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dancingrain9625 · 1 year

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Couldn't stop thinking of your Imposter!reader AU, a cycle of needless murde

Tws for caps

Imagine Imposter!Reader who justbreaks and centers their entire identity around being the imposter who revives again and again.

"Memento Mori" they start calling themselves, ignoring or forgetting the name they claimed was theirs to everyone. The name others still call them by until they just give up. (Does anyone keep using their human name?)

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, you monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

"The Creator made me for Teyvat, and I will serve it just the way their Grace told so."

("no you weren't you're not from this world that's NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE THAT'S NOT TRUE-")

"Look at how I die again and again! Proof mankind has needed an outlet to sin onto since it's very start, and an outlet your Creator gave."

"Nobody is without sin, be it the infants or the elderly. So come to me. Save yourself. Save those around you. Purify yourself through me."

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

("Schadenfreude," Mondstadtian's outside their cult, and then the rest of the world calls them, "Memento Mori, God of Schadenfreude.")

But what about Teyvat's view on this?

Who just accepts the Imposter as somebody who they can do anything to without consequences? Who just takes it as the Imposter being delusional? Who is perfectly fine with this? Who isn't okay with this? Who accepts the idea of the Imposter calling themselves a god and who doesn't?

Does anyone try to implement laws to protect the Imposter? Does anyone try implementing laws that make doing whatever you want to the Imposter more legal?

Does a religion or even a cult surrounding the fake god ever form? Kind of hard to disapprove that idea of them being even somewhat divine when they don't stay dead me thinks. What would their followers philosophies or religious beliefs be?

Btw even if Memento decided to fully embrace their imposterhood/godhood, I don't see their pain tolerance getting better. They scream when tortured as horribly as they did the find time around. They cry and sob just as much as they did their first death. If they're dying but alive they writhe and flail their limbs, making just as much noice. Their pain never numbs unless alcohol or other means of reducing pain is in place.

Now imagine if the reader held a notebook they wrote within since ending up in Teyvat. A diary that they abandoned once they mentally broke. A diary that miraculously enough is perfectly undamaged. Writing wholly legible. One where they wrote about how amazing it is they woke up in a piece of fictional media (assuming they're from Planet Earth and were a Genshin Player that is.), the excitement of meeting their favorite characters, notes of being scared for their life, wanting to go home back from where they came and wishing they never played Genshin Impact, denouncing their love for the characters they loved in plenty of detail.

"My name is [name]." Is scrawled again and again in one particular page.

"I'm not an imposter I just look like their god. I'm [name] Im [name] [name] [name] [name]-" the rest of the page is their name over and over again.

Of course, when inquired about the notebook, Memento will claim it's unfamiliar to them and that they've always been on Teyvat, they've always been the Imposter, and they ABSOLUTELY were handmade by the Creator for Teyvat to break again and again like children throwing tantrums with their toys, please cease your silly games now!

Though this begs the question of who gets possession of the notebook after Reader breaks.

Say, what does the Creator think of the Imposter, before and after they becomes Memento Mori?

And who/what is responsible for the Reader always resurrecting after Death. If it's a person who did it, do they ever put a stop to their resurrection and finally let Reader stay dead or do they let Reader keep dying and reviving as always. For what reason do they do either? For what reason did they not let Reader stay dead in the first place?

Do the Creator take action regarding the Imposter or do they leave them alone?

But if it's not a person but a something keep Reader resurrecting what IS that something and is it possible for it's ability to keep Reader up after deaths ever run out?

First. LIKE DAMN DUDE you pretty much wrote it for me!

But I'm more than happy to expand on your idea! I think it's very cool.

Memento Mori

Remember that you I must die

Those two words held little meaning in the world of Teyvat. At least until you arrived.

"I am Memento Mori, God of Sin and Purification."

The biggest lie you had ever told. Yet one that was impossible to refute. Could they not see how no matter how it was done, no matter who had done it. You would return all the same.

At first, everyone had taken your words as the mere ramblings of a dead man walking. But as the people of Teyvat continued to kill you over and over again your words seemed to be all the more true.

It was a slow but sure process. The views the people had on you changed. They no longer looked upon you with deep hatred but rather a morbid curiosity.

"Are I not the Imposter of your God? One who is no person? Are you not without sinful desire? Are you not permitted by your God to do what you wish to me, the Imposter, the sin of man incarnate? Why don't you push that onto me? Push all your evils, your wicked thoughts, your monstrous wishes onto me. I will take in your sin and you will be more holy for it."

No one believed you at first. As you shouted those words from the middle of Liyue Harbor the people were hesitant to kill you. Especially if you were asking for it.

But all it took was a single person. A single Yaksha. Poor sweet Xiao. His karmic debt-burdened him deeply. Wouldn't you help alleviate that pain?

You smiled as you helped Xiao steady his spear. Pointing it straight at your heart.

"Come Xiao. Allow me to carry the burden you've been forced to bear all this time."

Your smile remained as his weapon pierced through your skin yet the pain was unbearable. Still the same as when he had done it the first time oh so long ago. But it didn't matter. That feeling was nothing compared to the triumph you had just achieved. Did killing you alleviate Xiao's debt?

You didn't know. You didn't care.

But things had finally begun to change in Teyvat. But it was unbearably slow. Whether your plan worked or not didn't change the people's suspicion. Especially of those in power. Still, that didn't change that the domino effect had started.

First, it was one person. Then it was a handful. Then a crowd. Then a town. The people would come to you in lines. They'd each come up to you hoping to have their sin's forgiven. And who were you to deny them. This was your job. What you were created for. (Or so you'd say)

Still, you were bored with the slow progression. So you took drastic measures.

"Kaeya, Surely the regrets of your time as a spy still burden you? How you're actions resulted in your father's death."

"Raiden, don't you wish for a dreamless sleep where you don't see your sister's face?"

"Zhongli, don't you feel a fraction of guilt for putting your people in such danger with Osial. Not to mention how you've treated poor Xiao."

Perhaps you had gone a bit too far with what you told a few people, but it's what they deserved. And low and behold, someone you weren't quite expecting was found at your knees.

As you stared at the Geo Archon who knelt before you it took much willpower to stiffen your smile. Oh how he pleaded to use you so that he might cleanse himself. And over the next days you’d find different people at your feet.

Ninguang.

Jean.

Diluc.

Venti.

Ei.

The list went on and so your place in this world had become solidified. The process of killing you had become something of which only the most worthy could do. Each nation making laws that forbid your killing without those in power’s consent.

Things had finally seemed to be going your way. The people had even begun to call you by the name Mori. Worshiping you as the god you claimed to be. Of course there were still those that doubted your godly hood but with no evidence to prove otherwise they kept their mouths shut.

At least until the Lady Guuji had come across a notebook while searching your room during your stay in Inazuma.

The book was filled with your thoughts on each and every person in Teyvat. It was evident that you had started this journal only once you had taken your position of power but it was none the less completely full of information. Each page filled to the brim with drawings and notes.

Eventually as Yae looked through the pages she stumbled on one that focused on you. It wasn’t like the others all it said was

I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM I’M NOT THEM

The words continued endlessly as they were sprawled onto the page before ending with

I want to go home.

Written in a red ink that stained the nearby pages. Yae kept her discovery to herself as she carefully put the book back where she found it. As she snuck back to the shrine all she could think about was what her Creator thought about all this.

They were very amused.

The Creator watched on with a twisted interest from on high. They had planned to return you home oh so long ago but… this plan of yours… it was far too entertaining. Surely you wouldn’t mind if they kept you around a little longer.

They didn’t quite get it but when the creator looked upon you and what you had done…

They couldn’t help but want to see what happens next.

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Hope I did your ask some justice.

Thanks for Reading.

#genshin impact #sagau #imposter sagau #angst #imposter

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plantboiart · 18 days

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Okay i have now finished relistening to all of blood in the bayou and I /didn’t/ cry (got close when rand hugged kian but i stayed strong) but here are some thoughts about the final episode!

The reveal with Rolan is still so fucking good. Like. Charlie did such an amazing job foreshadowing it without ever actually giving it away, which is exactly what you want from a plot twist, it’s phenomenal and makes so much sense in universe as well

Charlie describing the kian monster as “the thing that once was kian stone” numerous times is like… insane to me /pos. Because yeah, it really was. It was kian. It wasnt the original, but it was as much kian as rolan was rolan. And they couldnt forget that even if it would have been easier to

Okay sure focusing on keeperschampion for a second I GUESS (/silly i promise i love them) rolan jumping in front of rand? Rolan at 1 hp risking death to protect rand? He loves him so much and its so obvious and whether that’s platonic or romantic i DONT CARE they’re just so special

Kian’s corpse and coming back and shit… god i just so desperately need to understand how aware the corpses are. Because they’re not fully dead. Charlie makes that very clear, they pulse and move and even if they could never be described as alive anymore, they are not dead either. And him describing the sound kian makes as “pleading”? God fucking ow

Rand giving Kian his jacket… Rand hugging Kian… god ow ow OW /pos

Okay to be. Somewhat salty for a second. It genuinely feels like some bitb fans just did not actually listen to episode four with how they treat kian. Like its insane to me that people are able to reduce his character to just comedic relief rockstar or whatever when he lied to his friends for over a decade so they wouldnt think differently of him and you dont even need to read into that too deeply to see the self hatred and trust issues that clearly implies, and. Listen. Keeperschampion fans. I get you. I get it. But PLEASE give some attention to Kian still??? Like he’s 1. Canonically bisexual and 2. CANONICALLY HAS A THING FOR ROLAN. Like that’s not. How can you write a queer bitb story and ignore those facts? I dont get it. Like i just dont. Okay rant over i swear i love rand and rolan and i think keeperschampion is a wonderful ship im just so tired of kian being constantly overlooked

Anyways yes most of these will focus on kian what did you expect. Kian hoping to find some kind of answers or help from religion when everything is happening. Like yes he turner to brother niles (is that how you spell that name idk) was because he was like more stable than most others but /still/. That guy has NOT gotten over being raised by cultist parents and it absolutely still affects his worldview even if he probably wishes it didn’t

Also i use the above as proof that whatever cult kians parents are in is a christian one. Like. Obviously not very traditional since hippies but still. I also just really want to go with that since i feel like the default assumption for most people is that theyre like wicca or neo-pagan or something similar and im just. Im so tired of paganism being the default cult religion in media. Like. Please. I just want to worship aphrodite and finnish nature spirits in peace without my religion being constantly combined with cults and shit. Well shit i went on another rant. Sorry guys i swear i dont mean to be this negative all the time sometimes shit just happens

I want to write an extremely painful hurt no comfort fic of kian getting caught and killed by the creatures while escaping from the community house.. i want to write it so bad…

Rolan sacrificing himself for rand AGAIN. Like bro we get it youre suicidal and in love with your best friends fucking chill

The encounter with the queen… rand planning to fucking suicide bomb her, it pretending to be rachel (at least thats how I interpreted it) to manipulate rand, the hive just being a hivemind of ecofascists, kian just fucking exploding, Rolan sacrificing himself for rand AGAIN AGAIN, the end god the end rand and rachel “you changed” “you didn’t”… pain

Thats. Probably it. Yeah. Im feeling fine and will now go lie down for an hour to process things (and. Maybe. Afterwards. I will write something because i have way too much inspiration)

#jrwi show #just roll with it #jrwi bitb #blood in the bayou #jrwi bitb spoilers #bitb spoilers #blood in the bayou spoilers

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weskerssunglasses · 24 days

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Hallo dear! Thank you for your amazing writing! I love that it is so accurate to their characters. I fell for Leon when I startet to play the game in 2007 and for the past 16 years I was all about Albert. But since I found your Tumblr here, reading all those things about Nikolai, that shook my RE world a bit up…so…can I request something about fem reader who is deeply committed to Wesker, years of work together, occasionally crossing the line of professional with sex. They are loyal to one another, maybe the closest thing to family he's able to. Now she meets Zinoviev due to some work stuff and they have their very own dynamic. Like, she's a brat - not with Albert, since he's just ignoring her, whenever she's acting up, she learned that - but the Russian mean-teasing the shit out of her, and things get heated. Somewhat.

Thanks for keeping them alive! Have a great day

AHHH im glad I got you hooked on the mean Russian!! Ngl this is kinda an idea I might write a whole fic for eventually... Anyways, went with Reader has been working with Wesker as a researcher for Umbrella and continued to work with him up until the events of RE5. Timeline is roughly somewhere around RE4 (wdym Nikolai died in RE3? :) I did change this a bit to at least the reader doesn't believe Wesker isn't loyal to her; if her thoughts are true are not can be up to you). Not proof read, forgive me for errors </3

Rating: sfw

TWs: N/A

Pairing(s): Wesker/Reader (mentioned), Wesker&Reader (mentioned), Nikolai/Reader

Albert Wesker, you are so fucking lucky I like you.

The way Wesker pitched this mission to you was simple; track down Nikolai Zinoviev, and do whatever you could to get your hands on the combat data of some new bio-engineered freak.

So far however, this mission hasn't been anything less than a massive pain in your ass.

First of all, not only did it take a week and a half alone to track down Zinoviev's contacts, you then had to trek through the middle of nowhere in some eastern european country you couldn't even pronounce the name of only to have to rigorously prove your identity and purpose for wanting to see him in more ways than you could count. It was like the international customs on steroids.

And what do you get for your troubles? A man who is ecstatic that your benefactor is willing to drop a quarter of a million dollars on a data report? Someone who is ready to drop the info and live in the lap of luxury until the money runs dry? A normal person?

Of course not; not in this industry. Instead, what you're met with is the most self-absorbed, arrogant, teeth-grinding irritating son of a bitch you'd ever had the misfortune of meeting. And that's saying something from a person who's spent the last decade working with Albert Wesker.

You're brought back from your thoughts by a calloused hand waving in front of your face. "Still with me?"

Your eyes cut away from the plush rug you're standing on to set a cold look on him. "Listen, do you want the money or not?"

"Of course! Money makes the world go 'round, but... what's in it for me?"

"Aside from $250,000?"

"How about some information on Wesker? I have some benefactors of my own who would love to know a little more about him." "Absolutely not," you bark, pathetically fast. "I understand you have no sense of loyalty, but I do."

Nikolai eyes you for a moment, his head slowly tilting. "And he would do the same for you, yes?" It catches you off guard, having the truth laid out so plainly before you. You want to say Wesker is every bit loyal to you as you are to him, but deep down? You know that isn't true. The second you weren't useful... the thought of the future keeps you up at night. Then again, what can you do? You're in too deep to back out now.

Nikolai takes your silence as a go-ahead to continue. "Loyalty is worth nothing. People put too much stock into it- it's delusional to think someone will follow you around like a puppy just because of something as weak as loyalty. No, only money can get you something like your ideal of loyalty... until a higher bidder comes along." He gives you a vaguely sleazy grin and takes a step closer to you, his eyes trailing over your body. "That being said... maybe there's another reason Wesker keeps you around." Rage flashes through your eyes, brief yet vengeful like a forest fire. "You don't know what you're fucking talking about," you snap, but the warmth in your cheeks takes away any intimidation factor you have.

"Defensive," Nikolai chides, snickering to himself, and then suddenly he's in front of you, his arms caging you in against the desk you're leaning on. His sudden proximity is doing no good for your embarrassment. You hate to admit it, but he is... more than a little attractive. He smells nice, too- gunpowder and pine trees, and good lord you want to punch him for it but that smirk-

What can you say? Your type is emotionally unavailable assholes, you suppose.

"All I meant was Wesker doesn't seem to keep his, ah, playthings, around for very long. What makes you so special?" Nikolai continues, clearly trying to goad a reaction out of you. You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off. "And, what I'm more curious about, is why a pretty thing like you puts up with him. Surely he doesn't really take care of you?"

"Oh, and you'd be better?" you bite, taking the bait without thinking. You've got an attitude- something which Wesker has more or less worked out of you, at least when it comes to him- but something about Nikolai brings it back full force. "You're talking an awful lot of shit for someone who'd cut his own mother for a quick buck."

"Awh, you don't trust me?" Nikolai teases, his gaze narrowing in ways that makes your stomach flip.

"No."

Nikolai grins, finally stepping away from you with his hands up. "Smart girl. No, I wouldn't be any better, but i'd be upfront with you about it.

"Shut up!" you bark, and this time it's you getting in his face. "I didn't come here to get play mind tricks with you, I'm here to cut a fucking deal. Either give me the combat data, or quit wasting my time."

"Brat," he muses under his breath, eyeing you like a hawk would a mouse. Despite that, he does look slightly impressed you have the nerve to speak to him like that. Slowly, he grins again, and his gaze turns appraising. "Hm, I do see why Wesker likes you," he huffs, and turns away from you, making a dismissive gesture. "Fine, I'll take your offer." He turns back to you, dangling a bag in his hands which you assume has the data inside.

When you reach out to take the bag, he hoists it out of your reach quickly. "Nikolai-"

"I'll take your offer on a condition."

You sigh, trying to chill the anger crawling under your skin, and put your hands on your hips. "What?"

"Give me your number."

You blink at him, your expression blank with surprise. "What?" you repeat, your tone incredulous.

"You heard me," he responds, his expression smug as he steps closer to you, holding out the bag as if it's a peace offering. "When Wesker eventually tosses you aside, you could benefit from a friend or two, no?"

God, you wanna kick his fucking teeth in. However, you're tired, you want to go home, you're tired of arguing, and now that the seed of doubt has been planted, you can't help but think he's right-

"Fine."

Finally, you're leaving, deal sealed, bag in hand, and Wesker $250,000 broker, when you hear Nikolai calling out after you.

"See you around, кукла"

#Wesker AND Nikolai lost focus and had a consensual work place relationship w/ you #For those unfamiliar he calls her 'doll' in Russian at the end. Upon some reading its considered condescending #“for someone you think is stupid but pretty”#and if thats not peak Nikolai I dont know what is #resident evil x reader #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil ask blog #anon ask #albert wesker #wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker x reader #nikolai resident evil #nikolai zinoviev x reader #nikolai zinoviev #nicholai ginovaef #nicholai resident evil

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purgemarchlockdown · 7 months

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im gonna force you to talk about the other pathetic girl muu kusunoki 13 18 27

Forcing me to talk about my other fav lets go- Worst Girls stay winning!

13. Your favorite friendship they have

What friends? Jokes aside I subscribe to the "Rei and Muu had some sort of fucked up toxic friendship and/or yuri" going on theory and I love them. What the fuck is wrong with these two? Why is Rei so perfect in Muu's mind that even when she turned everyone and herself into bugs Rei stayed human? Muu acts like she hates Rei and in After Pain Rei was portrayed in a more cold and uncaring but like- Muu to some extent believes that she should have been hurt...right?

But I guess some of it is my fault Maybe it’s ok as it is I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?

Admittedly I'm actually really familiar with this kind of manipulative tactic, if you make the other person feel personally responsible for your mental well-being they're more "willing" to stay. People don't like feeling responsible for the pain of others after all.

I would like to mention also that it's very possible for people to not be aware their doing this. Muu can both be suicidal and depressed AND be incredibly manipulative and self-destructive. Their not mutually exclusive.

I actually wonder if Muu utilized this a lot in her friendship with Rei. I have no Clear proof of this but considering how Muu tends to make herself pitiable, it does make me think.

Thats getting a bit off topic though- But I just need to know what kind of manipulative resentful friendship this was. I need to know Muu- What the fuck was wrong with you two? I hope its revealed they've been friends for ages and I can make No Children by The Mountain Goats their theme song.

(Admittedly it actually still fits them pretty well now but like- I want even more ammunition yknow)

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

I think she was pretty spoiled but also shy, like she had a lot of things but she was really easy to pick on to. Bit of a doormat but then realized that she could play up the pathetic factor to get people to do what she wants.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Shiori from rgu since their both horrible horrible teenagers who are very self-destructive and have a toxic yuri thing going on where they hate the other person but also can't let go of them. Their both so pathetic and horrible I Need to see them fight to the death.

#asks #Muu you horrible horrible teenager I love you so much

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spamgyu · 27 days

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Hi love,

Alright, I'll start off with this, the wonwoo fluff, girl, I hope you know that good fluff IS about the most mundane things and yeah, you got me all giggly while reading this one, so I'd say you're fucking good at writing fluff( as if your pretty boy series isn't enough proof of that).

Next, the Alex Kwon update, it's absolutely hilarious, but the way I can totally see this happening, like, alex having to pay them to stay away from Alex!yn and telling her they're all red flags. Also, Andrew, Sam and Chris not being on his close friends, loll, girl I was laughing reading them complain. The cutest thing though, the Alex or alex✨️ was so adorable and I loved the update, it felt like early compensation for the pain you're about to put us through with the hoshi idol angst.

Now, minghao with lv, god I've been wanting to see this happen for so long but oh god, ge looked so gooooood. Seeing him Jackson makes me so happy, I love seeing the members interact with their friends. You see, I have quite a weird connection, I started off as a bts and blackpink fan, got to know Jackson through namjoon and then svt through jungkook, so watching all these groups interact is like my source of happiness. When I tell you, I was over the moon seeing lisa and mingyu interact, they're absolutely hilarious, the way gyu looked so done with her while she seemed to have the time of her life annoying him. Sorry, I got distracted, the whole point is Hao looked absolutely fucking amazing in that denim on denim look.

Okay, I see people talking about how they can't afford to stan more then one group, and I totally get that, like I have serious brainrot because of stanning more than one group(can't say I regret it though). To give you an idea of how deep my brainrot runs, I stan 5 groups, 4 boy bands and 1 girl group. When I tell you that I'm rotting, I mean I genuinely am, because just one grp is enough to drive someone crazy and yet, I choose to do so with 5 groups. The fact that I started off as a cubic doesn't help my case either, because I was instantly drawn to these 13 men being unhinged. It's been years and I still haven't gotten used to this, and to be quite honest, idk if I ever will.

As for disconnected calls part 2, umm, I would actually love you even more if it was angst(just a personal opinion) but like, I can't guarantee I'll be alive to tell you how much I love it, because, well, cheol angst is one of my weaknesses, I can't say I've fully recovered from the pain from the 1st part and the apartment we don't share.

Anyway, how have you been?

hi omg – wow im so late replying buuuut

thank u i KDNWKD i think i think too much about fluff bc ??? idk ?? i hate cheesy things and i feel like people wont like what i think is cute so then i never actually go through with it but AHHH THANK U

alex kwon just dont want the boys annoying him in the gc bc lbr the guys wont ever comment or swipe up on Alex!yn bc like theyre dumb but theyre not pigs... anyways its alex's way of not wanting to show his lover boy side to the boys

i loooveeddd the denim look sm and i loooove when we get svt interactions with other idols (imo it humanizes them) anywaysss

KFNENF yeah i stan multiple groups and im mostly casual stan for all but svt (but tbh some carats may think im casual for svt bc i dont really go crazy with purchasing merch) anyways now that it's concert season my pockets are HURTING

LASTLY disconnected calls pt2 will be angst and maybe equally as painful as the apartment we wont share....... i havent fully written out ehe BUT NOTED

also i am.......... okay ish.... work is.... work and i am ....... surviving lmfaoooo

#spamasks

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halfagone · 1 year

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From Chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent

Death Record Institutes or Facilities:

Essentially, these places record the deaths of every person who has ever died, and they include facts such as any possible Taboos they might have committed or any other major mortal crimes. Theft and robbery would not count; assault and murder would. Even if you got away with such crimes in life, they have branded you in death.

These places also mark whether the dead had become a spirit or a ghost. All of this is for multiple reasons. 1) People who had died earlier than the rest of their family or friends could check in at a later time to find out if their loved ones are still alive or have passed on. 2) If serious accusations come about between two spirits who had known each other in life, you have irrevocable proof.

Ghosts can change their names in death, and sometimes they might even forget about their past. You cannot change these records, however. But… this also means if one were to possibly fake their death… they would not show up in a Death Record Institute. Which... might come into play in another fic later on.

I don't know that much about Death Note, but I guess? this is a bit inspired by that? I'm not entirely sure, but I though I ought to give it credit just in case.

If you like the idea, feel free to include it in your own fics! Eventually, I'll get to show what it actually looks like or how it actually functions, but for now, I thought I'd name drop it and see the reactions. Who knows, I might just get inspiration from you all too.

This is first included in chapter 43 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood. This post is subject to change assuming further chapters and storylines include this subject matter.

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What would Danny do for work?

I have a quick question to my fellow Danny Phantom fans... When you imagine Danny picking a career/job, what do you headcanon for him? And this is if he can't- for whatever reason- be an astronaut. This is a hypothetical question, it's not- like, going to affect any of my stories in the future or anything *chuckles nervously*

For me, it's always depended on the headcanon I choose for any particular story/AU. But that gets complicated when I have multiple headcanons that could offer opportunities for him.

For example:

Astrophysicist/Aerospace Engineer - He can't be an astronaut, but that doesn't mean he can't still do some kind of work that involves his love for space.

Engineer - In a similar vein, he could be a regular engineer. Especially if he takes after his dad, Jack, more and maybe even creates his own prototypes and inventions.

In a subset to engineer, in my story weekend wonders, Danny is majoring in biomedical engineering. This is because in this AU, the accident gave him chronic pain, and that's how he gained an interest in this field. This could also work great if he gets attention from the Justice League in a DP x DC crossover, or the Avengers in a DP x Marvel crossover; Danny could just as easily work with heroes who have disabilities or chronic pain from many decades of work as heroes. It helps that he personal experience with the same struggles, after all.

Translator - If you headcanon that Danny can understand a lot of languages (or maybe even them all) due to ghost speak, then Danny could totally use this to his advantage with work. Plus!! This offers many different avenues that could be used to your advantage. Want Danny to be connected to the UN in some way before debuting as Ghost King? Have him be a translator that works there. Want Danny to be busy often with his royal responsibilities/ghost fighting? Have him be a translator; he can work remotely or stay self-employed/on contracts.

Teacher - Danny doesn't have great experience with educational staff, so I could imagine him going into this field of work due to nothing but spite. And! He could teach ectobiology, or just ghosts in general. He could do so many topics: Biology, government, history, hell he could do a whole semester on how physics work in the Ghost Zone.

Blacksmith/Ironsmith - Okay, this one is more self-indulgent, but imagine if Pandora teaches him how to fight with a sword and then he gets obsessed with the sword itself that he wants to make one that's perfectly suited for him and this just dominos into going full-blown into this field. (Trade skills are still important, and sadly, don't get as much attention even when they can usually offer fairly decent pay without the thousands of dollars worth in student debt.)

Writer/Author - If you wanted him to be more artistic, he could be a freelance author/novelist or something similar. I feel like being an author would be one of the better choices for him because, again, if you were writing a story where Danny would be busy with a lot of other responsibilities, then he could largely work on his own schedule. Plus! I can totally imagine him hanging out in Long Now with Clockwork when his head is just full of ideas for a story but he wouldn't have the time to write it otherwise. So he kind of uses Long Now to get that time, but he can promise it's for a good cause, stop laughing, Clockwork!

Actor - I really love the concept of Danny being an actor, just for the laughs if nothing else. While this could be a pain if Danny does actually get famous, since that's a lot of media he would probably prefer not to deal with, the concept alone offers a great deal of shenanigans. And... if he does get a good movie deal, he could very well be set for life afterwards. He could be one of those one-hit wonders in television or something.

If anyone has other possibilities, feel free to add! My head is constantly spinning with even more ideas, I might just add some myself.

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DP/DC Week 2022: Day 5

“Have you come to stop me, heroes?” Unnamed villain number 24 of the week cackled with evil glee. His smile began to wane when he noticed the assortment of Justice League members standing around at the bottom of the podium, just… standing there. Watching him. More than one of them looked resigned, in fact. Superman looked a little tired, if the villain were being honest. Was the man not getting enough rest? And Wonder Woman! She looked so bored in his presence, the villain felt a little offended.

“Have you given up and accepted me as your new ruler?” He chortled with a wide smirk. That garnered no reaction either. In the corner of his eyes, he could see the beautiful, powerful Crown of Fire resting innocently upon its pedestal. Oh, how he longed to place it upon his head and showcase the strength of someone who was truly worthy-

“If you can put that crown on your head, and it actually stays,” Green Lantern began, lifting his hands in a peaceful gesture. “I will literally give you fifty- no, a hundred dollars.” Then, the Green Lantern crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the villain expectantly.

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DP/DC Week 2022: Day 3

When Bruce had opened the door to greet John Constantine, he had not expected to have a child suddenly thrust into his arms. He looked down at the boy, maybe two or three years old. The boy blinked back at him. Black hair, blue eyes.

He looked back at Constantine with alarm.

“He’s not yours,” Constantine reassured him with a roll of his eyes. “He’s a kid I work with. He’s usually a teenager but he got de-aged when we ran into this bi- witch, this witch.” Bruce sent Constantine a glare for his near mistake, propping up the young boy onto his hip. Strangely enough, the child didn’t seem to mind being held by a stranger, happily clutching Bruce by the neck with his small little hands. So cute.

Someone really needed to stop Bruce before he whipped out the adoption papers again.

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My #1 post of 2022

Danny's death mark/scar

I've seen a lot of renditions of this idea/headcanon that I absolutely adore, there are versions where it's on one of his hands, or even on his back. There are so many ways that it can be done, which I've always soaked up and enjoyed. But version of this hc that's really stuck with me is:

What if it was on his chest? Right over his heart?

In this version of the hc, that would mean all the power of the portal-which, again, is the equal to ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe- was directed towards his heart. This would instantly kill him, while all this power would simultaneously revive him. Causing him to become a halfa. You could even argue that that's why Danny is just that powerful. All that power was directed at his chest which, as most of us headcanon in the phandom, is where his core would also be located.

A lot of us have always argued that the reason that Danny is so much more powerful than Vlad, and growing in power so much quicker, is because his death was instantaneous. While Vlad's was slower and over the span of many years, most likely.

And if all the power of an entire different dimension was directed towards the creation of his core, how powerful would that make Danny?

This is a concept I'll likely introduce in down the rabbit hole (goes the throne) eventually, and it's an idea you'll see in !!SPOILERS!! chapter 34 of lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood.

But more than anything... I just like it for the angst :P

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I know I wasn't the person that originally asked about Giyuucore songs but that post caught my interest because you mentioned a lot of songs and some of my favorites👀

I'd really like to hear your thoughts on Gilded Lily! I've seen it taken in a couple different contexts online but idk anyone that listens to it. After Dark is another banger but I never considered thinking of it as Giyuucore. the same thing with Little Dark Age talk about blorbo, think about blorbo :)

also I listened to The Mute and The Missing Road for the tag you left on my one drabble and 😭 i see it so clearly with how so socially awkward little blorbo is

usually i think of my music taste as mainstream but not like. Popular mainstream yk? usually at least, since i started only really using spotify it kinda just Sticks with popular... (i just think the music i listen to its pretty all over the place) anyway-

Gilded Lily got me from the chorus haven't i given enough? giyuu gives his all yet still all the shit that happens to him and the people he loves... with him in mind the lyric reads as more a polite way of asking higher powers 'havent you taken enough from me?' yk?

always the fool with the slowest heart hes always behind his peers and misunderstood, negative feedback loop of hiding further in himself and straying further behind

but i know youll take me with you when he loves he gives a piece of himself, so when they're lost they take a piece of him with them i know ill take you with me the haori he so dearly cares for

we'll live in spaces between walls how ghosts are respected as existing in a third place, the border between life and death- how giyuu does something similar, as close as a ghost you can get without death- hes treats himself the same as the ghosts that haunt him

last lyric for gilded lily is manga spoliers and iirc youre an anime-only, so ill keep that one under wraps lmao

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After Dark is all dreams and broken memories, the echo-y voice and faraway sound of the piano all tinged with melancholy (probably shoulda put it with the sabigiyuu playlist lmao)

i see you, you see me - how pleasant, this feeling - the moment you hold me - i missed you, im sorry - ive given what I have - i showed you I'm growing - the ashes fall slowly - as your voice consoles me only alive in his dreams, the reprieve of being in sabito's arms hurts from its fleeting nature. his chance at trying to right his wrongs of being too weak, a demon's dying ashes as proof, sabito's voice (a faded memory of, distorted with unfamiliarity) telling him he doesnt need to prove himself of anything

as the hours pass - i will let you know - that i need to ask - before I'm alone - how it feels to rest - on your patient lips - to eternal bliss - im so glad to know the false feeling of lips against his, only as good as a dream gets. (he knows it isnt real, it doesnt feel real, its heaven nonetheless) a kiss that never happened, never will happen, hes just happy to have known him at all (even if the memories are so painful)

we're swaying to drum beats - in motion, im feeling - my patience controlling - the question, i wont speak two hearts in sync as their sword swings, giyuu always holds his tounge until the perfect moment (a perfect moment doesnt exist)

we're telling the stories - our laughter, he knows me - we're leaving, we're talking - youre closer, it's calming reliving faded memories- happy times and the march to their shared grave. the impeding dread of Knowing simmers to an empty lull when their hands brush as they walk

the night will hold us close and the stars will guide us home - ive been waiting for this moment, we're finally alone - i turn to ask the question, so anxious, my thoughts a calm rest with another painful dream of a man that doesnt exist

your lips were soft like winter, in your passion, i was lost their lips meet, painfully cold and oh so dead against his, only for a moment. he opens his eyes to the crystal clear memory of the determined fire behind rounded eyes before he turned. white haori disappearing to the forest, vision blurred, red trailed down his face, what was he supposed to do now?

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Little Dark Age is super gloomy and sorta like. corrupted church vibes. idk how to explain that. the tone of voice singing keeping the note flat (except in the chorus) the background music echoing itself it just overall reminds me of devilman crybaby's corrupted demonic vibe. Smells Blood(kensuke ushio). dvmcb has a more Taken And Run By Evil/Satan kinda vibe whereas little dark age is more God Left Us

the lyrics are a narration, his own thoughts and feelings he never speaks aloud but says if you listen close enough.

the ruins of the day, painted with a scar dont need to explain that one

and, the more i straighten out, the less it wants to try the amount of willpower it takes him to just keep going

oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain - just know that if you hide, it doesnt go away/i grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange - you know that if it hides, it doesn't go away self-narration, how much he still hurts despite hardening his heart against it all

when you get out of bed, dont end up stranded - horrified. with each stone. on the stage - my little dark age stranded in the stagelight, stone upon stone tied to him always weighing him down

specifically ties with the other lyric- come find us heading for the bridge, bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age he thinks he deserves it, peoples hatred and anger at his failure, he ties the stones himself

if I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone, horrified, on the stage, my little dark age all of this song ties specifically to this one imagery i have of sabito and giyuu and hashira overall- theyre the ones that bare the light that destroys demons. with their strength they cast shadows for other slayers and innocent people to hide behind, still safely in the light but not being burned by it as they are.

Giyuu and Sabito were supposed to bare that light together, strengthened by eachother casting shadows where the other's weakest and baring the burn with eachother side by side, they were supposed to cast a shadow large enough to shield everyone they cared for, to not lose everyone they love again.

this line was the start of it all- waking up alone on the stage being wholly burned by the light with no respite. the blinding light instead signaling his little dark age

also yeah!!! the self-isolating, lonely theme of those songs is literally just Him. it speaks for itself so clearly i dont even know how i could explain it to someone who knows giyuu but doesnt understand how The Mute & The Missing Road relate to him. its just. Its Him man. you gotta believe me. if you only listen with your ears, i cant get in - and a heart always holds, onto missing roads MAN CMON ITS RIGHT THERE-

#tomioka giyuu #loserboy giyuu posting #fratboy sabito posting #i think giyuu in regards to sabito puts him on a pedestal. worships him as a god and says he'll never compare to. devoted to a fault.#also i dont like how much i Dont think of tsutako w these songs bc she was literally The Start of it. she was his everything and she gave #her all for his wellbeing and it just set him to believe he didnt fucking deserve it. his life shouldnt have costed *hers* in his #eyes and that shaped his attitude towards himself for the rest of his life #also just now realizing i have Slow Doown(crx) in giyuucore and Hurry Hurry(air traffic controller) in sabitocore #BRO ITS FUCKING-#dude #'ooh im gonna miss something - if i keep bumping - the most significant stuff #all my friends and all the loose ends - and this love of mine- cause im running out of time'#'who am i? am i still the same guy? or have i lost something as i keep stomping #mind and health - every bit of myself - i ignore the signs as im running out of time'#'a year goes by - you wonder why - not much is done - youve run too much - in parallel - now hurry hurry is your hell'#vs #'when i see you speeding by - all i do is wave goodbye - i wish i could buy some time - enough to get it right #oh slow down - slow down - slow down - oh slow down - slow down - slow down'#the juxtaposition #sabito needing to do as much as he possibly can with the people he cares about to feel like they did enough together #giyuu needing the people he cares about to slow down and just savor & bask in the time they have together #both of them feeling like the time they share with others are limited- yet going about it in completely different ways #both wanting to be able to do something about it- but sabito pushing himself to do it all to the point it kills him while giyuu #pushes himself but never truly believes it'll amount to anything worthwhile #-------nsfw further tags-------#also find it exceedingly amusing that it fits my giyuu overstim kink & sabito denial kink hc<3 #sabito's great at keeping it going while giyuu knows how to drag it out~ theyr perfect 4 eachother<3<3 #man im *really* bad at not making everything about sabigiyuu lmao

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foolishlovers · 9 months

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proof that louis tomlinson is a good omens stan:

exhibit 1) twitter

1.1) follows michael sheen

(probably wishes david tennant had social media)

exhibit 2) lyrics

(faith in the future is an ode to good omens, u can’t convince me otherwise)

why write these lyrics if you’re not constantly thinking about aziraphale and crowley?? he probably got to read the script beforehand or smth

2.1) the greatest

Together, we’re the greatest

We'll never be that cold again

No fallin' all to pieces

We're the grеatest

It's you and me until the еnd

Life for us is never over

The way you know something

Your face reminded me

Of a love you cannot hide

But don't need to tell me why

Back dancin' in the dark

Back to the very start

Findin' pieces that can fit

Making up for what we missed

(how is this not screaming ineffable husbands to you??)

2.2) lucky again

'Cause I'm a hard man to lose

But I figured it out, then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once, could be lucky again

I'm a hard man to find

But you figured it out and I love you for that

(THEY JUST NEED TO FIGURE IT OUT…..they could be lucky again……)

2.3) face the music

Good and bad and right and wrong

Are stories made up when we're young to scare us

Love and hate are in-between

Depends on your reality to see them

(oh cmonnn)

So, one more night

I'm gonna choose

I don't wanna face the music, but I still wanna dance with you

Let's buy some time

For what we shouldn't do

I don't wanna face the music, but I still wanna dance with you

(an angel and a demon dancing in a bookshop anyone??)

If you're standin' on the edge of fallin'

Open up and looking down

Everything that matters is forgotten

(ouch)

2.4) all this time

Oh, sometimes, sometimes, you lose your hope

But the friends we make, the love it takes

It's worth, it's worth, it's worth the pain

The friends we make, the love it takes

It's worth, it's worth, it's worth it all this time

(question: was s2 episode 6 worth the pain?)

2.5) out of my system

Slowly, I never wanna go slowly

I only wanna go faster

Towards disaster every time

With me, I know you wanna come with me

Take anything you can carry

And leave everythin' else behind

(pure crowley vibes…. is he still going too fast for him?)

Gotta get it out of my system

Gotta get it off of my chest

I've lived a lot of my life already

But I gotta get through the rest

(the rest… you mean the part where they end up in a sweet old south downs cottage together?)

Demons, I'm takin' all of my demons

Putting them where I won't see them

'Cause I just wanna feel alive

(i mean…..nothing much to say to this)

2.6) headline

You used to read me like a headline

So many reasons now you're not mine

Maybe if you'd taken more time

I'd still be the one you wanna talk to every night, oh

If you got in my head

You wouldn't be scared of what you'd find

You used to rеad me like a headlinе

Oh, that's the reason now you're not mine anymore

(okay now im just making myself sad)

2.7) saturdays

I've been wonderin' about what you're up to

Not for the first time

Not for the last time

And I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do

Not for the first time

Not for the last time

(can u see crowley howling in his car….)

2.8) silver tongues

You and me until the end

Wakin' up to start again

You and me until the end

Wakin' up to start again

There's nowhere else that I would rather be

(it’s really just them… a group of the two of them…… until the end)

2.9) angels fly

(LIKE NAMING DEMONS WASN’T ENOUGH???)

Nothin' really matters

Nothin' really hurts

We can talk about it

It'll only make it worse

(crunching on what’s left of my heart)

There's a time for sayin' who did what

Where it went wrong

I wanna hear all that, but right now

All I need you to know is

You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow

I'm on my way with some time to borrow

If every star is an eye in the sky

You'll see angels fly

I'll knock on your door, it'll save me from callin'

I won't say a word, it can wait till the mornin'

(…..there’s …..hope? they'll be okay??)

2.10) holding on to heartache

You said I'm holdin' on to heartache

You said I wear it like a crown

It's gonna drag me down

I'm holdin' on to heartache

You should be starin' at the sky

The birds just passin' by, love

(smth smth heartache, birds, fits just right)

2.11) copy of a copy of a copy

It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first

Broken beaks and dead birds

Can't get through the glass

There's no use cryin' over spilled blood

Carin' only kills love

A kiss won't bring it back

(A KISS WONT BRING IT BACK I- NGHGHGKK)

thanks for coming to my (very long, oops) ted talk

#this is obviously a joke but like so many of the lyrics fit so well???? ngl there's so much in walls too but i didnt have the time #still busy trying to mend my broken heart from ep6 byeee #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #janna talks

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to anyone actually following me please ignore!

It's hard to breathe through the ash that's still coating my face.

I should wipe it away but my hands had gone numb as did my legs it seems like the end of running away

The last hour has been a blur of heat and pain I didn't even catch her face but her voice was enough.

We found lady Deirdre at last.

Who would have expected she the crown princess and us the traitors.

And now im only alive due to someones incompetence

I have only a vague idea of the area I ran too.

A forrest so serene at night. I can still smell the burning meat.

Naga above why did this happen to us

I bring try grasp the silver talisman

Same as the one i gifted my beloved not wife never wife

lured into a trap told that her fathers betrayal is something she can begin to atone for

I shouldn't dare to hope that whatever fate they plan for her is any kinder then the quick death that took the rest of us

I wish i followed her but i had no claim to be by her side .I thought there's no reason to make a fuss we will see eachother soon enough so no reason to lie .

We didn't get married it wasn't really about approval no one can stop us from it and jokes on them if anyone tried we just wanted it to be with our families i wanted So that Arvis could see how far i came so that we could rub how much we love each other into Blumes and Hilda's faces..

As there was nothing easier than loving her.

and now the world we thought we built shatters showing its fragility our love if ever remembered will be known only in mockery

At least brother got his wish the king is old and all too happy to give control

of Granvale

his revolution no longer confined to our duchy.

Our such a bold statement what an inappropriate time at that any of the previous dukes bastard children would be about as good to stand by his side most infinitely better.

I was just convenient, a younger brother to care for to fawn at and to shape the future of , thrown on him when he was at his loneliest.

I can hear footsteps the knights finally caught up to me

Two people one on horseback , what an odd choice, most likely not of Velthomer. We don't have many cavalry in our army so unless brother changed about how we operate those are most likely knights of Belhalla.

Why would it even matter? I guess I only miss home now that I got so close.

“Astoria is it really safe for you to search with me ? “

“Nothing about this is safe princess told me im free to go so i have time before anyone gets suspicious but not a lot of it but that doesn't matter you need me, im the one with a private place to stay here and a horse unless you're planning to get him all the way back home by foot “

“I know I know I shouldn't have dragged you into this. I shouldn't have broken the formation and allow him to escape “

“You did it for a reason right? “

“That man looked way too much like lord Azelle didn't he.I know it was said that he perished in the attempt at getting Agustria back under control but there was never any real proof beyond the lack of letters. I know it could just be a coincidence but if it wasn't I can't even imagine the duke's grief if brother survived just to die like this in such a way . “

Ah so some people think he cares

I try to focus on their words but they fade quickly, the exhaustion catching up to me.

The new day starts my eyes open to a collection of wildflowers adorning the bedside table, the castle staffs best attempt at covering the smell of ash and burned hair hanging in the air.We won my father avenged we can finally move forward the quiet excitement fills the air as I can hear my maids chattering about the now soon approaching wedding.

Arvis has been to busy with the clean up for us to talk afterwards but that's good no need to explain the tear stained pillows not when I cannot explain the aimless sorrow even to myself.

I can hear the girls pacing outside so I knock twice on the bed frame as loudly as I can, a sign they are allowed to come in , a relic of the early days when I struggled to talk.

They make quite an entrance as Tory surely didn't kick the door open with Ann and Mel tailing behind with food .

“My princess its good to see you for today you have no duties of great importance

as duke Arvis has his own matters and that means we are free to drag you around the castle town people will surely be overjoyed to see you after yesterday”Ann starts before she goes of on an half intelligible rant about all the shops i should visit and making up excuses to get me to buy her something again.

The incense permeates the air lit for king Azmurs comfort castle still smells with a reminder of yesterday regardless.

I don't have to acknowledge Aida coming in; she knows she's still welcome at any time whatever stands between us.

“My liege, I have new information for you”

She starts but doesn't finish

I make a gesture asking her to continue

“It's just how do I say this

One of the members if Sigurds army initially escaped “

“The initially implies that he was caught who was that is it just some knight or do we need to prepare a public execution “

That’s gonna be a mess with the conflict with Isaaach dying down. The public wants to move on to the celebration of our now all but assured victory over Isaach and Agustria to mine and Diadora’s wedding.

I want to finally move on with this.

“The man did not identify himself but he somehow convinced two of our knights to aid him in escape by identifying himself as lord Azelle.I didn't get him to speak either but he hasn't changed in appearance I don’t have doubts”

Brother I was ready to never hear your name again. I did not dare to hear it in such a context.

Ah are those tears ? I'm not even sure how long the minutes stretched between Aida to fetch you and seeing you again. I didn't even have to ask her too.

You’re taller now your hair brightened by the desert sun but you truly haven't changed much.

Your clothes are damp and there's a greyish smudge on your cheek.

They dumped water to clean you up in a hurry didn't they seem to be in the same clothes you traveled in here?

How long were you detained before I was told of this.

Your wrists I told the guards you cannot possibly harm me so there was no reason to keep you cuffed but you must have been earlier they are clearly scrapped by ill fitting metal.

You should have never been detained. I should have seen to your freedom from the beginning I should have payed attention to the men and women Sigurd had alongside him.

I should have kept on asking and searching before assuming your death.

I should have never let you go.

You’re quiet of so so quiet it hurts

“Please don't blame them, they believed to be acting in Velthomers best interest.I can't stop you in any way but let that be my final wish “ You say meaning the knights that defended you.

“ Final ? You can ask anything of me “

It's an arrogant, unwieldy childish statement but you have always been humble and there's very few things I cannot do now.

“What? Aren't I here so that you can finally correct the mistake you made, the one you kept on making for 18 years?You won no need to keep me as a charity case, your legacy of kindness will not be tarnished, no one will care when I'm dead. “

I don't know where you got the strength from to lunge at me something gleams silver and as I manage to wrestle it from your hand you immediately stop struggling .

It is a knife and you guide it towards your own throat as I hold it .

“Do it “

I cannot tell if you are demanding or begging it feels so wrong no matter what.

“Common do I still matter to you does that give my life a greater meaning then of all those I loved ?”

You ask and I try not to feel the weight of that word I try not to recall the faces of those whose death has not truly left the air. I want to say that they were criminals but I know it's not true as I am the one guilty

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unidentifiedfuckingthing · 4 months

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tbh i feel like any discussion about AI, like, "being alive" or "gaining sentience" or "going rogue" has to come from a baseline assumption of what sentience or agency are and how they develop in organic things because, for us, a very very long evolution of more and more complex thought came a long time before we started developing speech, and before thought of any kind came a long development of involuntary response to stimuli. it's difficult to like-for-like compare this to something that was taught to speak as the primary function and not as an accessory to mental interiority, itself an accessory to involuntary response to stimuli, but the implication that anything in any remote vicinity of chat-GPT has interiority means either deriving that there might be thoughts creating that speech, and there might be involuntary responses to stimuli creating those thoughts; or that continuing to develop something that can speak better necessarily implies creating something that has interiority (also implying that we have the capability to do that, and the interest in doing that) and i think, like, we can pretty objectively say the first is false, right. no matter how much you verbally torture a chatbot and make it say it feels bad i don't think it actually does feel bad. i think crying and screaming are of equal value to laughing at a joke, or discussing math. all of those are highly correlated outputs for specific inputs. i don't think theres any reason to assume a chatbot understands, gives any significance to, or internally mirrors how differently humans would see those scenarios.

if you actually did develop an ai with the intention of having capability for thought, and once that was sufficiently advanced, gave it the capability of speech (or some other human interface) (which i think is an inevitable eventual step in the pursuit of coherency and usefulness of ais, to be able to identify concepts and their correlations and not just the words associated with concepts- knowing the concept of counting and being able to mentally proof that 2+2=4, instead of believing 2+2 must =4 because youve heard it about a billion times and 2+2=7 a lot less times; im pretty sure empirically we know this isn't how GPT works. you could argue it has limited "understanding" of "concepts" but i don't think you could say its speech is consistently/ universally a byproduct of higher order thought) the question of agency becomes more relevant and complex because that does constitute some amount of interiority (although it seems more likely that we'll probably continue on the path of "speaking when spoken to" for the nice polished commercial bots, which precludes like, sitting around and thinking about stuff) but i still don't think that implies life or sentience, because i do think those are still predicated on the ability to "feel" stimulus (without the chemical or instinctual motivators for pain, happiness, or self-reproduction we as living animals would not do anything) and i dont think the existence of thought implies the existence of feeling either. and like, at the point this exists, there is a good case for treating something like this as if it does genuinely feel the feelings that would imply its actions, just because the relationship of input to output being consistent with human reactions means that if you did something hurtful it would respond as if it was hurt, and at minimum that could create difficulty working with it, but like, i think theres still a difference between needing to treat something in a certain way and like, having a reason to feel bad for it if it acts hurt or something. you can already feel bad for an Alexa but like, we know it's not really your friend who likes you.

in the indie ai scene i do see a lot of exploration of the concept of giving ais "emotions" as- at least a facsimile of- that response to stimuli that guide behaviors, and that's the point at which i think this kind of conversation is interesting or carries any weight. i think it would be very difficult to make an honest recreation of the human set of feelings, and what does psychological pain even mean to something without a physical body that can get hurt to necessitate an understanding of pain, and so on, but i think that's a different conversation than the existence of a set of "feelings" at all (and i think a living feeling being with a fundamentally different set of "feelings" than any organic life is at least as interesting a conversation as a genuine reproduction of the human psyche) although i still think the rigor of proving there is some consistent internal motivation in response to stimulus and not just weights of what blindly neutral words come out has never been satisfyingly defined yet. and even at that point i think it's more likely to be able to create something on the level of like, a bug, than a mammal, and the question of harm is still not super obvious. i don't really expect commercial ai to explore in this direction much because it's not useful at all for automation and its use for leisure chatbots is at least fraught and weird. but i like watching this space and i really look forward to how this develops as we get more powerful and efficient chatbots and especially in the event we figure out how to make bots that actually do learn and have interiority (at the "thoughts and concepts" level)

#seeing people talk about skynet shit again making me think we've lost track of the parameters of this conversation a little bit #long post #ai

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heyjackieg · 1 year

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waiting for summer

miss 500 days i feel you near. the days are becoming longer with the heat slowly blistering my skin. I have heat bumps for proof. its time to enjoy reading a book and engaging in small talk. its time i start moving with my filmmaking work. I feel the push. Im excited to see where my creativity goes. I’ve only seen a glimpse of what I can do.

this summer will be fun, I have my stability at the café then i can dive into my joy. Having my dog helps, also feels like she triggers my mood swings.

overall i can say im happi. yet there is a loneliness...i can still get up everyday and live for me.

One day i will share this life with someone but for now its all about me. although ive been alive the past 27 years, its only until now ive started living for me.

this is my life. Thank you for the joy , Thank you for the pain.

cheers to creating this summer. cheers to sharing stories. cheers to meeting new people. cheers to working in new locations. cheers to finally steeping out of my shell. cheers for finding myself. <3

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lehhoh7822 · 2 years

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bro i need to be like. idek at this point i have enough problems that whem i go to be like, i should be more normal about this thing that i am passionate about

i just feel sad

like the idea of it is sad to me, i want to care about things and care about them deeply and irrationally

how else will i know im alive

who else is gonna be passionate about it for me? who else? who could encompass the feelings the same? isn't it worth celebrating that i feel deeply and uniquely?

i dont know the merit of cringe other than a joke or that fear of the passion, because caring is scary and caring can hurt and caring can look weird or take work. i don't know the merit of me being like. i need to be more chill about this take a chill pill and shut the fuck up because it feels like hate more than any im ugly ever has

what could be worse than like. your passion is ugly. your caring is ugly. your thoughts and interests and wants do not matter and never will. your passion is ugly. what is more hateful. whats a worse thing i could say to myself

while this is all wholly metaphorical and i think if i go like. but lollll this isn't a realllllll problem like starvinggggggggg to deathhhhhhh there are starving children innnnnn [country], it's the exact same sentiment but in different packaging

and i know there is worse that can be said worse that can be done. you wouldn't be smart to respond to this and be like, what if someone told you that you were the reason like. your mother passed away or some shit that wouldn't be funny you would not have a point more than just being a fucking dick but.

what is more hateful than you, what you want, the proof that you are living and caring and still undefeated by apathy and exhaustion and pain, the things you are passionate about and care about. they do not matter. you do not matter. be quiet. be still. copy pasted from a rant i left in general lollll thought maybe yall would like it

#i want to main tag this #because my biggest post ever is this angry rant im slowly learning to fucking despise #because i hate that thats what people might know me for that they saw a bunhc of their mutuals reblog this angry post from an asthmatic #what would i even maintag this with #autism #lol lol lol i am so sorry dont kill me please #what if i just #what if i...#adhd #can i do that #what if i do #whatcha gonna do about it huh?????#i just want to see if people see this and like it. i want that. i understna dpeople who do like #egrgiouys overtagging but #hhhhhhhhh #rant #lehhohgoeszoo #lehhohgoeszoom

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sereisstuff · 3 years

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 pt 2

Druig x plus size reader (female)

(I always write with the intention of a plus size reader because I am a plus size audience writer but feel free to read if you are not)

Ask: Oh my gosh im so excited for druig

Content could do a Druig one shot where fem reader is a reincarnation of a past love in the past she was a concubine sort of like Anck su namun in the present she starts remembering the past and he seeks her out and finds her and they had an affair when I guess they were staying in the palace and her whole body was painted in gold, she dies. And they were reunited in the end because he is eternal and she reborn sorta like a doppleganger.

Summary - Druig is just as devoted but it's up to you to do the same

(Not proof-read)

Warnings - flashbacks. Angst.

His steps were harsh against the sullen floor, marble painted in ash as the screams of the innocent shed before his irises yet his mind was too clouded in rage to care about the purpose of his mission. After all, he was sent to kill deviants, to protect the humans against the atrocities of the beast crawling the earth like blood hungry animals.

He was eternal, your words reminding him constantly that even if your death had come, he was bound to life like no other.

He had fought centuries to stop the wars mankind had sought, to witness the end of the human race stop their hunger for crimson red. Contrary to his beliefs, Ikaris and the others thought differently. The human race was always going to destroy itself before anything else could and that was enough for them to halt themselves from interfering.

But that didn’t stop Druig from his fuming rage.

His path was one of war, seeking the results he’d wished for when your body was not of ash but of blood instead. He wanted to live prosperously, under the shackles of the moon within a home full of warmth and laughter but now, he was never going to get that because of your cursed fate. One that he was going to avenge.

“Druig” Ajak called from the place on top of the stairs he had just climbed from. Had she been watching that entire time?

Druig’s steps halted in their movements, his ripping string barely clinging to his morality to burden the orders of the overseer. His intentions were clear and anyone who’d witnessed what had happened knew, just by the curl of his fist and the look in his glazed eyes hazen with madness.

Druig pivoted in his spot to look up at the woman behind him, she was a few meters away but her voice was clear. He knew that look, but before she could speak he lifted his hand to stop any further comments she drawed. Not even Ajak could stop him from what he was bound to do after all, your death was the final straw for Druig.

“No, no. You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. For centuries I’ve stood and watched these people kill themselves over materials, over nothing. You think you can stop me now?” Druig barked in his stop, his features remained stoic, void of emotion. Yet, it didn’t take much for Ajak to understand the severity of a broken heart once he had shared her line of gaze.

“It’s not our place to interfere” Ajak shared, her tone full of empathy but her words were no match for what was escaping her mouth, he couldn’t believe it. Taking a step forward with the shake of his head, he couldn’t contain the jerk in his movements as Ajak stood firmly in her spot.

“It’s not your place Ajak. You stood and watched me beg for her to stay and you're still standing as if she’s alive.” He scoffed, his eyes were sunken in a deep red.

Ajak filled the empty space before her, nearing Druig.

She was indeed empathetic. It pained her as well to not interfere with the human race but she took the extent of orders far to honourable than any other.

“The world is a dark place Druig-” She tried, she truly did. Her instinct was making her say ridiculous things and she knew of the pain that he longed to place on the king but she refused to let him. She always refused. The horrendous sins of man never phased Ajak because she always sought the answer, the good. That was her sole purpose but that shaded her judgement.

“Your gonna have to kill me if you want to stop me” Druig challenged, his fist clenched by his sides. If he was to be killed he would make sure that, that excuse of a man would be dragged with him as well.

With that, Druig tilted his head and his sole purpose was no longer to protect the people against deviants.

“I’ll have his head before you can have mine” Druig promised and with the flick of his wrist, the men surrounding him had been plunged under his orders, walking by his sides as he commanded. The others had just joined but they refused to stop him from what he was seeking. Makkari wouldn’t let them if they tried.

A broken heart could have anyone indifferent from their true natures, some sought answers. Revenge, others dealt with it and lived but to Druig. You weren’t just a life, you were the sun in the morning as it reached its peak, the cold dawn that comforted him with silence. A rippling comfort for his unspoken treacheries. The one person he’d trade his eternal life with if there was such a thing. He was cruel after all, that’s what they had said. He was dark and covered in anguish, he promised that if he ever got the chance to reunite with you in this life or the next. He would make sure you lived, he wasn’t going to make that same mistake again.

It pained him to see you again, knowing that the love you once had was no longer. It was almost like staring at the love of his life, his everything but nothing at all. He despised how a simple glance could heal his aching heart once more, but that didn’t stop him. Nothing could, just as he proceeded against the orders of Ajak, he would do the same now.

He hadn’t stopped looking, trying to find anything different from who you once were but there wasn’t. Not one fault in the way you looked, it was a losing battle.

“You know, that stare of yours would kill me before anything else can” You laughed.

“Could say the same for you, were you looking at my eyes or my lips? I can’t tell” Druig pried, sitting up right in his spot.

“Don’t indulge yourself too much,” You snapped back. You couldn’t help but let your gaze linger a little. It seemed like once again you were in a state of limbo, unknown to your reactions. You often prided yourself with how collected you could be, but as of now. You were still stumbling to collect the pieces that dropped from your mind.

You guys were still standing in the library, taking comfort in the small closed off rooms they offered students that needed utter quiet and away from outer disturbances. It was the perfect place for you both to hear not only your words but possibly your thoughts as well, not that you could currently make out yours. They were scrambled along with your ability to comprehend anything.

“I enjoy indulging in things I like” Druig retorted, his hands in his pockets but his stare, god. A stare like that could kill armies.

His words barely registered to you, but for some odd reason that was the only thing you had caught on to. Apart from the snide remarks you made about his incompetence towards warning others of his presence.

The words wishing to drop from his tongue were currently being bit back, he didn’t do well playing roles of hiding his intentions. He always made them clear, whether they were immoral and disturbing or amoral and he truly couldn’t decipher the difference between the two. Was it fate that brought you here? Back to him or was it the universe bringing you to him only for him to watch you walk out of his life again because of all the things he’d committed after your death.

“You haven’t changed at all” He murmured, basking in your unseeable bubble of warmth. You didn’t move, nor flinch. You just let him, maybe if you did. Your feelings would align and you would understand the meaning behind your fate.

The dreams were something unexplainable but that’s what dreams were, they always held things you could never really understand. A large contrast to your current scenario. This very moment forced you to believe you were here because of those dreams, that he triggered them in order to see you once more and to say the least, you weren’t going to complain.

With the dreams came the feelings and it felt like a blessing having him near, you knew so much but so little.

You felt sorrow lingering in your chest, it spread like a wildfire in a forest. You couldn’t help but share his feelings, but not quite the same and it hurt more than ever, you wanted to ask him questions. Seek his answers but by the gloomy look he highlighted, you bit your tongue for once. Letting him bask in this moment.

Druig was tempted to indulge more into your allure but he didn’t find comfort in the seep of his emotions, so fast. So gleeful. He wasn’t the brightest of yellow when it came to the spectrum, he rested woefully on the heavy greys and it stayed like that for centuries.

“I hoped I’d see you again one day” Druig hummed,

“I don’t put much faith in hope” His words finalised, he wanted to apologise. For everything he didn’t do for you, the things he should’ve done that only your demise could let him do. But he knew you were indifferent, clueless to how deep his pulse ran for you. There was no fault to his loyalty when it came to his love, if gifted.

“I thought they were just dreams” You chimed, breaking his intense gaze as you looked around you both. You were in a dimly lit booth with no one daring to enter this side of the library, it garnered attention for being covered with transparent beings and maybe they were right, the solitude he’d granted himself could drive anyone mad.

Then again, he wasn’t anyone.

“They were memories, beautiful. Our memories. I got them too, the difference is I have to live with them” He stated, rocking back and forth on his feet.

He wanted to place his harsh hands on your ample cheeks but he refused. He didn’t want to pry and no matter how hard it was, he was going to take everything slow if you wanted.

You crumbled hearing that still so clueless. But you tried, even if it took all your energy just to match his. You would, his devotion was constant and you could only do so much to repay him.

"Again, with the princess" you lightened, shoving his shoulder just a tiny bit to grasp his unwavering attention as if you needed to do that. He was always undividedly granting you his attention, you couldn't bear to think about the thoughts running in his head. You would be just as confused and angered by the sight of someone you once loved, in the same body. Same snarky remarks but different time. A complete change of era.

"Princess or not, you'll always be just that in my eyes" he shuddered, he never called you anything other than that. Or the copious other nicknames he shot you but now wasn't the time to be labelling you as the light of his life.

You bit your lip in thought, ears heating towards the comment.

"Was I that important to you?" You asked, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop yourself

A laugh escaped his throat, almost condescending. He couldn't believe the words you had just uttered. Important wouldn't even come close to describing the position you had in his life.

"Important doesn’t even come close. I've waited in that same spot for decades. Every single time, even if I knew deep down you weren’t going to be there. Love can do terrible things to someone like me. A man who finds someone 'important' doesn't do that for the sake of importance. You're my life." Druig scoffed, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He knew you weren't as informed as him but he forgot to mention when you would dream he would as well and he knew the universe only granted the ones you cherished.

"Were" you butted, eyes wide with assurance towards his mistake.

Druig only lifted his chin, eyebrows creasing against his forehead "hmm?" He hummed.

"You said 'are my life' I was just making sure"

Druig couldn't believe the idiocy of your words, he refrained from being livid. He had to pin those negative thoughts towards your ignorance, positive that you were only just recollecting your purpose of reincarnation. Had he not begged the universe enough.

"What makes you think that's changed?" He leaned towards you, this time it was his turn to peer at you with inquisition.

You gulped, your hands clamming by your sides without a response making its appearance. Either way, you were still affected by his tease. Mirroring how you felt with the memories you had gained over the course of these months, the way he bowed with longing in his eyes matched perfectly to how he treated you like you were the only cherry in a forest full of poisonous berries.

"I promised you forever and I'm gonna grant you that until my last breath" Druig assured, backing up away from you to let his words relish in your mind.

Your chords were tied, you were always witty with how you spoke but this had seemingly caught you off guard. You didn't know how to respond.

"Just stop running from me" druig was hopeful. He knew that if you didn't accept him, that wouldn't stop him from making sure you lived a life to remember. Just seeing you again was enough for him even if you truly weren't the same. He doubted that you would let him, he was being too straight forward but he was only a being, one who lived with a constant blade in his heart.

"If you missed me that much" you encouraged him with a smile, so faint that he may not have seen it if he wasn't already staring at you with such intensity.

It was unfair, for both of you. Reincarnated from the past, a death granted by suicide and a torn immortal on the search for that same love.

"What if I can't be that person to you anymore, what if I'm not the same. Has the time not changed you?" you spoke through a thin line of desperation.

Druig just listened, attentive with care.

He filled in that spot near you once more, picking your head up from staring too long towards the ground. Your personality was a constant change, one minute you'd joke about his insinuations and the next you bowed with remorse.

"You don't have to be, I've changed. We evolve with humanity, you still have our memories and that's all the reassurance I need." He voiced assuringly.

"I'd like to show you some things if you wanted?" Druig asked, compliantly holding his hand out and you took it like moulded clay separated. Your hands fit perfectly.

“I suppose I can see them. I’ve been dead long enough” You laughed making Druig look back at you with the slightest hint of laughter escaping his mouth. He saw forever in your eyes and hoped you saw the same, seeing you again just reminded him of how deep he fell and dear. That hole was endless as he still fell further and further.

“I’ve just gotten you back and you want to make death jokes already. Maybe this was my punishment” He huffed. He still stood just slightly behind you, wanting to admire you more. He couldn’t help himself, your love sprouted centuries ago but yet here he was, still that same sullen being with a hint of adoration for the one person he risked everything for.

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(I don't know what this mess is if I'm gonna be honest, I'm running on four hours of sleep and its 12.41 am. I didn't wanna let you guys down because support for part two was endless. I'm not the best at part twos but I'm hoping it suffices. Have a good day everyone!)

@sungieeeeeee @ellabellabus07 @mischiefmanaged71

#druig imagines #druig x reader #druig imagine #druig oneshot #druig x you #Eternals #Eternals imagines #Druigs

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quirkless-accident · 2 years

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A Lost Soul

okay i promise Ill eventually get to all the stuff in my inbox, my little adhd brain just needs to be scratched and this and the full length fic im almost done with are the only things that are scratching it rn.

So this is an au I came up with five seconds ago where Danny can casually see weaker spirits just hanging out. Not strong enough for the Zone and completely harmless. Whenever he fights Nomu he can see all of the fragmented souls that go into making one up. So that's why he has an odd reaction when Shouta and Hizashi are showing him pictures of their old friend, Loud Cloud

Manga spoilers if you don't know what happens to him or a certain warp villain we know

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Danny couldn't help but stare.

There was a scrapbook laid out on his lap, and starring back up at him was a picture of Hizashi and Shouta when they were in high school, with a third friend dangling off their shoulders. he had pale blue hair and a bandage over his nose, and Danny knew, even though they claimed he was dead, that he's seen the man before. Very recently, in fact. And he was very much alive.

Shirakumo Oboro was not dead.

When he tried to explain himself to Hizashi, the older hero just gave him a sad look and retreated to bed for the rest of the night.

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Shouta had talked to him about it later. he was their best friend who got crushed by a building in their second year at U.A. And though Danny held strong in his belief that Oboro wasn't dead, it was obviously too much of a scar in their memories for him to torment them like that. At least, not without proof.

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His proof was only his recollection. His experiences.

At the USJ he had possessed the Nomu attacking Shouta. Had forced the monster to pull off of his father. What he had been met with was a dozen souls crying out in pain. They had all been asking to be set free. He hadn't understood it, then.

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The Nomu from Hosu were the same. But Danny knew what he had been looking for, and the faint, barely their auras he could feel coming out of them hit him like a slap in the face. Because through the chaos, through the fire, and the screaming, he saw them. He saw the fragments. He saw them crying out in pain as they lashed out against their wills. It was a horrible splicing job. Gruesome at best, and it had haunted Danny's dreams for weeks after.

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It was two weeks after he figured out where he had seen Oboro. Shouta and Hizashi knew he could see wandering spirits. Sometimes just glimpses of them as they shopped or rode the train or walked the halls. He realized now that they probably thought he saw Oboro here at U.A. And while that wasn't a lie, necessarily, it wasn't what Danny had meant either.

Because since he's seen the other Nomu, there's been something bugging him about a certain warp villain.

Kurogiri was a Nomu.

It was a simple fact. The only conclusion Danny had been able to come up with. The only difference was, instead of a dozen fragments, a dozen quirks, being shoved down into a monstrosity, Kurogiri was only two. A parasite on its host. A leech on an elbow. A tick on a dog.

Oboro was still there. All of him. Danny could see it, when he though back to just how strange Kurogiri had looked to him. Kurogiri was the invasive species, infecting Oboro, who was drowning under the presence. Had been drowning for so long, thrashing against the water once he had seen Shouta being hurt by what they thought had been the original Nomu.

The original Kurogiri was dead, and his soul-his fragmented self, the very thing that made ghosts what they were, was infecting his parent's dead childhood best friend.

He was going to do something about it.

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It took him three days to convince them. It wasn't that they didn't believe him, he knew. It was the fear that Danny was right, because if he was, that meant that it had been nothing but fifteen years of pain and suffering for their friend, right under their noses. They didn't want to face that reality.

But they were heroes. Just like Danny. They couldn't just not go and check out Danny's hunch, because a hero's hunch was as good as law when it came to things like this. A hero's Gut Feeling could have an entire city evacuated if the imposing threat was large enough.

But Shouta and Hizashi had spoken with Nezu and Tsukauchi, and with little effort, they made an appointment to see Kurogiri.

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Tartarus was everything Danny had been expecting. Dark, grimy, covered in screams of pain and anguish as people rotted away for the rest of their lives. But the interrogation rooms were a sparkling, pristine white, with a large sheet of glass separating them from the villain. Tsukauchi and Nezu were behind the one-way glass to their left.

"What are you planning on doing?" Shouta asked him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Danny hadn't realized how tense he had been until then. Because they couldn't see what he was seeing.

Now that he was looking for something specific, it was hard to miss it. In the brief glances of the villain he's caught before, he was sure there was a chance he could have been wrong. But now that he's standing up close and personal, there was no mistaking it.

Danny could see Oboro's infected soul. The half that was Kurogiri was dead, and therefore a ghost. Danny could see the spread, dark around the edges of Oboro. The only clean part of him was a ring around his heart, where Kurogiri was still moving, growing. A tumor on someone that had been once so bright and promising.

"I'm going to go inside," he said. "I can get in their, and I can cure him. I can see the infection, and I think...I think I know how to fix it."

He wasn't looking at Shouta, but he knew that the older man was nodding by the way he squeezed Danny's shoulder one last time before letting go. Hizashi pulled him into a tight, brief hug, and kissed his forehead. Danny gave them a soft smile, before schooling his features and turning around.

"What have you got planned for me, little hero?" Kurogiri asked him. Danny gave him a sad smile.

"I'm going to set you free."

Danny allowed himself to float into the air before launching himself intangibly through the glass and into Kurogiri.

Inside was dark.

Usually when he overshadowed people he only stuck to surface level things. Speech, emotions, movement. But this was deeper than that. Danny had dived into the soul, where the only thing giving him any kind of light was his own aura.

"You're quite interesting."

Danny whirled around. Standing about five feet away was Kurogiri. He was standing tall and calm, hands behind his back. But even though he stood confidently, Danny could see he was in distress. The way his purple cloud-like being whipped around him told Danny everything he needed to know.

"How so?" Danny asked.

"In a lot of ways, really. Your multiple quirks. Your devotion to do good. Your clear adoration of hero society, yet your clear distaste for the law or the government. Even the Hero Commission."

"Well, just because they make the laws it doesn't mean they're making the right choices. If I blindly followed them I would be just as bad as a villain."

"Is that what you think of me? Of a villain? I've attacked you, your class, your blubbering teacher out there."

"And I hate you for it. I hate you for hurting the people I care about the most. But I also know it's not...It's not you. You're just an infection. A tumor on a body you don't belong to, stitched together by All for One."

The purple wisps thrashed around harder, before being reigned in by Kurogiri. Danny needed to keep him talking. He needed to find Oboro. He took a deep breath and focused on the feeling of the clean area he had seen, while Kurogiri continued to speak.

"You're a dumb, hopeless child," he said. "Your theories are loose at best, and you have no proof of such things."

"Do you not remember, though?" Danny asked him. He could feel Oboro, he was close. He just needed to dig deeper. "I can see spirits that have yet to pass on. A product of being one myself. Kurogiri, you are a fragment of a soul carrying out the bidding of a mad man. You're a ghost that has been forcefully overshadowing Shirakumo Oboro for fifteen years. Or have you just forgotten?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kurogiri said. His voice sounded strained, and the purple was uncontrollably growing and thrashing. He was in distress from the existential crisis Danny was forcing him to go through.

"You're a lost soul, Kurogiri," Danny told him. "You died at one point or another. Everybody knows that ghosts are created from a fragment of the original soul. They either learn to move on, or they reside in the Ghost Zone. But you never had that opportunity, did you? All for One somehow figured out how to harness you." Kurogiri was holding his head in pain now. His foot slid back, just so, bracing himself against Danny's verbal onslaught.

There. Where his shoe had been.

It was a small, barely there pinprick of light. It was dull, but Danny could get the sense that it was waking up for the first time in a long time. How deep had All for One buried Oboro?

While Kurogiri fought with himself, Danny rushed forward. He lit up his hands and punched Kurogiri away. He could feel pain reverberate all around them. The light was beginning to pulse.

Danny punched the ground, and the hole spiderwebbed. Beams of light began to fill the room as Kurogiri came back up. He was taking off his gloves, and though his face was just two yellow slits for eyes, he could tell he was pissed.

"You stupid boy," he hissed, pulling back his fist. Danny caught it, quickly getting to his feet. He kicked the villain in the chest, not holding anything back. He went flying. In one motion, Danny knelt down on the ground again, sending another punch towards the quickly growing hole. Someone grabbed the back of his collar and threw him back. Kurogiri stood over him once more.

"Prepare to die here, boy."

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Shouta and Hizashi were both freaking out. Kurogiri was thrashing around in his restraints. His eyes were flickering between yellow and green as an internal battle was fought. The purple clouds grew in size, and they were attacking the glass and walls around him.

And in all of that mess, there he was.

Oboro was pulling against the restraints. His face was covered, but the hair and goggles were unmistakable.

"Fight it, Oboro!" Hizashi yelled. "You can do it!"

"Come back to us!" Shouta yelled. It was something he only did when he absolutely meant it. He knew the damage loud voices and harsh words could do. And Oboro knew that. The purple flickered again, and the right half of Oboro's face was exposed.

"Hell of-kid, Sh-" he was saying. The yellow eye still covering his face was flickering madly between Kurogiri's menacing yellow and Danny's confident green.

"Come meet him then!" Hizashi shouted. "You can be his uncle! You just have to come back to us! Shirakumo, please!"

"We can still be heroes!" Shouta told him. "Fight him, Shirakumo!"

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Danny groaned as he stood back up. He definitely had a couple of busted ribs. Kurogiri has never fought in front of him, and Danny had underestimated him. He was incredibly strong, more so than he looked.

But he had something the villain didn't have.

"Fight him, Shirakumo!"

The words rang loudly through the darkness. Light was quickly escaping the hole Danny was made, and it was bright and beautiful and warm. It was alive and fighting, spilling out and lighting up the endless span of darkness.

"Come back to us, boys!" Hizashi's voice rang. Danny grinned as he stood on shaky feet.

The one thing Kurogiri didn't have was people like Shouta and Hizashi on his side, supporting him any way they could. And that would be his downfall.

Oboro was almost free, he could tell. One more hit would do it. But Kurogiri was standing in between him and the bright light that was still attempting to escape.

"Give up, boy!" Kurogiri yelled at him. He was completely unhinged now. The purple was uncontrollable, and he was starting to flicker.

"Come over here and make me, then," Danny grit out. Kurogiri, unable to think clearly, charged for him. Danny charged too, but instead of the impact the villain had been expecting, he ducked under the villains legs, and slid to the hole.

It was one smooth motion.

Danny leaning back up, sliding on his knees. He raised his hands over his head, a large hammer made of ice forming as quickly as Danny swung. The large flat end rang throughout the darkness, echoing off the walls.

Everything went black, except for him and Kurogiri. He pulled Danny back, and threw him to the ground before straddling him. His hands were around Danny's throat in seconds. Had he failed? Was he going to die here?"

"Geez, kid, you're just as dramatic as Hizashi."

A second later Kurogiri was being pulled off of him by the man Danny had seen in the photo all those weeks ago.

"Oboro?" He croaked, rubbing his throat. The man grinned at him.

"The one and only, kid. Now get out of here. I'll take care of the rest."

"Wait, but what about-"

"-I'll meet you on the other side," he cut off. "I promise."

There was a surety in his words, and as he spoke, Danny could see the truth being made. Because all around them, Kurogiri's darkness was melting away, and was actively being replaced by baby blue skies dotted with fluffy white clouds.

He looked between the hero, and the limp villain in Oboro's hand. Danny eventually gave him a nod.

"If you don't I'll come back in here and kick your ass. Got it?"

Oboro threw his head back and laughed. it rang clear and bright, and it was unlike anything Danny had ever heard before.

"You've been hanging out with Shouta too much," he chuckled. "Now go on. I'll just be a few minutes."

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Everything in the interrogation room was still.

Kurogiri wasn't moving. His eyes were a dull yellow. Shouta and Hizashi were out of their seats, leaning forward, all but pressing their faces against the glass.

And then Kurogiri's chest lit up. Danny stumbled out, looking beaten and bloodied to hell, but he had a massive grin on his face. He stood up and phased through the barrier, and was immediately brought into a hug from Shouta and Hizashi, who were looking over him with worried hands.

"Are you okay? Where's-did it work?" Hizashi croaked, unable to let himself hope. Danny smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Oboro said to just give him a few minutes. He's taking care of the rest."

Shouta insisted he go to the infirmary, but Danny refused to leave. Not until they watched the purple mist fade away completely. Not until they saw a very tired looking Oboro blink awake, shooting all three of them a lopsided grin.

"What's a guy gotta do to get some food around here, huh?" He asked. He was grinning so hard his eyes had all but disappeared.

Shouta collapsed on the ground, uncontrollably sobbing from sheer joy and relief and disbelief that his old friend was here. Danny was kneeling beside him, and Shouta pulled him into a bone crushing hug, a mantra of whispered thank yous escaping his lips. Danny hugged him back, and after a few minutes, he pulled away and had Shouta look at him.

"I think I have an uncle to meet, don't you?" He asked. Shouta pulled him in for one last hug before they stood up together. Oboro was let out of his restraints, and he was pressing his hands up against the glass.

"We have to make sure there's no lasting mental damage," Oboro was telling them. "So I'll be here for a little while. But as soon as I get out you guys are treating me to sushi, got it?"

Hizashi choked out a wet laugh as he nodded, tears still streaming down his face.

"What happened to Kurogiri?" Danny asked. Oboro looked down at him and gave him a comforting smile.

"He's gone. For good. He won't be joining up with the League anytime soon."

Danny smiled and let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Kid?" He said, getting the boy's attention once more.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," he said. "You set us free."

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