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viviennevermillion · 9 months

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love languages

✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: hsr debut post, hope this does well. i'm only at chapter 2 part 1 so pls bare we me. (gn!reader), aeons can walk among mortals for this

✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: bloom in the dark — emorie

✧ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: blade, dan heng, jing yuan, luocha, march 7th, nanook, yaoshi

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: some angst & hint at character death in blade's because i'm still figuring out how to write anything but angst for a character whose main objective is that he wants to die, i had way too much fun making the aeons eldritch

✧ giving: gifts

As much as Blade loved you, as much as he treasured the memories he shared with you and as much as he'd hate to cause you pain or grief; you were all too familiar with his predicament. You had been ever since you agreed to stay by his side, to love him for as long as you had together. That was the price you'd pay for loving a man who considered himself dead in spirits already. A shell of who he once was.

Part of him felt guilty for indulging you; how could he call himself yours when he'd take the exit from his cursed immortality if it presented itself before him tomorrow? How could he promise you his heart if he couldn't promise you a future?

He knew there was a chance he might outlive you by centuries. He knew there was a chance he'd say goodbye to you in a month. Still, you were willing to be with him, through all the uncertainty.

So he gifts you things to remember him by, should he part from you too soon for your liking. Some of them were expensive; after all he had more than enough life behind him to no longer be bound by material limits. Some of them were simple trinkets or flowers he preserved using glycerine. All of them held meaning but the overarching message was: "We were born in different times. If it were for the natural order of things, we never would have even met. I've been suffering since long before I met you. And yet, curiously, despite all; I treasure every moment I had with you. I'm glad to have loved you."

✧ receiving: physical touch

One thing Blade would have never expected when he met you; but was more than glad to realize, was that you could make him forget his anger and pain, even if it was for just a while; even if it always inevitably returned.

He loved falling asleep in your arms. It was the closest thing to the peace and salvation he craved that he could currently have. For just a few hours, he was content. He had forgotten what that felt like.

He loved the feeling of your fingers carding through his long, dark hair. And you loved the smile you so rarely saw on his face when you did this. Blade's breathing would calm and he'd nuzzle your neck as he was being held in your arms.

Blade also loves waking up in the middle of the night, feeling you shift in bed beside him and pressing a few lazy kisses to his lips before he fell back asleep.

He loves the way you tend to his scars, how you seem to wash the pain off his body with your caring touch; despite feeling guilty for how he has made you worry again. You'd end up disinfecting and bandaging his wounds and sometimes he had to chuckle at how you treated him as if he was fragile, despite having likely seen more hardships than you could ever imagine.

✧ giving: acts of service

Dan Heng doesn't really know how to express his love for you at first so he defaults to helping you out however he can.

He helps you with little jobs around the Astral Express and loves to team up with you for any missions or chores that fall on both of your plates.

Especially with all the knowledge he gathered from the archives and basically living in there; he's more than ready to help you figure out any mysteries you encounter on your journey with the Astral Express.

If he needs to explain anything to you or answer a question you have about stuff like the Aeons or any factions you encountered, he'll often pull you onto his lap at the desk and show you important info about it in a book or online. "I hope I could answer your questions. Did this help you?", he then asks you, looking into your eyes. "Yup!", you shoot him a smile and give him a quick kiss to the lips which leaves him blushing and just staring at you for a while.

"Hey, Astral Express to Dan Heng, you still there?", you chuckle and wave your hand in front of his eyes. He just blinks like, twice and then picks you up bridal style: "Come on, let's figure out that task Himeko gave you." He's just trying to distract from the fact that you flustered him.

Sometimes he tries to cook for you. The emphasis is on tries. You'll walk into the train kitchen and he'll be there stirring something in the frying pan and glancing at a recipe. "What are you doing there, love?", you ask and kiss his cheek. "I'm making lunch for you", he states and you hug him. "Aww, that's so sweet of you!", you press a few appreciative kisses to his lips, "wait why does it smell burnt?" "What-"

✧ receiving: quality time

Dan Heng is what we call 'a good listener'. He's not the best conversationalist but he likes to hear you talk and he remembers stuff you told him that even you have forgotten about until he one day just brings it up out of nowhere.

He loves to spend the time between trailblazing expeditions just hanging out with you. You check your phone and receive a text from him like "Hey, want to come over to my room? 🫀"

"?" "March told me that I should add a heart to my messages to make you feel more loved. Did I not do it correctly?" "Dan Heng, sweetie, no..."

You enter his room and he has made you two cups of coffee, the only thing he's actually good at "cooking". The two of you have decided to watch a movie and lay down on Dan Heng's mattress. "I can feel the bones in my back snapping in half, how do you sleep on this?", you raise your eyebrow. "I don't think it's that bad", he mumbles, seeming lost in thought.

While watching the movie, he has his arms wrapped around you. His only opinion about it is "it was good".

Also enjoys playing board games with you, specifically card games. You're pretty equally matched so there's no telling who wins this round. When he wins, you ask him what he wants as a reward and he just gives you a soft smile and tells you a kiss will do.

✧ giving: physical touch

Jing Yuan is a fairly affectionate man behind closed doors. He doesn't leave for work without giving you as many goodbye kisses as you want and doesn't let go of you throughout the whole night while he sleeps. You could get up and grab a glass of water from the kitchen, as soon as you return, Jing Yuan wraps his arms around you once more; even when he's in deep sleep.

He enjoys just sitting idly with you, both of you doing your own things and he's just holding your hand or has a hand resting on your thigh. He also loves when you lean your head on his shoulder and as soon as he feels you do that, he turns his head to place a kiss on your forehead.

Sometimes you'll be reading a book while sitting between his legs and he ends up pressing multiple kisses to your cheek or trailing them down your neck. He smiles against your skin everytime he does this. He's not always seeking to touch you but he has his clingy 10 minutes where he wants attention and sometimes that happens to interfere with whatever it is you're doing at the current moment.

Most of the time you can't resist indulging him and just kissing him for a while, burying your hands in his hair or cupping his cheeks gently.

✧ receiving: quality time

Jing Yuan loves those days on the Xianzhou Luofu that are so peaceful that he gets to spend the entire day with you. You decide to take a nap during noon, falling asleep in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat. You feel Jing Yuan press a few soft kisses to your forehead while you're dozing off.

When you awake, he's no longer next to you. You get up and find him in the kitchen, preparing a late lunch for the two of you. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and glance at the frying pan to see him fry some eggs.

You hear a chirping sound and fish a small finch out of your boyfriend's hair. "Don't worry you, we're not grilling your brethren", you whisper softly and put the bird on the windowsill, "fly free, my little friend." The bird lifts off. You raise an eyebrow at Jing Yuan. "Was this the last one?"

He chuckles. "Should be." This at least gives him an excuse to take a bath with you and maybe you'll volunteer to wash his hair. He loves the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair and just relaxing and letting you pamper him. "You know, if that's what you want, you can just ask right?", you remind him, "you don't need to call your woodland friends for help." Jing Yuan just laughs and gently guides your chin closer to his face so he can kiss you softly.

He enjoys playing chess against you, though you tend to suggest to play a die-based game instead so you can win by having good luck, because Jing Yuan has several centuries of chess practice under his belt. "You know that still doesn't mean you'll win", he watches you unpack the Ludo game with an amused expression. "I have good luck, I got you after all", you say confidently. "Well I've heard an old saying from a distant planet that when you luck out in love it means you have bad luck when it comes to games", he argues and crosses his arms with a smile on his face. You roll your eyes and he responds by kissing your lips.

Sometimes he watches you play chess against Yanqing. "Does it hurt to lose to an 8 year old?", he teases you. "Silence, Jing Yuan, you taught him this stuff." Your lover lets out a laugh. "And yet he still has so much to learn before he can beat me."

✧ giving: words of affirmation

When Luocha loves you, he doesn't hesitate to tell you. After all, his companion in the coffin consistently reminds him that life is short and he better have no regrets, should misfortune strike him tomorrow. Luocha adores you and in his mind, there's nothing stopping him from letting you know.

He's also a bit of a smooth-talker to you and you only. He never gets overbearing with his flirting, but you can expect a few cheesy compliments followed by a kiss to your hand. He'll pick you up for your date, takes your hand in his and leads it to his lips. "You're as beautiful today as the first time I saw you", he smiles and whispers against your skin.

Getting together with Luocha could take ages if you insist in knowing why he's being so suspicious first; but once you do he's ironically an open book for you. He has shared his greatest secret with you and you've given your hearts to one another, so why should he hold back now from telling you what's on his mind?

Sometimes his words are on the nose, such as cupping your cheeks and telling you that he loves you with all his heart or that he wants you to traverse the stars with him from now on. Sometimes the love he has for you is put into telling you how he remembers certain areas around the Xianzhou Luofu as "that place where you surprised me with a bouquet of flowers when we met up for tea" or "that shop where you almost made the coffin fall over". You learn with time that there are a lot of things he associates with you and your memories together.

✧ receiving: physical touch

Luocha loves your affections. He's the least grumpy man ever in the morning. You could wake him up at 3am for kisses and he'd be down for it. He loves when he wakes up and the first thing he feels is your lips on his cheeks or your fingers running through his long blond hair or your fingertips drawing circles on his bare shoulders.

He pulls you into his chest and you can hear his heartbeat while he holds you close. He lifts your chin up and his lips meet yours before he even opens his eyes. He kisses you softly, his tongue circling around yours as he tries to pull you even closer. "Good morning, my love", his voice sounds raspy before he presses a kiss to your cheek.

Luocha loves to take a walk through the city and hold your hand in his while doing so. He doesn't say it but he definitely melts if you stop your walk for a minute just to give him a hug or kiss him gently.

One time you get caught in the rain and Luocha finds shelter for the two of you under a secluded pavillion. You are cold so he wraps his jacket around you and holds you in his arms until the skies clear. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Are you still cold, my dear?", his voice sounds so soft and he gently squeezes your shoulder. You shake your head. He lets out a chuckle. "That's good, then", he replies before resting his head on top of yours and closing his eyes for a while.

He enjoys resting his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. You might be busy with something else, not noticing how he smiles up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (you are). He eventually closes his eyes and rests his cheek against your stomach.

✧ giving: words of affirmation

March 7th talks quite a lot, especially if you were to ask Dan Heng about it. So if she's in love with you; her feelings are bound to slip out with her words. It wasn't hard for you to become aware of her crush on you because she just accidentally blurted it out one day. She was so happy when you told her you felt the same; even if this conversation was the furthest thing from planned.

March loves to explore the civilizations you travel to on the Astral Express and buying lots of souvenirs and clothes from there. So sometimes she'll drag you from shop to shop and often finds things she thinks would look good on you. No matter if you're wearing a fancy suit / dress or a 5 credit neon green "I survived the Belabogeyman attack" shirt from a shady souvenir shop, she hypes you up like you're on the front cover of a popular magazin.

"Aw look, you're so cute", she squeals and hugs you from the side, trying and failing to lift you up. There's at least 5 people in the shop staring at you and the shopkeeper glares at March, silently reminding her to keep her voice at an acceptable volume for a public building. "Oops... sorry", she cringes slightly and then turns to you again with a bright smile, "you should totally get this!"

Everytime you enter her room after a trip you find a new photo you took together on her wall. "Look at your smile on this one", she holds one of them up, "it makes me happy whenever I look at it."

Dan Heng told her to stop talking about you all the time so now she talks with you about you.

Definitely tells you she loves you plenty of times.

✧ receiving: gifts

March loves gifts. She's the kind of person who can't wait to open her birthday presents so you guys have to hide them from her every year; preferably somewhere where she can't reach or won't find them.

So when she receives gifts from you for no special occasion, she's gushing so much.

She loves flowers and chocolates. She definitely has a sweet tooth but will still share the chocolates with you. She is very interested in the meaning of the flowers you gift to her so if you can tell her about that, she'll be all the more happy. She loves romantic gestures like this. She has mostly read about them in romance novels and she's more than thrilled to finally receive them herself.

March also adores jewelry, whether you bought something for her or crafted it yourself. She'll wear it everyday and she's very proud whenever someone asks about it.

She posts about the gifts she receives in her status online as well. She'll be like "y/n got me this! 💓💓💓"

She dm's the pictures to Dan Heng as well and he leaves her on read.

When you gift her something, she gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before opening it. Once she opened it, she smiles at you brightly and kisses you on the lips. "Thank you so much for this!", she takes your hand into hers and squeezes it.

Receiving gifts from you makes her so happy. But being loved by you makes you feel like every day is her birthday either way. And for you, every day was March 7th.

✧ giving: quality time

Loving an Aeon wasn't the easiest endeavor. Especially not Nanook. But somehow you had touched the destructive god's heart and for the first time since they became what they were today, there was a life they wanted to treasure and protect.

They don't understand much about the human world as it was today, having mostly spent their time on a different plane of existence. It was only when they connected with you and took an interest in you; that they decided to walk among them for a while, to be able to spend time with you. At first their bitterness became apparent every day they spent with you, only scoffing at the people they saw going about their daily life and the things that they had built; which all would be wiped away by destruction if Nanook were to have their way.

But you took that as a challenge. You wanted to see if you could find something they liked about life, unaware that you had become that very phenomenon.

You made it your favorite pastime to show them all sorts of things from the material world and see their reaction to them. "What do you think of this painting?", you ask them, holding up a work of art you got from a market. "I'm not too fond of the sound it makes and the cosmic essence it depicts", they respond with a deadpan expression and you just look at them in confusion, "right, I forgot you can only perceive three dimensions."

Nanook, despite not letting it show, enjoys spending time with you; even though it could be challenging sometimes considering they were an Aeon and you were not. Sometimes they would ask you about things you couldn't see and other times they struggled to discern what things they saw you could pass through and which ones you considered "a wall".

✧ receiving: physical touch

Nanook loves your touch, much as they would like you to never notice that. They're not used to any physical sensations so they're very sensitive. They're unable to form coherent sentences when you so much as press a kiss to their lips. According to them it was very difficult to convey their thoughts in your way of speech when you were "trying to overwhelm them like this"

Giving Nanook affection also proved to be a challenge in more ways than one. The first time you tried to rest your head on their chest, your cheek touched the golden essence flowing out of them and you could perceive what you could only describe as the worst sensory overload anyone has ever experienced; a colorful mix of incoherent screaming and the faint sound of explosions; the feeling of all-encompassing despair and grief.

"What was THAT?", you stared at Nanook in shock, panting. "The entirety of traces left behind by destroyed worlds and ending lives from at least the last couple millenia", they answered very casually. You sighed and held your head, now suffering from a migraine. "At least it doesn't disintegrate me", you took a deep breath and started rummaging through your closet. "Only if I want it to", Nanook explained. "Charming", you whisper to yourself in a sarcastic way and toss them a shirt, "put this on."

Kisses are such a novelty to them. They're like "what was that?"

"Affection." "Do it again."

One time you pressed several kisses to their shoulder and Nanook just slow-blinked at you for like 5 minutes, before resting their head on your shoulder.

✧ giving: gifts

Yaoshi loves to bestow "blessings" upon you. Though, you have to teach them at first what you would consider an acceptable present.

The first one is immortality if you want it. Yaoshi would love nothing more than for you to be by their side forever.

Their next attempts at gift-giving left you feeling a little lost. They manifest before you, excitedly grabbing your cheeks and your waist and your shoulders with their hands and pulling you into a kiss. "My dearest, I made you a creature", they exclaim and reveal a Frankenstein-esque abomination the size of a volleyball. You can't quite discern what it actually is but it looks like an abstract mixture of a hamster, frog and a dragon. "Uh...thank you?", you try to be as polite as possible, unsure what to do with the creature as it spits a smaller version of itself onto your bedroom floor and then disintegrates. "It reincarnates out of itself", Yaoshi explains. "I can see that", you nod with wide eyes, patting Yaoshi's head.

One day, Yaoshi guides your spaceship to a distant location. "This is a planet I renovated for you", they join you as you land and explain their thoughts behind all the different new kinds of flowers they created specifically for you. "You're my greatest inspiration", they kiss your cheek and wrap their arms around you.

You eventually sit them down and calmly explain to them that one planet is more than enough and that you definitely do not need another creature. You teach them about your customs of giving gifts and they listen attentively. Maybe a bouquet of flowers would do next time.

✧ receiving: quality time

Yaoshi wants you to stay by their side forever. They perceive the passage of time very differently from you, yet they treasure and vividly remember every second by your side. Your bond of love is a sacred one in their eyes and they want to feel as close as possible to you.

They especially love talking to you and learning about your experiences that are so vastly different from their own. Despite being so intertwined with life itself; Yaoshi learns so much about life just from being with you. They never would have imagined you could give them so many new perspectives on the universe just by sharing your thoughts and beliefs with them.

Yaoshi always listens to you attentively and you see a sense of childlike wonder in their eyes when you speak about the way you experience the world, the things you value and the memories you treasure.

"Isn't it marvelous; how we see the world through such different lenses and are entirely different entities, yet we love each other so deeply and unconditionally", their voice sounds soft as they pull you onto their lap, holding you with their six arms and planting kisses on the back of your neck repeatedly.

Unlike Nanook, Yaoshi is very clingy. Quality Time with you always involves touching you in some way, be it kissing you repeatedly or holding you tightly within their embrace. Sometimes they sing you to sleep with a gentle voice, running their fingertips over your shoulder.

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milksnake-tea · 11 months

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Imagine Yaoshi x Reader x Nanook. With how they act in lores and how there is not much canon information about the personalities + encounters or interactions yet. My brain already has so much ideas about what's gonna happen if we put them both together :)

pairing: nanook x gn!reader x yaoshi (general relationship hcs)

word count: 785

warnings: possible spoilers for hsr !! involves xianzhou stuff iykyk

a/n: it's the way that i knew this would be a request- also this got long i apologize HAHSHSHH

First off, congrats. I have no idea how you managed to coerce these two into sharing because the last thing either wanted was to share something with the other.

Compromise is absolutely fundamental in this relationship. Yaoshi and Nanook are Aeons whose ideologies are in direct conflict, and you'll have to act as their middle ground. Arguments aren't common (they both believe that they're above such petty disputes), but in the beginning of the relationship, the tension was undeniable.

Nanook firmly believes that civilization was a mistake, and neither Yaoshi nor you can change that. Yaoshi can pout and give Nanook the look all they want, but nothing is stopping Nanook from bringing planet after planet down.

Likewise, Yaoshi's gifts of immortality, along with their side effects of mara, tend to irk Nanook, only furthering their belief that destruction was the only salvation left for the universe (Yaoshi would continue to assert that the mara wasn't their fault).

But when you come into the picture, you force them to put their differences aside - because if there's one thing that the two of them can agree on, it's you. If it's for you, they're willing to push aside their ongoing war with one another. If it's you, they'll ignore the fact that they openly hated the other.

Yaoshi thought that such a cold being as Nanook wasn't deserving of a partner such as you. Nanook didn't love or embrace you like Yaoshi did, didn't cradle and pamper you like the Abundance.

As a result, Yaoshi loved to remind them of their negligence, although now, it's more of a playful jest if anything. They'd whine about how Nanook was barely home, despite Yaoshi constantly being on the run themselves, and the fact that as Aeons, they don't have a set "home".

For the most part, Nanook was unbothered by Yaoshi's remarks, with the most coming out of them being a roll of the eyes. They didn't care how their affection may have come across, the only thing mattering to them was that you were safe and happy.

The two of them used to fight over you all the time - Nanook would often snatch you right off of Yaoshi's lap, and Yaoshi would refuse to hand you over. But soon, they learned to tolerate the other's existence, and eventually that tolerance would turn into a begrudging adoration.

In this relationship, Yaoshi is inertly more affectionate (and possessive) than Nanook is. Nanook isn't... They're not exactly in tune with desires of any kind, much less the kind that comes with a romantic relationship. Yaoshi, on the other hand, is an empathetic soul who loves and sympathizes with creatures from all walks of life.

Yaoshi coddles you, and makes sure that not only are you loved, but that you feel loved. They are gentle and tender with you, often playing with your hands or hair, and pressing kisses wherever they can. They sing you praises to their Disciples and the Denizens, who adore you just as much as their Aeon.

On the other hand, Nanook's "love", if you could even call it that, comes in the form of protection. The Antimatter Legion, when they're not wreaking havoc upon other planets, become your personal bodyguards. Yaoshi in particular takes advantage of this, often using the Legion to fend off any Xianzhou ships looking to hunt them down.

But this isn't to say that Nanook doesn't have their moments. When they manage to pry you away from Yaoshi's arms, Nanook likes to hold you as they go about their business. You'd be laying in their arms, pressed against their chest as you watch the destruction of a planet as you would a movie. Rarely are any words said in these moments, but they are just as intimate as Yaoshi's affections.

The universe knows you as the Mediator, the tamer of the two most hated Aeons in the universe. Being the significant other of not one, but two Aeons certainly comes with its benefits - and that being that practically nothing can touch you. There are some who feel pity for you, others who envy you.

But there are also those such as the Aeon Xipe who are grateful for your existence, for you are responsible for keeping Yaoshi and Nanook in check. In Xipe's eyes, if such opposing Aeons as Yaoshi and Nanook can work in tandem, then there is hope for a unified universe.

All in all, this relationship can only work if each member puts forth the effort to make it work. It's rocky in the beginning, even more so than others, and requires so much more patience. But if you can manage to pull through, the rewards are sweeter than any fruit.

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moonligyt1234 · 9 months

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Path to the Salvation of Humanity [AEON READER]

[NAME]

They/them

Aeon of Control

The Gods from the different pantheons was loud in the council of Valhalla.

What are they doing you asked?

Easy deciding the fate of humanity.

But are they truly alone in this council of theirs. The shadow noticed the appearance of the eldest and youngest Valkyrie.

The quietly watched in the shadow as Brunhilde triggered the Gods and suggesting Ragnarok.

Their couldn't but let out a small chuckle escape from their lips.

"You foul Valkyrie only the Aeons themself can accept your little suggestion." Zeus said with a menacing smirk on his face.

As the Gods around agreed to his word plus everyone knows how destructive Aeons can get.

Suddenly a booming laughter was heard by many as swirl of shadow began over taking a human body before it cleared showing someone with a suit.

"What an interesting suggestion little valkyrie." They said with a hint of amusement in the voice.

"Oi! Who do yo-" However they were quickly shut by a string forming on them wrapping around them until their face couldn't even be seen.

The person payed no attention to the dead god.

"Fine us Aeons accept your proposal."

One single sentence causes for another uproar. Loud so loud. They didn't even realize their mood was affecting their own power. As cracks rapidly increased the entire ground shake.

Before they let out a deep breath.

"I the Aeon of Control [NAME] accept suggestion about Ragnarok. May you provide this entertaining this for us little valkyrie."

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ballads-of-a-bluejay · 7 months

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Elijah piece for a poem i wrote from his pov!!!

reblogs are appreciated <3

the full poem under the cut, it does contain spoilers

I watch him through the window

As he speaks into the microphone

I'd be breaking through the glass

But I know that he is not alone

That wretched man, that Architect

His sharp-edged glasses, stone-cold eyes

Winding back the clock of death,

He wiped away my love's demise

And next to him, an angel true

His holy light bathing the room

His ink-black hair and deathly skin

His face spells out my poor heart's doom

He runs from me, this perfect man

When I alone know *he is the sun*

I read the books, they burned my eyes

And now I know what must be done

He pushes through the trees and ferns

Aghast at what I've gathered here

I pour him tea, remove my mask

All of this to ease his fear

His eyelids flutter as I start to speak

He can't utter a single word

But still, I can tell he wants to leave

I sent him off, although it hurt

I've built this perfect pyre for two

For a pastor and his effigy

Crafted from tithes of our disciples

My work has kept me very busy

I watch the camp in silent patience

See them fall apart beneath my touch

The chaos of the everyday

Hides my plots beneath its rush

The day falls upon us all at last

The steady moon holds her head high

I preach to a captivated crowd

Tell them of salvation nigh

Cries of "our muse" fill stagnant air

I peel away back into the trees

Leave them to their madness

To worship on their hands and knees

I perch upon the pyre with him

The perfect picture of pristine peace

I preach to the people down below

Share the parables and the prophecies

They listen to me with eager ears

Eyes on the cherub by my side

The heat of flames lick at our feet

But Lord, I'm along for the ride

They've taken care of the Architect

He's pinned by their devoted weight

I read his words, the ones that sting

Laugh down upon his burning hate

He blasphemes me, my godly voice

Believes that he can stop the rapture

It's far too late to "save" his lover

With burning heels and broken stature

He curses me in desperate cries

The fire burns its way ever higher

I preach the vile and poisonous word

Of a filthy, sacrilegious liar

It slithers itself into my mind

Tears me apart from deep inside

Hear nothing but my pounding heart

Feel nothing but a shove to my spine

Bones crunch as I hit the ground

My broken heart hurts worse than them

As I look up, grieving, to the pyre

I see now he's corrupted by *him*

My perfect muse, engulfed in flames

Silhouetted by the crimson sky

He falls upon his hands and knees

"Don't call me that, I hope you die."

I bleed my anguish onto the soil

Weep for the traitor set ablaze

A penny loafer on my chest

I see the bastard through my haze

His sharp-edged glasses, stone-cold eyes

Blood and dirt crusted on his skin

He lifts a mirror to my face

I scream for aeons yet to begin

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deathbxnny · 7 months

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This idea is gonna take me a while to type, so I’m sorry if requests close before I finish. If no one else will give this boy a happy ending, I’ll do it myself.

But Yanqing being Mara-Struck and curled up in pain with his S/O holding him and crying. He can’t hear anything clearly. But he hears them pleading with someone or something. He feels so tired that all he can do is close his eyes and pray his S/O runs before he can hurt them.

When he wakes up, he finds himself cured of the Mara in a hospital bed. Medics say it’s a miracle. But when he asks about his S/O, they don’t know what he’s talking about. Jing Yuan tells him that his S/O made some kind of deal to save him. But the general is called away before he can explain.

Yanqing just lays there fearing the worst. His S/O must have traded their life for his or something.

He can only lie on the bed, numb to the world.

Until his S/O comes in with a few bags of to-go food. They’ve got a lot of explaining to do, now that they became the Aeon of Salvation.

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A/N: Hello! I am glad someone has finally had it in them to have mercy on poor Yanqing LMAO. I really love the rerquest and hope you'll like this, Anon! Content: Mentions of injury, near death experience, slight angst, hurt/comfort, nothing too bad for once, established relationship, sfw Reader has no set pronouns! (Not proofread!)

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Today was really not Yanqings day, to say the least.

From him having to deal with a sudden attack of Mara-struck monsters to him also contracting the disease on accident; It was all going as bad as it possibly just could. All of his plans failed the moment he collapsed on the ground, clutching his chest in agony. But he wasn't concerned about himself. No, he was more concerned about you, his dear lover that clutched onto him in terror.

His ears were ringing, your pleas an incoherent mess in his scrambled mind. He squinted against the blinding sun that hit his eyes, his lips parting to mutter your name, before he simply coughed out some leafs. He was turning and fast at that, but you still held onto him so tightly, unable to let go. You didn't want to let go. the blonde weakly raised his arm, a warm palm pressing against your wet cheek. "I'm glad... you're okay at least." He mutters in a daze, which earned him more pleas and cries he couldn't understand. It was like his head was dunked under cold water, that pulled him down deeper and deeper into the depth of the exhaustion he suddenly felt.

He couldn't fight back anymore, his body completely giving uo against the disease that ripped him apart from the inside out. He closed his eyes with a shaky sigh, hoping you'd have enough time to run at least, before he hurt you. He wouldn't forgive himself , if he did.

Yanqing's eyes snapped open, his body moving to swiftly sit up in terror at the memory, hands weakly clawing at his chest. But a much bigger one gently pressed him back into the warm sheets, the boy's head turning up to look up at the man he recognised as his master. He opened his mouth to speak, yet he could only cough painfully instead. "It's okay, stay down. They are fine." Jing Yuan hummed, reading his mind perfectly.

The young swordmaster gave him a weak look, his lips trembling. "How... why...?" "They say it's a miracle, you are fully cured of the disease... (Y/N) made a deal to ensure you'd live for another day." The man said, nearly as though he couldn't believe it either. Yanqing's blood ran cold, but he couldn't ask anything more, when someone came in to ask for the generals help. Jing Yuan gave him a small smile and reassuring nod, before leaving with the medic. The room was quiet, whislt the injured boy's mind spiralled in terror at what that could mean.

You made a deal? A deal with who? On what?

He feared for the worst in that moment, especially when he laid in this cold hospital bed all alone, hooked up to many machines that monitored his ever racing heartbeat. He was scared and confused, his thoughts running rampant in directions he hated. Had you died to save him? He exhaled a sharp breath, wanting nothing more than to get up and look for you. He couldn't mentally handle it anymore, not knowing if you were fine or not. Alive or not.

He couldn't move, his breath laboured, tears welling up in his dull eyes. He was pathetic. He always prided himself in being your protector. You knew this. So why would you give away your life for his?- "Ah, you're awake! I got you your favourite food... Yanqing?" Your voice made him flinch, his head turning to look at you instantly. You were standing there in all your glory, seemingly unaffected by the situation, as you held several bags of delicious food in your arms.

"I... I thought you died." He finally whispered, his voice cracking from the sob that wrecked through his weakened body. You quickly put the food down before embracing him tightly, quick to soothe his worries with your touch whilst he cried. "It's okay.... I became the Aeon of Salvation to save you, it's the deal that saved your life." You hummed, before reaching over to grab some food for him to eat. Yanqing took a grateful bite and munched on it tearfully, before stopping and giving you a blank stare as your words processed in his dazed mind.

".... You are what now...?"

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A/N: Okay, so I didn't know how to end this... but I hope you guys still like it! It's also been a long while since I've been able to post more than once in day and it feels great haha!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr #hsr fanfic

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"All it took was one impulsive kiss. But that's another story."

@haiseiscute333 @sunshines-child

“Wait. Is this serious?” Nico asked, those beautiful brown eyes looking up at Aeon with a hopeful and excited expression.

“It’s not for their local show though. It’s for their performance in Melbourne, Australia. If you’re fine with that, I already have flight tickets and a hotel booked. I also checked with your manager to make sure that it doesn’t have any conflict with your schedule,” Aeon explained, passing to him printed documents of all that he booked.

As if it were possible, Nico’s eyes widened further in shock as he looked through them. VIP tickets to the concert, first class seats on the plane and an executive suite? Holy-! Nico didn’t need to see any receipts to know how much all of these cost.

“I’ll pay you back,” Nico said.

Aeon shook his head, reaching forward to gently push Nico’s hair back. “This is my gift to you. The concert is happening on your birthday week.”

It was? Nico looked down at the concert ticket details. It was! And… Aeon wanted to celebrate it with him.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Aeon murmured, genuinely concerned as Nico suddenly stopped breathing, looking overwhelmed suddenly.

Nico wasn’t sure what came over him, his body moving before his mind could process his actions. By the time his rationality caught up with him, he had already leaned over, his lips firmly pressed against Aeon’s. His hands that were cupping Aeon’s cheeks at that moment could feel the man trembling slightly in his arms, prompting Nico to let him go with a flustered look.

“You… You didn’t have to do that,” Aeon said slowly, one of his arms slipping around Nico’s waist, preventing him from completely pulling away. “I wasn’t expecting anything when I gifted these to you. I just wanted to make you happy.”

“And I am,” Nico said.

With a shuddered breath, he pressed himself closer to the older male, Aeon’s arm reflexively tightening around him. He looked directly into those gorgeous emerald green eyes, and shuddered at what he saw. They had always been filled with affection and adoration when they looked at him, but at that moment, there was hunger in their depths. Raw desire. Warmth pooled in his stomach as he saw his own desire being reflected in them.

“I just wanted to kiss you too,” Nico admitted, ripping out a guttural moan from Aeon’s throat at the admission. “I still want to. Real bad. Can-”

Soft lips captured Nico’s lips in a searing kiss before he could finish his statement. For the record, Nico was by no means a virgin. He had been intimate with his partners in the past, so he knew what to do with his mouth. Or so he thought. For a virgin, Aeon didn’t kiss like one. He devoured Nico’s lips like he was on a mission to mark it as his. He took away Nico’s breath, as if it was his own. As if he was a dying man and the breath from Nico’s lips were his only salvation. He kissed… with the raw desire of a man who was finally being granted to act on his innermost desire.

“I’ve wanted this for years,” Aeon breathed raggedly against his lips, out of breath. Nico was surprised to find out that he was too. “Wanted you for years.”

Nico gulped. “Then why did you stop?” He asked.

Before Aeon could reply, he connected their lips once more, matching the other’s earlier passion. One of his hands slipped to the back of his partner’s head, clutching onto a fistful of hair while his free hand cupped the back of Aeon’s neck, pulling him closer. His lips parted open, his tongue slipping out to tentatively caress Aeon’s plush lips, coaxing them to part for him. He didn’t even register Aeon pulling him close, or himself straddling Aeon on the couch, his attention entirely on the movement of their lips, of the tentative caresses of their tongues that was becoming bolder by the second. Nico didn’t think he had ever wanted anyone so much as he wanted the man before him right now. He wanted Aeon. Entirely.

“Stop pulling away,” Nico complained when Aeon pulled back a second time. He chased after him, lightly biting down on his lower lip.

“We have to stop.” Nico shuddered at the tone of Aeon’s voice. “You’re… provoking me.”

Nico blinked, opening his eyes that he didn’t even realize he closed at some point. The desire in Aeon’s eyes were much prominent now, his hands gripping Nico’s thin waist to the point of bruising. Nico flushed slightly as he realized what Aeon meant as, when he leaned back, he felt something against his thighs.

With a playful smile, he shifted slightly in his lap, pressing their bodies closer together.

“I’m doing it with that intention in mind,” Nico whispered, brushing his lips gently against Aeon’s. “Please. Can I have you? Will you have me?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Nico,” Aeon replied, taking his lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly. “Once I have you, I have no intention to let you go.”

“Then don’t.” Nico himself was tired of letting go. He wanted to keep. He wanted to be kept. “Have me.”

A low growl was his only response before Aeon swept him into his arms, carrying him towards the man’s - their shared - bedroom.

#ceo! aeon x celebrity! nico #yeah let's go with that for now #aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackson

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Panacea

Chapter 4: The last remnant of epics (Second Half)

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned blood, violence. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: 1k8

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

This is a forgettable story about a kamikaze squad who spotted the perpetual tarnishment in the Yaoqing's military. Their remarkable contributions went silent and fell into oblivion, leaving the dying remnant in the endlessly spiral abyss. When the salvation arrow rode the East wind to land its target, everything crumbled and crumbled; everything went ashes, went ashes.

In the dead of night, where celestial bodies crown the navy sky, it was supposed to be a tranquil atmosphere, but five vibrant people animatedly boozed en masse. The tangerine bonfire crackled under their shins and ablaze on their features as the spicy alcohol weaved at the collision.

"Bottom-up!" - exclaimed the dark-haired girl who initiated the party.

While other teammates gulped down the tipsy liqueur, you stared at the glassy liquid glittered in your metal mug at hand motionlessly. Bathing in the moist coastal breeze of May, you concluded your last summer would end sooner or later when considering the length of a grievous journey. Suddenly, a cozy palm lightly tapped your shoulder to prevent the whirled thoughts, his radiant heat effectively anchored in your mind.

"You are spaced out. Are you alright?" - A genuine concern laced in a voice as the flame flickered at those cerulean eyes, and Pumpkin - the gang's hunting dog, snugging its wet nose beside to join your view simultaneously. You merely shook your head to imply no engagement in conversation and drank up the spirit. Huang Yuan possessed a pair of miracle orbs because whenever you sought his irises, they twinkled more than any stars you knew, and their azure hue was far more distant than any sapphire sky. Perhaps that was a manifestation of a young prodigy since things always coursed as he had planned and regularly scored full marks but lost in stealing the neighborhood's guava. It was as if things had just happened yesterday, as if the two of you lay on green grass, watching the kites that rode on the gusts of a windy hill. Huang Yuan chewed a frond of vervain in his mouth with its violet petals wriggled in rhythms.

"Do you know Aeon Avikili? I wish to follow his path when Denizen of Abundance III ends." - the boy mouthed swiftly after a long silence while his fingers twiddled the string, fluffy bangs tenderly brushed his forehead. In your view, Huang Yuan was a gifted child whose performance was outstanding to his peers in every aspect.

At the time, you wondered why Yuan's kite seemed the highest one that flew skyward despite your tethers sharing the same length. In childhood at a rural orphanage, you two befriended Irene and Zi Wen, who always complained about his fleeting dreams regardless of your camaraderie. Huang Yuan also often asked about your dreams that you quickly dismissed because of the lack of desire for anything.

Time flew like the kite's swing that year when the four of you enlisted in the military. Being a part of the "Devourers of Abominations'' project may be an honor in exchange for estrangement and isolation. Your team was infamous because of its monstrous potency and extraordinary abilities. People said that twenty elite warriors of Devourers of Abominations were equivalent to the top-notch legion, which possessed a mass devastating force that could destroy a country. But alas, the members eventually were reduced to five due to handling the bloody frontlines and mostly courtesy of their power's shortcomings. They had gone through several commanders since your team served different positions, from marine to pilots, and your interim administrator was Imbibitor Lunae of Luofu.

The night before arriving on the mainland, you were in charge of a night shift. Generals of Xianzhou declared to end this interminable war at a blockage area called the Reed Hill. It was a wonderful day after another white night to gaze at the silvery moonlit glaring upon the vast sea until dawn. The morning sun flashed with a gentle coral color that rode leaping waves afar, causing a glittering band on the horizon. Sea breezes lifted seagulls' swings hovered around the dewy firmament on the flicker sunrise.

"I don't like this weather because it usually brings dreadful storms." - stated Jia Xi, who abruptly appeared on the deck with his signature crossed arms. Perhaps it was a bestowed skill of the innated navigator when prophecied through the wind stream. Whatever it was, you expected to see him mounting on white waves to live up to his ideal model. Although forecasting the horrendous future, you could tell a tiny hint of interest that lived in his eyes. Jia Xi seemed unbothered to your response as he added - "Should any contingency occur, you are eligible to shelter at my humble house. Its location is at Luofu beyond the Faery forest." Among the remaining members of Devourers of Abominations, Jia Xi was the oldest person, so he unknowingly ended up with a motherly ethos, and you probably know what he was talking about. As though it was a natural rule, Jia Xi's time nearly lies at the other waist of the hourglass. Those salty winds could not neutralize the laced bitterness in that line; therefore, you considered those words like his will.

You two did not have things to converse on that morning, mainly viewing dawn on the quiet sea.

As soon as your squad set foot on the mainland and started camping troops, the tricky duo Inrene-Zi Wen spread out and found two superfluities or at least that was your assumption. Zi Wen, who dreamed of being a sublime veterinarian, brought a stray wounded dog, and Irene, who always wanted a photography studio, brought a broken camera from a nearby junkyard. However, much to Zi Wen's dismay, Pumpkin - he named the stray dog - grew a fondness toward you more than anyone else, even if you seldom pat its head. As for the old Polaroid, Irene's effort did not go to waste when the whole of your team heard her thunderous exclamation on a yellowish afternoon. Consequently, the five of you assembled at the Light Sanctuary ruin, or in other words, she technically dragged you out.

Initially, you insisted on taking the photo and refused to partake in the camera, notwithstanding its automatic system. However, Huang Yuan cleverly draped his arm around your shoulder to prevent you from escaping. As a result, the photo consisted of four teammates grinning joyfully while you reluctantly gave two peace signs toward the camera's lens.

"So, whoever is alive after this incessant war will hold this photo!" - Irene cheerfully beamed and waved the flat thing as printing completed. To your cognition, you saw no point in her high hopes because Devourers of Abominations would vanish after the RPF-910 operation finished. Eventually, the squad elected Captain Huang Yuan to keep the low-quality photograph temporarily since he owned the peak possibility of survival.

Underneath that artistic afternoon sky, a small smile subconsciously stretched on your lips when they discussed the upcoming supplies. The tricky duo was undoubtedly troublesome, yet you dearly love them, and the last summer.

"You know what? Only if I close my eyes, I envision our wedding." - The softening whisper of Irene woke you up from the lingering past. At first thought, you surmised she was drunk, yet mischief flashed in Irene's orbs at glimmering ambers. The cheap fireworks exploded in the dark sky that Jia Zi lit, seemingly embroidered on her face. You let out a light chuckle before leading her to swirl around.

"Say, You want me to be your groom on behalf of Zi Wen instead of a bridesmaid, milady?" - Apparently, her sentence indued with magic since you could fantasize about an exquisite cathedral with a high ceiling, which redolent of white flowers.

"He is an awful dancer. On top of that, a black tuxedo suits you well."

Despite everything finally evaporating like A Midsummer Night's Dream, it was still one of the most marvelous dreams you have ever had.

It was abnormal to request an urgent audience with the commander at this hour, but witnessing Imbibitor Lunae still strategizing the diorama was even more shocking. Without further ado, Huang Yuan started.

"Greeting your majesty, I demand a changing position with Vice-captain Bai Lin." Confronting a living legend of the Luofu, he sensed an intangible pressure burdened on his shoulder as Dan Feng's emerald gaze swept through. He comprehended that it was nearly impossible to reallocate the responsibility, yet Huang Yuan daresay his petition to prevent the forthcoming turmoil.

Every nation has a deadly secret, including Xianzhou Yaoqing. The military had a suicide squad that acquired such limitless strength with tremendously regenerated abilities on battlefields that they called them monsters. And they treated them like monsters.

Ere an excellent doctor who handled the chief researcher chair, he developed an imaginary project according to Yaoqing's order. To give birth to a group of unripped heroes, Doctor Chen Yue Guang opted for numerous juveniles from pilot orphanages and initiated the "Devourers of Abominations" project. In order to attain the desired goal, they conducted the majority of the surgery for modifying those selected living organisms. More specifically, the lead researcher group removed the guinea pigs' spinal cord completely and utilized "Galatic Trace" to become the substitutional function of the mentioned part. "Galatic Trace" merely was a florid term that Chen Yue Guang named, and its intrinsic esse was a derivative of their self-synthesized radioactive substance. Besides, Dr. Chen replaced the experimental organism's heart with a mini reactor to operate the artificial spinal cord properly. However, these were just an abstract of their research project because hundreds of tacit failures remained unlisted.

As a result, the Devourers of Abominations' warriors acquired incredible strength and unparalleled prowess because they could not sense pain, so they feared nothing. They even possessed constantly regenerated capability, which allowed them to alleviate medical burdens.

An undead legion true-in-words.

However, there were also lethal shortcomings to quid pro quo. Firstly, it shrunk the experimental organism's longevity tremendously, and the immortals, or Foxian/Vidyadhara, and similar races manifested a high chance of rejection. Therefore, ordinary people who had the shortest lives even become ephemeral identities. Researchers estimated the average longevity of Devourers of Abominations did not exceed thirty.

Secondly, those soldiers also heavily depended on inhabitor serum to prevent the post-rejection process and to compress their berserk attribute. Once a member surrendered their sanity to become a berserker whose state was considered a mortal's Mara-Struck. The sole way was to get the Vice-captain to destroy their mini reactor humanely.

Thirdly, they had to act solitary and minimize communication with other teams at the lowest rate because radioactivity may impact stakeholders. Even though the project's developers claimed Devourers of Abominations did not emit radiation, they needed to wear protective gear in case of inevitable contact with other people. As a consequence, no one ever got a chance to see Devourers' faces.

Nobody can pinpoint whether Yaoqing's authorities are right or wrong, ethical or inhumane because it is warfare. National benefits are always top priorities.

Notes: It took me too long to complete this chapter, and the whole story might be on a short hiatus due to my thesis. I will attempt to complete Panacea at the quickest speed. Happy New Year to everyone <3

#honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #hsr fanfic #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #dan feng x reader #dan feng x you #dan feng fanfic #hsr dan feng #hsr dan feng x reader

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queen-of-empathy · 4 months

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Inferno

I was writing history

I didn’t care

the signature of our bleeding feet

signed us off to where?

the kind of breadcrumbs

that won’t leave us starving

follow me to the heart of things

under this armour

left naked, ashamed

of our heavenly bodies

what was left to do but pray

for salvation

how many lower circles

to revolve in

before we are forgiven

how many aeons left

before we forgive ourselves

#female poets #female writers #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #original poets on tumblr #original poem #original poetry #quotes #poetry #poem #love poem #inferno #dante’s inferno

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chaoticfemme-art · 2 months

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Salvation Angels - 3/4 Aeon Logos and Zoê – the Syzygy of Word and Life

Based on: Salvation by Kay F. Atkinson

#artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #digital art #angels #biblically accurate angel #syzygy #aeon #logos #zoe

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qbdatabase · 1 year

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Check out these five titles to try next! The vibes are: snarky underdog protagonist(s) leveraging a fresh and fascinating magic system to Get What They Want, in a city that may as well be a character on its own 📖 🧙‍♂️ 🌃

Full list of titles, authors, and blurbs below the cut!

The Never Tilting World by Rin Chupeco

Generations of twin goddesses have long ruled Aeon. But seventeen years ago, one sister’s betrayal defied an ancient prophecy and split their world in two. Now two sisters must heal their broken world–no matter the sacrifice it demands …

The Merciful Crow by Margaret Owen

Fie abides by one rule: look after your own. Her Crow caste of undertakers and mercy-killers takes more abuse than coin, but when they’re called to collect royal dead, she’s hoping they’ll find the payout of a lifetime.

The Gilded Wolves by Roshani Chokshi

Treasure-hunter Séverin calls upon a band of unlikely experts: An engineer with a debt to pay. A historian banished from his home. A dancer with a sinister past. And a brother in arms if not blood. What they find might change the course of history–but only if they can stay alive.

The Last Sun by K. D. Edwards

Rune Saint John, last child of the fallen Sun Court, is hired to search for Lady Judgment’s missing son, Addam, on New Atlantis, the island city where the Atlanteans moved after ordinary humans destroyed their original home.

There Will Come a Darkness by Katy Rose Pool

For generations, the Seven Prophets guided humanity―until one hundred years ago, when the Prophets disappeared. All they left behind was one final, secret prophecy, foretelling an Age of Darkness and the birth of a new Prophet who could be the world’s salvation . . . or the cause of its destruction.

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super indulgent and HIGHLY specific and also a lil fucked up but pspspspsps luocha and/or yaoshi rpers cmere teehee

Yaoshi taking on Luocha's form (as if they're not already uncannily similar) to try and get close to Jing Yuan because ??? just look at him. look at how valiantly he fights and sacrifices himself. look at how he mourns. look at his pain and agony and grief and how selfless he is. is it so surprising they deeply desire to give him salvation?

Jing Yuan, when they're alone -- or heck, in public -- drawing his glaive on them, confronting them because he knows -- how could he not? his eye feels like it's on fire, the power bestowed upon him by the Reignbow Arbiter heightens his instincts and ripples through his veins and it is almost as if Lan themself is standing behind him, guiding his arm to point at Yaoshi-Luocha.

"Your abomination says the thought of a person killing an Aeon is laughable... Why don't we put that to the test?"

and yet before any further words can be exchanged, Jing Yuan is beheading the vessel, or impaling it on his blade and lifting it into the air, nothing but cold contempt in his eyes for the fake.

#ask to tag #//wishing star; (WISHLIST)#//immortal; (OOC)#this is the worst idea i've had on this blog but HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO it's tasty #honestly this is so thought out in my head that it could possibly be better as a comic

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100.4

Wild that Kekkai Sensen took a turn for the Catholic at the end but i shouldn't be surprised seeing as Trigun was Catholic the whole time. Though by ep3 it was rather clear that my estimartion "durararara + loveccraft" was incorrect and kekkai sensen is properly elevator pitched as "Durararara + the anime film Hells." speaking of which ive let yall go by two halliweens without subjecting yall to hells and Adam progrenitor of mankind vbeing a himbo and wifeguy and Winslow leech is there but a hot babe and you will cry over frankenjesyus. the one and only unbegotten daugjter of God is a realone tm. Ok but bay right Kekkai Sensen fumn m i like very much. also also isn't being called "KIng of debauchery " just "wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" as a job? and how is living deliciously evil ; im no antimaterial dualist valentian so as long as living mas doesn't hurt others i think tis fine to embrace living life in a way that is actually fun and happy for if God created the heavens and the earth, shant we ddliht in it??? Yall gett

Ing gnostic out there and i can smell it like wearing mudni gh t blue to a black tie party yer shiiiiiiinin'.

Which os mot to say that im a accuwsing Nightow of propagating the doctrine of the aeons hidden by yaldabaoth,s false creation and salvation from physical ecistabce through the knowledge of aeon sophia as evidenced and realuised through abstemiousness and self torture. no one could accuse the creator of Nicholas Bigolas Dickolas Wolfwood of that. I dont even think his works are in dialogue with that since the duality of man as embodied and played out by twins integral to the theming in both trigun and kekkaisensen and it is in itself an ectremely mortal dilemmam, relying on mankind itself to provide both damnation and salvation even when the supernatural is present. thank you for coming to my femt talk.

Klaus is still my favourite character but his name doesn't slant-rhyme with ted so i had to do it for the joke. Shoutout to the betch who lives deliciously though:can't wait to watch season two tomorrow. i cant die when i wanna know what happens. And I cant die if there is a chance I'll see sweet little puffed shiitake obi nNrjej again.

addebndum correction there is no way i should call breing king of the live mas mentality a job. that bisaster does not have jobs. he has lufestyles and passions but god forbid employment.

Edit edit edit if you're so bored all the time why don't you try getting a job at a non-exploded burger joint anf find out how the proletariat lives. Lost skeleton of cadavra gif insert i sleep now spooky font

#kekkai sensen #gnosticism

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Cyberpunk 2077: Johnny is Pistis Sophia

Disclaimer: I wrote my analysis based on Book I. XI Volume of Nag Hammadi Studies, edited by Schmidt, C. and translated by Macdermot, V. in 1978. I'm not a Gnostic and I don't have credentials in this matter. For terminology I've placed links to outside sources.

Basics first.

Pistis Sophia, aside of being an abandoned hotel in Cyberpunk 2077, is a Gnostic text, supposedly written between 3rd and 4rd centuries AD. It's divided into four books, with only first two directly following each other, and academics are convinced the whole content comes from multiple sources.

The text's title is also a name of feminine Aeon who ought to form a pair with another to become Syzygy (Syzygoi), which in Greek means "conjunction, yoked together"…

And that's where plot of Cyberpunk comes to play.

Pistis Sophia fell into disgrace after or simultaneously being deceived by Authades, masculine Aeon, who grew jealous of Sophia's will to worship the Light rather than continuing the known ways of Aeons. Authades' doings led Sophia into realm of Chaos, in hopes she loses power. How? By manipulating Sophia to transform into Syzygy on her own. As you can probably guess, it went wrong. Horribly wrong. Luckily, someone heard Sophia's call and rescued her.

Now let's look at our rockerboy, Johnny Silverhand. From TTRPG and 2077's lore we know he deserted from military and spent whole three months in the hotel Pistis Sophia, eyes fixed on a fan and scruffy ceiling. Robert John Linder back then, he named himself Johnny Silverhand and swore to be someone new. Except he, just like Sophia, was completely alone at this very moment. It's no secret we humans are the worst judges when it comes to ourselves, our existence is dependable on others. Johnny's not an exception.

Therefore, all Silverhand's royal fuck-ups are no secret. His life, even post mortem, is c-h-a-o-t-i-c with capital C.

Aeon I mentioned before, Pistis Sophia, received help from — better buckle up, chooms — Jesus Christ. The catch is: she had no idea it was him. Sophia prayed all the time* for help to the Treasury of Light, not knowing it belongs to the same deity. That's literally the only reason she found salvation in the first place.

If we look at the relationship between Johnny and V, technically speaking they're the same person. Johnny saves V all the time… or does he? After finally reading that Gnostic text on my own — I'd say it's the other way around.

Johnny Silverhand is Pistis Sophia, while V is Jesus Christ to him.

Think about it. Johnny has I, me, myself attitude. He's socially awkward and arrogant, I could almost swear for sometime of the story he'd rather be returned to Mikoshi than to admit to anyone V affects him (*coughs* Panam's story line *coughs*). Doesn't change much even during that segment of Tapeworm quest.

Johnny's convinced it is HIM who HELPS us, it is HIM who CHANGES us, it HIM who PLAYS Pistis Sophia scenario in front of our eyes. What he does forget is that he and V are the same person to the rest of the world.

Moreover, unfortunately for Johnny, he's not completely honest with not just us, but himself in his former hotel room. He hadn't found his Light yet, and he's scared. The first thing he does after V surrenders their body, is getting himself wasted. Conversation with Rogue seems to be an afterthought. What I really appreciate about this moment, is how V knows it isn't going to end well for their health, yet agrees to help. They call Johnny out on his bullshit later, but y'know… holding someone accountable for wrongdoings can be an act of love.

If it wasn't for V, Johnny most likely would still "sleep" in Mikoshi, not able to reunite with old friends, without any chance to try redeem himself. V got Silverhand out of a really dark place, similarly to Christ towards Sophia.

When visiting Oil Fields, shall you pick the line "Here likes Johnny Silverhand, the guy who saved my life", after a moment of thoughtful silence Johnny responds "V… You don't know how much I want that to be true". He knows the reality is different. He accepts it, wishing he actually helped us like we helped him. Feels grateful and sincere. At least I interpreted his [body] language that way.

But because it's Cyberpunk, we can only dream of happy ending for everyone involved.

*"You're fuckin' closest to me by a long shot. There twenty-four seven. And yet… You don't seem to hate my living guts." — Johnny Silverhand, 2077.

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