in elder age!” You could very well see some side-eyes from the other party members. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. It wasn’t often since the tapdole you got to ever geek out on your interests. Nonetheless someone who shared them to some extent! Gale breaks the bated silence. “I do believe we should get going. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a glass of wine and discussing the rest of this literature?” You only smile, nod, and follow as he leads the way back towards the entrance. Your poor lip was about chewed to bits, though.

As for an NSFW pairing… Halsin might be your pair!

He does believe you to be the most beautiful woman around. Even if you won’t share him in your heart explicitly- he will in your sheets (or wherever you’d like do to the do). Halsin can do just about anything you’d wish for. Beyond all that he is a very sweet, attentive and caring elf. He’ll make sure that every night you spend with him is just as satisfying as the last if not better. He has admired you for some time now.

Your lips clash in a shared desperation. The adventure long and the tension between you two palpable. As soon as you two settled into camp and night fell- he was on you like a beast. Hoisting you around his hips as his hands clasped your rear. Your arms slinked around his neck, the kiss feverish, as he guided you into your tent. Occasionally he’d growl into the kiss as he reeled himself inside. You both knew his nature of excitement. He carefully laid you out on the bedroll and broke the kiss to instead favor your neck. Your hair fell around you like a mock halo, golden and bright. Sucking and peppering the skin with his love. Blunt teeth grazing you each time he parted to move further down. All you could do is sit and whine pathetically as the sensations washed over. His fingers working quickly at your shirt and pants so he could admire you in your glory. You shimmied your hips to help assist him in ridding the clothing faster. Halsin straddled you a moment and watched you carefully. Pupils blown wide as his chest raised with each breath. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You stun me every time I see your beauty.” He makes quick work of his own restrictions. As soon as he was fully nude you could clearly see his excitement. Cock standing at full attention at his stomach as he grabs your hips. There’s a fleeting moment of fear- thinking he’s going to enter you with little foreplay. Yet, that’s cut off when he only brings your core closer to his face. Inhaling deeply between your thighs before dipping into your sex. Tongue running over the folds to capture your essence and then lavishing your clit. Your shoulder-blade’s are pressed against the bedroll but it’s barely noticeable. Most of your weight was supported by the huge elf so all your attention could instead focus on the way he ate you like a man starved. The suckling and lapping was almost audible if not for the cries that escaped your chest. He relished in them and continued his efforts twofold to hear your beautiful sounds. Heels digging into his back as he edged you closer to the brink of ecstasy. Then, when you felt an orgasm creeping up on you, he slipped two fingers in. Lifting his head from your sex momentarily to speak with such a gruff you shuddered. “I intend on making you fall apart several times tonight. Once I am satisfied I will fuck you full. Breed you so prettily so that everyone will know. As if they can’t hear your delicious voice already.”

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elegy-if · 8 months ago

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On a scale of least to most slowburn, where do all of the ROs lie? Can you tag this question with #slowburn, please?

im honestly not 100% sure if i can scale this properly hmmm but i’ll ramble at you about it ok?

honestly theyre probably all what one could consider at least some what slow burn..? Just because MC hasn’t ever been in a relationship (platonic or not), is deeply traumatized (whether they admit it or not), and has to learn how to navigate both of those problems.

this is subject to change as i write obviously but as of rn, this is… kind of about how i imagine it? i am not a plotter though so.

LEAST SLOW BURN

i want to say sable… they’re shy and awkward, and they wouldn’t be the most trusting right off the bat (at least not about [BEEEEP] [REDACTED]) but! once they do trust MC, they’d be pretty open to the idea of a relationship when MC is ready/shows interest!

next is eden. eden just has to take a bit to work through their guilty conscious. they’d be a bit conflicted morally because 1. they’re letting MC stay at their house and dont want to make them feel like they HAVE to be in a relationship to stay or anything…? if you get me. (not that thats a route im going to write its just a fear of being perceived that way from eden lol) and 2. they DID have to experiment on MC. so. there’s obviously some conflicting feelings there.

felix comes in probably just before eris? Just barely. felix, to put it bluntly, is scared of MC for awhile LOL. she’s never dealt with someone whos infected. there is also a tad bit of guilt there for never questioning what Vicelie said they were doing/what was going in the labs nearby. also felix is just kind of an asshole so that might push MC away occasionally depending on how you play.

are you really surprised eris is towards the bottom of this list? i’m not. while eris is down for some light teasing (if you want to call it that. they’re a bit strange and unusual), anything beyond that is (mostly) uncharted territory. they don’t make it a habit to woo people or go out on dates or anything serious. part of it is them being worried about someone targeting MC as well, but they’re kind of being selfish in that regard since they’re still keeping MC around to throw them scraps and dispose of evidence anyways lol.

??? is def the most slow burn. that is all i can say. but what do you expect from the person hunting you down anyways?

#slowburn #asks #anonymous #all ros #felix #eden #sable #eris #???

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adellovesrowan · 1 year ago

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YOU CANT JUST POST BANGER ART AND NOT EXPECT US TO WANT A DETAILED ANALYSIS OF THEIR LORE, CHARACTER ARCS AND STORYLINES (jk jk no pressure obv and this is all lighthearted but i'd LOVE to hear you out on the death is life au)

GJFKGJSKFJMD ANON THATS SO SWEET 🥺🥺 <333

ok well. permission to ramble just a bit JDHDKJS

in case anyones new or couldnt tell, the characters here are rowan (they/them pls !) and adel (my mc, she/her)

both grew up very lonely. adel had no one back home but herself, and rowan had a huge family who all collectively look down on them. these two found each other and suddenly the world feels a little lighter and brighter. theyr inseparable

adel grew up not knowing about the genetical curse she has from her (dead) mother, called the suanggi. its a spiritual parasite that is acquired by a ritual, and unfortunately it passes genetically. its a parasite because the curse works by touching the target and absorbing the magic in them for yourself, rendering them weak and helpless. like a vampire for a wizard's magic.

the khannas have this tradition for their firstborn babies, where a tree from their tree farm "calls" for the firstborn baby, like a wand calling for their owner, and that tree shall later provide wood for the firstborn's wand and also be their name.

the rowan tree that called for rowan happens to contain magic so strong that unusual sparks of magic formed when baby rowan touched the wood. rowan wands are known for its accurate protection magic, and exclusively wielded by good-hearted protectors. just like how rowan protected their friends :)

rowan has always been there for adel, but slowly adel starts drifting away. and rowan misses her so much that it hurts. its like a limb being slowly torn away from their body. one night in a forest grove, rowan took a bullet for adel and her friends and died to save them. the magic from the rowan tree prevented rowan from completely dying, but they are also not completely alive. a ghost, if you will.

adel was absolutely destroyed. like i can write pages about her grief but basically her world will never be the same anymore. she leaves the forest, not knowing that rowan has been trying to talk to her. but she cant hear them from the other side of this plane of existence. they have nowhere else to go.

rowans glowing tree branch looking scars are thanks to the magic of the rowan tree. but as rowan died, so did the rowan tree back in the khanna farms. one of the khannas saw the tree rapidly dying and losing its magic, and no one knew what it meant except for rowans grandmother, who needed time to process such an early death of her own.

adel later finds her brother who she longed for. she fought and sacrificed so much to find him, if only to find a sense of normalcy and love by bringing him back. but her brother forced out the curse in her and attempted to kill her. by hugging her. which is fucked up and it drives me insane bc thats the one thing adel has longed for for years and once she gets it she will die bc of it

but her unstable suanggi allows the magic to fuck up the absorbtion, causing her brother to die instead via magic explosion from absorbing too much of the same suanggi magic. hence the blood splattes in adels piece. adels once again left completely alone in this world. she has nowhere else to go.

rowan could not leave the tree they died beside. for a year or so, theyve just been roaming the forest grove all alone, hoping for company. but ever since their death, no students were allowed to go to that area, once again leaving them a lonely spirit in this world.

until their spirit sensed a great loss that they cant understand. it pulls them down to the ground as they hurt and wail, haunting the forest with their cries of grief.

hearing rowans cries, adel immediately flew to the forest grove, a place she actively avoided ever since that night. rowan immediately sensed adels presence, and adel (no longer mortal) could finally see them. upon seeing each other again, both realise they do have somewhere to go.

no one knows what happened to adel, as she was kidnapped by r and the whole thing happened. and no one knew how adel basically died that night. search parties were sent out, but no one knows that she remains in the deeper parts of the forbidden forest with her partner, both mourned over but are quite alive together.

bonus:

as a ghost, rowan cant touch anything. which saddens them a lot when they tried to hold a feather quill that went straight through them. they will heavily miss writing and reading and feeling adels arms and hugs and. a lot of things

but being with adel helps them. not just emotionally but also bc adels presence as a suanggi attracts the magic in the forest and it comes gathering around their little hut like a fog. and being around such thick magic helps rowan slowly regain a more tangible form.

its been a few years since they both reunited, and rowan never stopped practicing and hoping they can finally hold this quill. sometimes they get upset and frustrated, but adels always there to help them calm down.

one day, rowan got to feel adels warmth again.

#GOES CRAZY RRRAAAAGGHHHGHGHHH #im SO sorry this is long ahahhhh #rowan khanna #adel young #rowan x mc #rowan x adel #death is life au #asks #anon #mine

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fudanshiatlas · 3 months ago

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woke up and decided i want to talk about me and my partners' identities so lets go rambling under cut

hi im flower (or vee or fleur) and im an introject of vflower if you couldn't tell by the names ww i didn't introject any version of her in specific i can kinda shapeshift between all of them (except ciflower) and i id as a genderqueer bi lesbian. more specifically, i'm a swan non binary girl. i use she/it pronouns and bat/vamp/fang/blood neos. i'm transspecies and i've transitioned to a hybrid of vampire and ghost (split being a ghost i'm pretty sure)

my favorite thing to do as a vampire is transform into my bat form and run across the hallways in the inner world's main house. it doesn't make me tired at all- it's just fun. on the other side.. being a ghost is not that fun it just means most of the time that i can levitate and go through walls. like girl whatever

then theres girlfie essie!!! she's a whole subsystem of 4 but they like share a body in headspace instead of a space like most subsystems do. its kind of like a shapeshifting situation they got going on and i find it very awesome myself!! idk what's going on on that little head of its' but it says it's pangender, agender, and pan lesbians collectively. meg, their cohost, is also transspecies, identifying as an alien and ragdoll cat (it doesn't actually plan on transitioning thats just kind of like self recognition i guess)

and jack is probably the most interesting to me in terms of species. he is a vampire hybrid like me but instead of a ghost it seems he's part demon. he hides his demon features most of the times (in case devoure gets a little too silly) but he has adorable little horns and two tails. also he's like A BIT TOO UNUSUALLY HUNGRY for a vampire aHAHha like bro drinks blood as often as one would blink its kinda sus tbh. identity-wise he's just a cis homoflexible guy, nothing too complicated there ww

#girl whatever..#no oliver mention bc bro is just basic #sorry oliboi

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fictionalhubbydreamer · 2 years ago

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One-Shot part 1

Old One Shot with Donnie

This lovely young lady named Taya-Maye was once resident along the shores of Japan. Apart from her unusual name, she worked hard to earn her keep. By night she is a nurse at a hospital and by day works at a bar of all places. Only two days she gets off are Saturdays and Sundays...unless her co worker at the bar is been an ass then bails on her. They done that before, on a stormy Saturday of all days!. The fact she works so hard is rather evident, especially if she doesn't put foundation on.

Though unfortunately one night at the bar, her sleep deprivation caught up with her when she collapsed from overexhaustion. It only happened as she pretended to listen to a REALLY drunk dude rambling on about the big basketball game coming up. With less than 3 hours of sleep between jobs in the weekdays, this was bound to happen. There was only one problem, the dude was gonna try take advantage of this moment dragging her into the alley out back. However she fought back albeit weakly, as soon as this creep pressed her back against the wall trying to keep her from screaming a rather loud clutter nearby got his attention. This moment, even though she was half unconscious she used this time to get him with her knee where the sun don't shine.

This pissed him off that he had kicked her on the shoulder, in a sloppy attempt to get her chest. Suddenly silence, only her ragged breathing and her pulse heard loud and clear in her ears. She froze when someone gently touched her shoulder, maybe to check how badly injured she was.

"Miss, can you hear me? Is your shoulder in too much pain to move?" This unknown voice asked. He sounded much like a doctor thats more focused on pain levels first, then only on moving patients.

"My brother knocked the guy out. It was pretty easy considering he was under the influence." This stranger rambled a bit, however she didn't mind. He and his brother saved her life.

"Hey Don, you do know she's cold right? She's shaking like a God Damn leaf right now." The brother she assumed spoke up.

Donnie then as he was known seemed to have perked up real quick, then picks her up into his arms following his brother someplace.

Taya however after a few minutes ,passes out from again sheer exhaustion and pain. She woke up in someone elses apartment this time. Looking around a moment, she noted that apart from the nest of pillows and blankets that she could barely move from it was late at night still.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #fanfiction #bayverse #donnie

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randomkposts · 1 year ago

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#my theory is that sins regenerating with yu yevon breaking down the final Aeons

#their minds I mean. to turn them into the next sin

#rebuilding that armor and each time he gets better at it while he is slowly turning into a parasite

#until all we see is that tick

#tbf those 5 were the ones that were sucessful

#that became high summoners

#previous summoners had gave up & turned back

# or killed on their journey

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Your theory about regenerating Sin makes sense. It would get easier to break down the armor over time, as Yu Yevon gets better at being a parasite.

There being only five summoners, makes less sense to me. I hope you don't mind if I ramble a bit. Or a lot, knowing me.

In part its a numbers reason, that bugs me. As I said before, there are 600 years between Gandolf and Yunalesca. And 170 years between Gandolf and Ohalland. The last two have a much shorter gap between them. This is all over 1000 year time period. While there is no trajactory to mesure the progress of the devouring of defences by the parasite ghost tick, and Sin likley gets stronger over the incarnations, thats still a lot of time for Sin to be rampaging and Spira to still have people left to grow up to be summoners.

Braska's calm was apparantly less then a year, which offers no time at all for the people of Spira to recover. Less then a year, thats time to sucessfully have a pregnancy, but no time to raise a child, or even sucessfully train as a summoner. I feel that has to be an unusually short calm, as for the poupluation to have still been alive, there has to have been a longer recovery time, and even at me trying to make a high estimate (20 years), and inflating Braska's to high of seven, we get 163 years spread out between 1000 years. If we go for something lower, like assuming 2, we get eight years of no sin, which is not enough time for recovery, especially spread out.

Yes, people of Spira live fast and expect to die young. Lulu is 22 in game, and already has a dead fiance. Rikku, at 15 would like to see Yuna settle down and get married, and does say that people tend to marry the first person they fall in love with. How old was Lulu when she got engaged I wonder?

Yuna trained from 15 to 17, and is said to be talanted, possibly implying that other people train longer. In contrast, Braska was a high summoner at 35. He fell in love and eloped at 27. Intrestingly, priests are said to often be summoners or former summoners which may possibly mean this might be his second pilgrimage attempt. Or perhaps, most priests are just good at the sending, which would make a lot of sense.

Speaking in the direction of Yevon, its leaders are covering a lot of things. Seymour is the minister of affairs, which oversees temples, rituals, and teachings of summoners. He has the authority to handle the records of sealed histories. Seymour hasn't held his position long (thankfully), but someone who has held his position a long time is Yo Mika. He has held the title of grand master for fifty years (he is 99). Assuming that the avrage person in Spiria has their first kid at 21, and and their kid continues the trend, he has "lived" past four, almost five generations of Spirians. Ruleing as grand Master for 50 years, he has ruled through Yunas time and her fathers time. How many of those years were spent alive is unkown, but in the live fast die young cycle of Spira, he was the equivalent of the Queen of England or whatever.

Critically, Yo Mika is indiffrent to Seymours partacide, and puts Yuna on trial for murder of a master, despite not doing a thing about Seymour's doing so. He's also a racist, and also cool with execution, as he tries to do to the party.

He's shown more then willing to lie and cover up truths in game and has had a rule of fifty years. What other truths has he been hiding. What other truths has Yevon been hiding?

There are a lot of ruins in Spira. Makes sense, after the thousands of years death spiral. Three known abandoned temples.

One is Remiem. Lost after Gandof's battle with Sin. Ok.

Baaj. An island attacked by Sin and left in ruins. In game it houses Anima, who is a new faith. She is Seymour's mother, who was exiled to Baaj with her son. Between her mysterious unnamed dying of something, and Nilihism, she decided that the best way to gain acceptance for her son of interracial marriage, was self sacrifice. Her husband aplroved. So she was apparantly a badass, and she served as a guardian to her ten year old son, and took him to Zanarkand, and became his fayth, where her kid balked on the plan. At age 25, he came back for her Fayth, and took it to the temple, where he sealed her.

Was there a Fayth there before? Maybe. After all, I assume Seymour learned to summon with someone else before summoning Mom. Aditionally, its not the first time a fayth has been moved.

Yojimbo:- "Centries earlier, the Yojimbo Fayth was stolen from an Unkown temple, and taken to a cave to impede summoners journey's"

So she's probably not Baaj temple's lost summon if we assume Seymour had another summon, but with them we have the existance of at least two lost temples, and with them, missing histories. Maybe more summoner statues, crushed admist the ruin. Perhaps amongst the sealed records the minister of affairs has are controversial summoners the religion of Yevon decided were better left forgotten.

Water is such a big part of the game, but where is an aeon for Siren, or Leviathan?

But to get back on the main track, I know that there are a lot of failed summoners, by death or retirement, but there is also a lot of history that is forgotton, both through the distruction of Sin, and deliberately on the part of Yevon, thst I feel more summoners would make a lot of sense.

While I am thinking about final fantasy X

How long does a calm last?

Every fanfiction has their own take on it. And while the game does indicate Calms are varients, I think numbers like a year or two (or shorter), are unrealistic.

Lady Yunalesca defeated the first Sin 1000 years before Yunas in game journey.

Gandof, the first Summoner after Yunalesca came 600 years after her. Gandof also accomplished other great deeds, like Qactuars entrapment apparantly. So 400 years pre- game. I have to wonder what Sin was up to? Did he have Annual attacks? Are all other parts of the world destroyed besides Spirian Islands? Hard what at that official history. So while probably Sin has probably done a hell of a number on the Spiran poupluation, I don't know that how Spira is still standing if Sin is half as destructive as it was in game. FFX your world is sad and beautiful, but your lore makes me want to kick things sometimes. And this is one of them. Probably not what I should do at 2am, but yolo.

Possible theories include but are not limited to- Sin has gotten faster over the years in travel time to sow more destruction.

-Sin has recovered from the calm faster over time, like a virus learning resistance to antibody.

-Sin conqured other worlds occasionally coming back to cause Havoc on Spira.

-Naps?

-Summoners with the strength to seal Sin have had their leinages die out.

-Jecht personally got into a pissing match with his son, and the destruction seen in game was an unusually high ammount?

In order for Spira to still be standing, the poupluation has to have time to recover. And it takes 15 years for someone to be somewhat of an adult. Sort of. And we have to assume that summoners are not grown on trees, and that it takes more then just changing your job class to be an effective one. At least 2-3 years. In other words, training. Apparantly his Calm was short lived, in whatever the hell that Means in Calm timelines.

High summoner Ohalland came 230 years before Yuna. The blitzball playing priest. It doesn't specify the length of his calm, but apparantly he was only the third.

The numbers make me baffled, ok. Theres 170 years between them, assuming the numbers are accurate. 170 years between High summoners second and third. 600 between the first and second.

This does not make a lot of sense of the Calm is two years. Two years is not a lot of time to recover the poupluation after being struck by the uncaring fists of death and destruction.

Yocun was 100 years before game. She was the Crusader High summoner. She had a sword, and is apparantly the first female summoner since the original. Her Guardian is a warrior Monk!

Then 13 years before the game, Sin killed Braskas wife, and So Braska went back to the temples to get summoner training after all his priest training. So now theres a 90 year gap.

But I'm still in disbelif over the only five High Summoners Over 1000 years period, and the intensity of the gaps. Like Sir, I'm no mathmatician, but your numbers are insane. Absoloute hard what. If any Sin is capable of disintigration like at Mushroom rock, and even without that drownings seem to be frequent given its tropics, what has the rate of death been over those thousand years? Not just direct death from monster attack, but death from messing up the landscape, or killing the people needed to bring in harvest and support the poupluations. The property it destorys, people crused in homes, breathless in the merciless ocean?

Summomers do not have a high sucess rate, with both dead summoners, and ones who give up encountered on the journey. Lulu has been a guardian to both an ex-summoner, and a Dead one.

So I think that, while high summoner is not a roll anyone should be able to fulfill, I think that its sensible for there to be more then five High Summoners before Yuna. Let Takumi and Kaya, Katara and Sakura, Dimitri and Lambert have been summoners in the time before Yuna. Make some OC High summoners. I've just expanded the summoner count to nine, and even with those numbers it still feels pretty unbelivable.

Like, lets give the Years of Calm an unlikly number of 20 years. 9x20 =180. Lets give Gandof 10, beacuse actually his was apparantly short. 170. And give Braska 7, as thats when Yuna joined training (3 years before start). 163. Thats 837 years of Sin rampaging. Or 900 with the original at 20 years.

And thats paced throughout the 1000 years.

Lets go to 10 years for 3, 5 for Gan, 7 for Braska. Thats 42 years of Calm. 17 within a 100 year time period.

If Sin is something that builds up the longer it is active, then that period of 600 years before Gandof became a summoner is boggling. What is Sin doing? Spawning Jenova?

Even if we give Yunalesca and Ohalland 25 years of Calm, for ridiclously long, Braska 7, Yocun 15, and Gandof 10 thats still less then 100 years for recovery, paced out over 1000 years. Just what in the world is missing in the history between what was covered up in the church, and what is lost to time known only to the fadeing ruins? Other summoners, so my bet goes. Swallowed by church propaganda and time.

#final fantasy x #high summoners #ffx sin #ffx #seymour guado #yo mika #anima ffx #baaj #yojimbo #random k #plot bunnies

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lydiaisgeeky · 2 years ago

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Meant to Be

Jason x Reader Fanficton

2. Studying (w.c. 1686)

Outside the school was a car and a butler waiting for them. Jason ducked into the car quickly thanking the butler. Dick was casually chatting and explaining the whole ordeal and I was looking at my phone. News of a super villian isn't unusual in Gotham especially on my street but it getting to the point where it's shut down and completely evacuated that is a little more uncommon. Dick turned back to me "Ready to go y/n? Oh right um Alfred this is Y/N, Y/N this is Alfred" I greeted him and got in the car. Jason was keeping his head down and he was turned away.

"So y/n how late can you stay? Did you want to stay for dinner I'm not sure if Bruce will be home for it or not you probably shouldn't stay after nightfall things do get scary after that."

"Umm I don't really know it just depends on how much work gets done I probably won't stay for dinner though."

Dick was just ecstatic and kept rambling on. I felt bad for disliking him in the past. He was just so eager for life. When we pulled up to the manor my jaw dropped. I had no idea people actually lived in these things. Dick turned to me and laughed at my reaction "That was my exact reaction too" I gave him a questioning look "I was adopted a few years ago - Jason was adopted last week" I nodded. "Wait until you see the inside". Dick was right the inside was stunning. Walking through the front door was something from the movies. The tall hallways were memorizing, the entryway done in the most careful fashion. Stairs on both the left and right side of the house and so many doors and archways. I held my books close stood maybe a bit to close to Dick.

Dick put his arm around me and guided me through the house until we made it to the kitchen. There was a small table with some snacks on it. It felt very reminiscent of a normal home. "Feel free to eat what you want. We have plenty. Anyways you and Jason can work here. I need to get some stuff done too but I can work on the island." Dick winked at me and sat down. I was a little confused but I wrote it off as just his flirty nature. Jason slipped into the chair next to mine and opened up his math homework. He finished it quickly same with English, Science, and History.

"I guess you didn't need my help" I said.

"No your notes helped a bit but most of this I already did back at my old school"

"Oh" I grabbed my notes and started to shuffle it all together. I hadn't been over for even 30 minutes. I checked my phone and I saw my street was still shut down and I didn't have any communication from my parents.

"I need a break" Dick whined as he walked over. "Wanna go down to the gym I can try and teach you some tricks... shit no not like that. Like acrobatics."

"Smooth" Jason said while moving to leave.

"Nah you too Jay. You could probably do with something to put your aggression into- do you have any sweats that y/n could borrow"

Jason sized me up "she'll be swimming in them but it will probably work"

"Oh no I couldn't possibly" I chimed in and both Jason and Dick rolled their eyes. Dick and Jason left to go get changed. Jason was the first back tossing me a pair of sweats and a t shirt. "Um is there a place I can change?"

"Right um maybe you can change in my room. I'm sorry I still don't really know the place. We could wait for Dick if you'd like."

"Sure um maybe this is personal and maybe I shouldn't ask but why did Bruce Wayne adopt you and where are you from?"

"Yeah well thats a good question. I'm from Gotham the other side though. I guess Bruce thought I was a good charity case after my dad ended up in jail and my mom passed away."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that"

"Sokay. I should be happy that this happened a better chance at life and all but I can't help feeling like I just don't belong. This world isn't mine. Mine is the streets of Gotham. Crime alley and all."

"Dick says you drive a motorcycle? I live on the other side of town I just know if I showed up in a fancy car"

"You'd be a target. Along with the books. Wait what's your address?"

"Xxxx Main St. I understand if you can't get me all the way there and it's still shut down you know but it's fine even a close bus stop should work."

"Nah I grew up around there. I can get you home even with the whole shut down. Do you see Batman and Robin in your area often?"

"Yeah I see Robin pretty regularly. I've talked to him a few times too. He's nice wants to help. He says I shouldn't live where I do. I can't help it though."

Dick walked in "Change of plans, y/n Bruce just called you gotta go home. I'm sorry I didn't realize he was planning on having guests. Jason you good to get her home. Front door and everything?"

"If y/n allows me I will walk her in even". Dick gave Jason a look. "How soon do you need me back?"

"You should be fine to comeback whenever. Bruce isn't too concerned about us but his friend wants to meet someone specific and I'm gonna hang to make sure it goes down the right way. Y/n you'll have to come over another time maybe over the weekend and we can have a ton of fun." I turned to leave making it out of the kitchen but not much further. Jason was a few minutes behind.

"Sorry uh this way" He led me out to a garage. "Are you hungry? I just miss this diner on your side and I'd live to go back it's been a couple months going through the legal process and I haven't made it back. I'll pay you don't have to worry."

"I guess but if we do this can you teach me what you did in the math homework. I don't get it." He laughed the most beautiful laugh I had ever heard.

"I think I can manage that". He tossed me a helmet and one of his jackets. "I think Dick might actually kill me if you got even a scratch."

Driving to the diner was uneventful but it was nice to have to hold Jason as we drove. He pull up to a hole in the wall diner. After we sat down I questioned Jason "What did you mean by Dick would kill you if I got a scratch?"

"I haven't known Dick all that long but your name is the name he says most often. And frankly I understand why but you've got him wrapped around your finger. You're smart, pretty, but I know your type isn't either one of us. You are probably in love with a guy who doesn't know you exist"

"That sounds more like a book troupe" I laughed. We chatted over dinner and he taught me the math hack. Before we left my place was still shut down. Jason assured me it would be a non issue. We got closer and I saw Batman and Robin and most of my street on fire.

"I understand that but I think we can make an exception... Put B on the phone... I'll wait I'm not taking her any closer until it's handled and safe for her... She can't get ahold of her parents... That's what I was thinking... I'm just saying what kind of people would we be... you're sure? ... I will see." Jason turned to me covering the microphone of the phone. "How opposed would you be to me staying with you until the street clearance ends or your parents come home?"

"Not at all. I'm not really sure I should go in there"

"Cool let's do it. You could help me with some of my electives if you want Dick told me you took them before. Hold on. Yeah... no I will stay with her... just keep me updated" He turned back to me "Okay we are going to do this. Don't let go of me please."

He quickly pulled us through the insanity and drove the motorcycle up the stairs and pull it into the apartment and proceeded to go around and lock every door and window in the place. My parents were nowhere to be seen. Jason pulled me into the closet and began to explain his electives like there wasn't insanity going on. He did everything he could to distract me from the outside world. Once we exhausted school he painted images from his favorite books. He stayed with me the entire night huddled in the closet.

When I woke up I found it crazy that just yesterday we were strangers. Robin opened the closet door and Jason almost attacked him Robin escorted us out of the building it was maybe 4am. Jason decided to take me back to the manor. He wouldn't let me out of his sight. Almost as if he was studying me. When we got back Jason snuck me into his room through the tree. And showed me the bathroom keeping guard in front of the door. I changed into the sweats from earlier and was eternally grateful for Jason and Dick because without them I probably would have spent the night on the street. We got to school early and Jason stuck by me. Protective like no other. Dick hung around cracking jokes and for the first time I didn't mind. My heart was content being near these people. I was safe with these people.

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