#ty for the ask tho lol

[secretly-a-trekkie]

Ask game! Share 5 boring facts about yourself and pass it on to someone else 😁

(No pressure)

01. I regularly say 6+4=14 and no I do not know why

02. I own approximately 7 comics bc I'm broke

03. my second favorite color is acid mine drainage orange

04. I bought a fidget spinner for 5 bucks when I was like nine and then lost it a week later and it's disappearance still haunts me

05. I think dinosaurs and weather patterns r cool

[andromeddog]

HII YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Do you take requests?? if so i dont know if you are into Band of Brothers but could you draw Babe? if not thats okay but your art is gorgeous!!

anon! you could say i am into band of brothers!and u caught me when i was doing warm ups so here is a mega quick super speedy 20 min babe

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Ok, a stupid thought has consumed my mind

Tim (DSB) wears a stupid amount of masks underneath his plague doc one

I'm just imagining him getting kidnapped by the Joker, and the man is like "now I can find out who's been ruining my plans!"

He pulls off Tim's mask.

There's a ski mask under it.

He takes that off.

There's a domino under it.

He takes the domino off.

There's one of those fake noses with glasses n a mustache under it.

He removes the glasses.

There's an entire fake face.

Under the fake face, there's another ski mask.

Then another domino.

Then the fake glasses again.

And he just has like 5 layers of it.

-🎭☕

YES- ACCEPTED- HE WOULD HAVE LIKE 25 MASKS

Who needs a voice modulator if you have 15 layers muffling your voice???

He would be the bitch to have like a wall of those creepily realistic silicon masks- and tons of prosthetics so having like 15 layers is not that far off

[mcytegg]

"to older lsers, trust isnt abt never disagreeing w ur friend or teammate" [immediate flashbacks to both zam and subz, separately, worrying that disagreeing with vitalasy's plan would already be betraying him]

thats exactly the point!! the REASON newer players like derap and kab have these unrealistic expectations of trust and what it means to be teammates is they havent had the multiple seasons of experience in lifesteal to find it out themselves like older players have. like yes that is how zam and subz felt back then but thats a result of both just who they were as people during s4 which impacted their view on what it means to be teammates. they both also got like mega traumatized by other people in that season as well which Led to them pushing their own feelings and opinions to the side in order to remain loyal until they broke.

it was after what they experienced in s4 that helped them better define what being teammates w someone means to THEM, and what it means to trust someone on the server bc working on the basis that u Need to agree w everything ur teammate says and does or else youre a traitor or a bad teammate only ended up hurting them, and putting them into terrible situations. like what derap is experiencing rn is exactly like s4 zam, aka who zam was before he started standing up for himself and realizing hes allowed to have his own thoughts and feelings and boundaries in his relationships. like the way derap hides his own desires and discards his own thoughts nd feelings on things In Favour of always agreeing w zam to make him happy is incredibly reminiscent of eclipse fed zam.

its a matter of growth and experience yet to be gained; the way trust is currently viewed on ls and the way teammate is defined is individual to each player BUT generally speaking most older lsers definition of them has grown to fall under the same general consensus of "someone you wont always agree with, but who you will stick by and return to in the end bc they are someone you can trust to be consistent in their actions and behaviours BECAUSE you have known them for so long"

[aquaquadrant]

Why do I feel like Etho and Patho would actually really get along well. Like there'd be a minute of "oh shit" then they'd be making some weird machine together.

Also any chance you would be willing to share the story about Patho's clock and maybe info on Hels Bdubs?

(honestly? true. patho isn’t bothered enough w the concept of being a doppelgänger so he’d be chill w etho if etho was chill with him. and etho’s like. always chill. anyway idk if this’ll answer ur questions but here’s uhhhh something)

~*~

patho pauses at the top of the netherrack hill, boots hissing briefly as he shifts off a magma block.

xyz: -12,485.167 / 67.09835 / 253,295.942

the coordinates ever-present within his field of view tell him he should be another hundred or so blocks away in the z axis, but he can already see the jungle’s grown since his last visit. it’s been slowly overtaking the neighboring nether waste biome for a couple decades, now. rate of growth has held constant, unchanging. that's something, at least.

patho slowly scans the horizon. words and numbers flash across the left half of his vision as his cybernetic eye rapidly processes new information based on visual input: netherrack, netherrack, crimson nylium, grass, jungle wood, jungle wood, jungle leaves, weeping vine. light level 3, 3, 3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. there's a lava pool eleven blocks over in the x axis; light level 15.

he starts walking again.

153 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 23/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 18 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,487.331 / 65.21091 / 253,375.987 block: -12,487 65 253,375 chunk: -780 15 7,835 facing: south (towards positive z)(1.5/5) client light: 5 (0 sky, 5 block) biome: error:nether waste local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 5/247 + 0/8

the data shifts with every step. he's learned to tune most of it out by now, only paying attention to the biome indicator as he crosses the chunk threshold.

biome: error:crimson jungle

particles and sounds immediately jump up a couple degrees. glowing red specks dance slowly in the air, mingling with the ambient noises; hoglins rooting around in the brush, parrots calling unseen from the canopy above, lava bubbling in a pool nearby.

p: 35 sounds: 23/247

the temperature is warmer here. patho shrugs off his jacket, letting it hang at his elbows as he picks his way through the jungle. he doesn't even need to think about where he's going, coordinates left ignored at the edge of his vision. he's taken this path many times before, and he never has to wander very long.

his boots crunch softly on the nylium and grass terrain. jungle leaves and crimson fungus alike brush at his shoulders as he ducks underneath branches, taking care not to get tangled in weeping vines.

this is his favorite jungle. it's not the only crimson jungle he's ever come across- not to mention the warped jungles- but out of all the biomes he's seen, it's the one with the greenest leaves. something about this jungle sustains the normal trees just as well as it does the fungi, allowing the grass and leaves to stay bright and full instead growing in wilted and brown. it makes a lovely contrast with the blood red fungi.

not for the first time, he's thankful that the jungle is far enough away from spawn to be left alone. if other players knew about this place, with its well-sustained passive mob spawning and greenery, they'd destroy it for resources for sure. but he never worries too much about that possibility, because no mob or player sets foot in this jungle without permission from-

a weeping vine suddenly sprouts from the ground and lashes around patho's leg.

it's quickly joined by several more, snaking out from the undergrowth to wrap around his other limbs. before he can blink, he's lifted off the ground and pulled up into the trees. he doesn't struggle, doesn't panic- this is nothing new to him. the vines string him up among the highest branches, where a familiar figure is crouched in front of him, nothing but a pair of glowing red eyes beneath a heap of moss.

<player>dat -7063fdce-39ac-4a12-d836-a990c45b2bb0

"hey, dbubs," patho says casually.

the figure straightens up, hood falling back to reveal his face. his huge red eyes are sparkling with excitement, despite the dark circles lining them, and his mouth falls open in a wide, sharp-toothed grin. vines of varying shapes and sizes curl lazily around his body, small tendrils sprouting from the mossy cloak he wears. a couple veins of red discolor his skin, crawling up his neck and across his face. his messy hair is a bit whiter than the last time patho saw him, tinged red at the roots. a clock hangs around his neck, to match the one hanging from patho's hip.

"patho!" dbubs practically shouts, throwing his arms out.

sounds: 24/247

before dbubs can say anything else, patho asks his usual question. “what’s your name?”

“what’s my-” dbubs blinks, works his jaw for a second. “GODSLAYER666,” he proclaims loudly, puffing his chest out. then he pauses, frowns. “wait, no, i- i don’t know why i just said that. uh…”

it’s somewhere in the middle, then. not as bad as his worst days- at least he’s aware he’s lying, even if he has no control over it. and patho has to admit, that's one of the most entertaining responses dbubs has ever given to his little test.

"uh huh." patho shifts in the web of vines. they're holding a bit tighter than normal. of course, he could still easily break out of them. if he wanted to. "did you miss me, dbubs?" he asks instead, his voice teasing.

dbubs throws his head back to let out a sharp laugh, sending a shower of red particles fluttering through the air. "what?" he demands incredulously, his eyes blown wide. "miss you? i d- eugh, n'you stupid- i- i didn't even notice you were gone!"

patho hums with amusement. "then you don't wanna, like, kiss me or anything?"

"no," dbubs insists stubbornly, even as he comes closer. he steps boldly into patho's space, hands coming up to grab his face. "no, no of course not, i don't..." his long eyelashes flutter as he looks patho up and down. he smells like moss; like old vegetation and decay. there's soil and dried blood caked under his fingernails. "why would i- you ha- you have a lotta nerve..." dbubs tugs at the left strap of patho's mask, tilting his head. "do i- uh, do i get to see ya?" he asks, expression suddenly eager.

"yeah," patho chuckles.

dbubs grins widely, pulling patho's mask down. for a moment, he just looks at him. his calloused hand scuffs along the metal parts of patho's face- the entire ramus of his left mandible and most of his cheekbone, lost in the explosion that took his eye. the remaining skin is rough with scar tissue. dbubs strokes his thumb along that, too.

"i lo- um, i- i hate your stupid face," dbubs mumbles before he finally kisses patho. he seems to process his words a second later, breaking away with a small gasp of "oh! i d-", but patho simply leans in again, reclaiming his lips.

he knows what dbubs meant.

~*~

dbubs spares patho the trouble of walking, simply having the vines carry him to the hideaway. it's a difficult base to categorize: part tree house, part nest, part garden. in some places the floor is made of wood- in others, just a thick layer of leaves. there are potted plants and hanging vines everywhere, interspersed among stacks of barrels and moldy bookcases. little red mushrooms sprout from walls made of thatch and tree trunks. a couple of shroomlights provide gentle lighting as glittery particles drift through the open air; red, from the biome itself, and green from the spore blossom that patho brought him last year.

the vines unceremoniously drop patho onto the makeshift bed- a mat of moss and old, shredded banners. he's barely gotten settled, pulling his mask up and pulling his jacket off, before dbubs flops onto him with a heavy wuff.

"so!" dbubs starts loudly, propping his elbows up on patho's stomach. "what brings ya to see ol' dbubs today, huh?"

patho huffs a laugh. "what, i can't just stop by to say hi?"

"oh sure, okay." dbubs rolls his eyes, one of his vines flicking through the air dismissively. "you j- yeah, okay, be all secretive, then! see if i care." his haughty demeanor doesn't last long, though, as he shimmies up a little further, arms folded on patho's chest. "d'you- uh, do you wanna hear what i've been doin'?"

patho sighs good-naturedly, shifting so he can tuck his arms behind his head and lean back against the wall. "alright, go ahead."

dbubs beams at him and immediately starts telling lies. he tells patho about all the amazing things he's built (the jungle looks the same), all the incredible battles he's fought (no one's entered the jungle in years), all the wonderful places he's gone (he can't leave the jungle).

but patho doesn't mind that it's all lies. he's content to listen anyways.

they carry on like this until dbubs suddenly pauses, scrambling for his clock. "uh oh! gotta schreep."

patho glances at his own clock; dbubs is right on time, as always. that's one thing he never lies about. "okay, okay," he says, pushing dbubs off- he hits the moss with a soft thump. "lemme get my anchor."

"well, hurry up already!" dbubs shouts impatiently, vines swatting at patho's arm as he pops down his ender chest.

after placing the anchor and setting his spawn, patho reaches up and presses his finger directly into the center of his left eye, shutting it off.

he doesn’t regret putting a data processor into his cybernetic eye; the information it’s given him is invaluable. but every now and then, he needs a break from it. even when his eyes are closed, the display is still active, showing blank values on the back of his eyelid. turning the eye off is the only way to make it go away- of course, at the price of half his vision. so he only does it if he’s sleeping somewhere fully secure, and if he’s alone.

the jungle is an exception. dbubs has full domain out here- no mob or player can come close to his home without him allowing it.

"finally," dbubs huffs as patho settles back down. he's quick to cling with both his arms and assorted vines.

patho can't help but chuckle. "what's that you said about not missing me?"

"oh, shut up!"

~*~

patho abruptly reenters consciousness, emerging from a deep, dreamless sleep. with a soft groan, he fumbles to turn on his cybernetic eye, wincing at the sudden influx of data.

149 fps t: inf fancy-clouds b: 15x15 3 tx 3 rx c: 695/41672 (s) d: 16, pc: 000, pu: 00, ab: 42 e: 1/109, b: 0, sd: 9 p: 52 t: 109 error fc:0 xyz: -12,587.412 / 96.77253 / 253,401.623 block: -12,587 96 253,401 chunk: -783 15 7,845 facing: north (towards negative z)(1.5/5) client light: 7 (0 sky, 7 block) biome: error:crimson jungle local difficulty: 6.75//0.00 (day error404 not found) sounds: 27/247 + 0/8

"goooood morning!" dbubs calls, over on the other side of the little nook. he's busy rummaging through barrels, perhaps trying to find some breakfast. it’s unlikely he has any food stored; when he’s hungry, he hunts, and the jungle always provides.

"mornin'," patho says, rubbing his face. he sits up- and then pauses. there are weeping vines wrapped tightly around his legs. he sighs. “dbubs, you’re doing it again.”

“what?" dbubs manages to sound surprised. "no! no, i’m not, i’m- i’m just over here, minding my own business, crafting a loom.”

“a loom,” patho repeats flatly.

“yes! for um, for banners.”

“do you even have any wool?”

“do i ha- uh, of course! yes, of course i do.”

“can i see it?”

“no. no, i- i just ate it, actually. um-”

“you ate it?”

“yeah. sorry.”

patho sighs again. he kicks the weeping vines away. "i uh, i didn't mean to be gone for so long," he says, rising to his feet. "but, you know, i- i got held up with a job."

"a job?" dbubs glances over his shoulder at patho, squinting. "what kinda job?"

patho stretches his arms above his head, hearing both his natural and mechanical shoulder joints pop. "some guys out west are tryin' to make a portal out of hels."

"a portal?" dbubs's mouth falls open. "oh, for goodness sakes- and you call me a liar!"

patho knows better than to take offense. "it's true. they've got a player who came here from another world."

"uh huh." dbubs scoffs, but he can't quite hide the anxious shimmer in his eyes. "yeah, yeah, sure... so- i mean, did you do it, then? make them a portal?"

"basically." patho shrugs. "i uh, i told them everything they needed to know, to make one."

"right. you told th- okay." dbubs nods, bites his lip. "um- you didn't stay? to see the portal? or, uh…”

patho chuckles, crossing the distance to put his arms around dbubs's waist. "nah. i mean, come on, you know me, dbubs. i'm a- i'm a hels player, through and through. what's the rest of the universe got that's better than this place, right?"

dbubs grins at that, slotting his arms through patho's. "oh, you- you're such an idiot! y'know, i uh, i've been outside'a hels before and i- um, let me tell ya, you're missing out!"

"mhmm." patho smiles even though his mask is on. he knows dbubs can tell.

"yeah! "dbubs nods vigorously. "and, uh, there's- i got a whole world that's just mine!"

"is that right?" patho rests his chin on the top of dbubs's head. "tell me about it."

"it's a beautiful world, of course. my perfect builds, i ha-"

"of course."

"- uh, hey! quit interruptin'!"

"sorry, sorry."

"i di- thank you. so i um, i built a big ol' crastle, with a- hyeugh, a sorta um, horse course... y'know, with th- with the fastest horses anyone ever saw, one-stick horses, and- and uh, everyone was really impressed…”

this won’t last forever. it’ll only be a matter of weeks, months if they’re lucky, before patho won’t be able to ignore the itch to wander again. before the comfort and familiarity of the jungle becomes unbearable. before dbubs grows so used to his presence that the jungle itself tries to overtake him, the way it has dbubs- vines and veins of red.

he’ll leave without warning in the middle of the night, while dbubs is sleeping, because trying to leave while dbubs is awake never ends well. he’ll leave without a word and try not to think about the frantic whispers he knows dbubs sends him on lonely nights, despite knowing patho will never receive them (it’s the only time he regrets fusing his communicator with his arm- but how was he supposed to know he’d hear it in his mind? how was he supposed to know that disabling the chat was the only way not to lose himself completely to the endless flood of data?)

he’ll stay away long enough for dbubs to shatter apart, losing himself to the wildness of the jungle, and come back together. he’ll wait until dbubs has recovered from his grief, so that the next time dbubs sees him there will only be joy. because no matter how many times patho hurts him, dbubs always forgets it eventually.

“… so, you see, ol’ dbubs been workin' on a new technique, using the uh. grade- uh, gradient? block palettes... to create depth. ah hah! so- so listen, now, to teacher! it all starts with the color scheme..."

this won’t last forever. so for now, patho closes his eyes and listens.

error fps t: b: tx rx c: (s) d: , pc: , pu: , ab: e: , b: , sd: p: t: error fc: xyz: / / block: chunk: facing: ( )( / ) client light: ( sky, block) biome: error: local difficulty: // (day error404 not found) sounds: 1/247 + 0/8

~*~

[sallymew4]

riteru?

i wud love 2

sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask </3 i hope these are sufficient enough to make up for the wait

[charmac]

hey!! did you ask charlie about the podcast hahah also so so happy for u!!!

Okay, so here's a roughly accurate recount of the Podcast discussion:

Charlie said he thought S16 was really strong and more character-focused because they had gone back to the earlier seasons on TASP and we agreed heavily, restated we loved S16 and the character lore they covered, and I kinda segued that into saying something along the lines of 'that's why you guys should get back to the Podcast before 17!' And he agreed and said he wants to, but they have just not been able to find the time to get all three of them together to do it (basically exactly what Rob and Glenn told other fans).

We re-iterated that a lot of people have been asking for it to come back and he said he loves doing it and that's when I said "We want to hear more about the show," which hopefully explains why my reaction was "Oh yeah? Oh shit" when he told me "We're good on time, what else ya got?" Because I was not expecting him to be open to more questions in that moment, but more-so saying we had questions that would probably be answered with more episodes of the Podcast.

(I do want to say I had a few drinks and Charlie was drunk, and the bar was loud, so that's probably why this might seem confusing. The conversation got a little mixed up between "we" being the audience of the Podcast and "we" being myself and my friends at the bar.)

TL;DR: They've all been too busy to get together to make new episodes of the Podcast. Charlie confirmed he enjoys doing it and wants to get back to it, but he didn't give any indication as to when they'd be able to make it work.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

I had a dream that you named your second blog "the-curators-slutty-side-blog" and tbh I would absolutely follow that shit

ahhhh damn it, that’d have been so much better lol

….does @the-curators-bullshit suffice??

(…also do y’all really dream about me?!?!? i’m both honored and horrified lol)

[mothwingwritings]

sorry if this is weird but I just found out Baki is only 5’6” and now I’m obsessed with the idea of Baki having a s/o who’s like way taller than him and it’s so funny to me because even if their a fighter Baki can still easily destroy them but at the same time they have to bend down to look him in the eye and could probably pick him up bridal style x3 x3

types this in 5’11”

^Big this energy.

I honestly love how much of a lil big guy Baki is. He's so compact and cute yet also some how the size of a refrigerator. And I ADORE size difference couples (even when the difference isn't that much loool).

I think that Baki would find the height difference a mix of humorous, obnoxious, and sexy. He may find it annoying when you rest your arm on top of his head to catch your breath, but it is hilarious when he can duck into small places you have to hunch and crawl around in, lest you suffer a bruised head. It urks him when you call him pipsqueak or shorty, but he gets to laugh his ass off when you get a taste of your own medicine as he retorts with a casual 'Goliath' when addressing you. The grumpy expressions you make are always the most satisfying. >:)

Though he wont lie that when he gets you all worked up and you are staring down at him with smoldering, hazy eyes, the moment thick with anticipation as you tower slightly above him moments before some true passion is about to unfold... He lives for it. Nothing makes him hotter than you enveloping him in your love. <3 Kabedon the shit outta this man. (¬‿¬)

...Just be mindful that every ounce of teasing you give him about the height difference he gives back to you ten fold, and he's not above strong arming you to remind you who the true big guy is. ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)

[heynhay]

just saw ur post. UR QUEUED OUT UNTIL MARCH?? HOLY SHIT yesssssss (i very much enjoy ur work)

yes I’m a freak of a different nature

[secretly-a-trekkie]

Bro your tired fox will forever be relatable. We may be separated by distance but we are forever connected by exhaustion

it is a universal state of sentient-kind. commiseration over our collective existence in a late stage capitalist society 😔😔😔

[starheirxero]

Been thinking about the ways you could hug Centipede Eclipse

(Also, does he have legs?)

AAAAAA OKAY FIRST OF ALL THIS ASK HAS BEEN SITTING FER A MINUTE AND IT FILLS ME WITH SO MUCH JOY EVERYTIME I LOOK AT IT!!!! THAT BEAST IS GIVING HUGS...... WHAT A NICE GOD HE IS U GUYS <3 /silly

BUT ALSO SECONDLY THIS INSPIRED ME SM HELLO !!!! The first idea is the softest I think so personally ofc that's the one I like personally. but the second idea is SO FUNNY 2 ME bc it's something that Lord Eclipse would probably loathe to do but probably have to do a few times to boost morale LMAOOO 😭 THEY TURNED HIS ASS INTO A JUNGLE GYM!!!!!

Even still, as delightful as both options are, I'd imagine there's WAY less arms and hands involved and more... like. boa constrictor moves. and it'd go like that AHAJSBAKDNW

(Also yes he has legs, just not people legs! He has both the lil skittery legs and the long fake-out legs that actual centipedes have! The first several sections of his body are arms, but unfortunately I like my men to skitter, so he needed some actual buggy legs <3 worth noting tho this is only bc my beloved friend kat drew him like that and I liked it much more than the idea of "his long body with many arms Never Stops" LMAOAHSKWHD)

[woetoy]

Congrats on making Cal the most bully-able wet beast on tumblr, 10/10 would humiliate. Absolutely pathetic failboy, I can see why he's doing rounds on this site and you can tell him I said that.

It occurs to me upon re-reading what I wrote above that it might come across as derogatory, but I'm being sincere when I say you really accomplished something.

me, circa 10 years ago: would be cool to have a tumblr sexyman of my own making

*finger on monkeys paw curls*

me, today: it's. it's cal.

---

also cal doesn't seem to understand what a "webbed site" is and I gave up there

[life-of-kalos]

Munday but it's not a question (perhaps)

I really love being angry sometimes at your character. That mysterious man makes me irritating. Don't mind Alicia, she's tried her best >_<. But her RotomPad don't have an almighty power like Rimi's Rotie has.

Anyways, question (I said no question but lol): What is your favorite and least favorite facts about each of character of this blog? (could be from any of your blogs, but you can specify ones you like)

I apologize on my son’s behalf. He’s an asshole because of me

As for favorite favorite fact 🤔 I’d say I love that Faun is healer built but is a 100% a fighter. Usually you’d imagine Xerneas being gentle and kind but she is ready to throw hands at any given moment lmao.

As for least favorite fact, perhaps that she enjoys spicy foods? As someone who loves sweet stuff, it’s hard to imagine not liking them and instead, liking the taste of fire in your mouth.

[mossiistars]

Hello! I've been too scared to follow up or anything with the post you made about JMart landing Somewhere Else, but I'm gonna be a brave anon and take the potential blame for the pain that ambiguity caused!

So, here goes:

To you, Mossi, in your own personal Headcannon or AU for Somewhere Else, are our boys alive? Did they (fortunately) make it, despite the (let's be honest, very stacked) odds?

If so, someone please get them some medical attention—

Oooo good question,,,unfortunately I don't have a solid answer for you of one or the other- I really love the ambiguity given in TMA itself. That being said, I do love Somewhere Else AUs in which they live, and have thought about what that might look like- that and I have been taking notes while listening to tmagp, hoping they might show up! But I guess I would say I don't really have a consistent hc or au, if I end up posting more somewhere else content it will just be what I feel like making in the moment yaknow

[akkivee]

Do you think Kuukou's fear of the ocean is a refence to the umibozu?

sure why not lmao!!!! as far as i’m concerned, until the story gives kuukou a reason to slow down and take a moment to look back at where he’s come instead of always moving forward, anything goes for whatever’s haunting kuukou about the ocean!!!!!

i’ve personally been thinking that it might be related to the tale of kiyohime, the story kuukou’s speakers might be loosely inspired from, where this lady essentially drowns crossing the sea chasing after her flighty monk lover and is reborn into a dragon to kill him lol. i don’t think it’d be bar for bar lol (idk if it’s a metaphorical thing for kuukou, like the ocean means an inevitability of change, or something actually physical like say, drowning) but if kuukou’s speakers are one of them trauma manifestations, then it that kiyohime story might be a clue lol